[ Lucifer isn't sure she likes being dragged around, but since they're only going three doors along, she allows it. These are business suites. They're big, comfortable, kept clean, and well - she borrowed the key card from a drunk man who was just settling down for drinks at the bar. She doesn't really care, either, if they get dropped in on. Embarrassment is for humans--it's their punishment, after all, for accepting her wisdom.
Lucifer steps forward as the door opens, taking one step back to show him the room. One step, then she's shoving him back against the wall beside the door, pressing in to crush their lips together again. Now it's her turn, leg pressing between his to part them, hands coming up to get a grip on the tongue of his tie; an anchoring, unyielding grip.
But it's the grind--the grind of her hip against his stirring erection. That's what's meant to get him going. That and the bite to Jeff's bottom lip as she pulls away again. ]
I think you could win easily. Mmm. Who's sexier than you? Look at you.
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Lucifer steps forward as the door opens, taking one step back to show him the room. One step, then she's shoving him back against the wall beside the door, pressing in to crush their lips together again. Now it's her turn, leg pressing between his to part them, hands coming up to get a grip on the tongue of his tie; an anchoring, unyielding grip.
But it's the grind--the grind of her hip against his stirring erection. That's what's meant to get him going. That and the bite to Jeff's bottom lip as she pulls away again. ]
I think you could win easily. Mmm. Who's sexier than you? Look at you.