Beside the Still Waters (Locked to the_rebel_son)

[tryingitall]

The river is wide and placid, water a deep greenish-brown from a distance, clearer the closer you get, with patches of whitewater toward the center. The rocks Balthazar has set them on are a small island, more than enough space to house dozens of sunbathers, and surrounded by water weeds on all sides. There are chalk drawings on one of the boulders. Looks like a crude mermaid, a few birds, and several games of tic-tac-toe.

Balthazar looks around to make sure they're alone, and then takes Lucifer's hand and holds it against his chest, looking up into his face. "This should be safer."

His wings are still flared, in that quantum state that hides them from human eyes, but visible to Lucifer once more. If anything, they look slightly fluffier. That's either a response to the energy or some kind of semi-physical reaction to arousal. He's blushing a little, too.

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[the_rebel_son]

Lucifer leaned closer, letting his wings brush across the angel as he moved. His voice low and seductive."If you were not so concupiscent, I would not set things on fire." The choice of a word derived from Cupid was purposeful and too perfect to resist.

He came back to rest on his elbows, cheek leaning against his clasped hands, as he looked over at Balthazar. He was haughty and proud. "Why would I want to watch something I could be enjoying in the flesh?"

[tryingitall]

"You and your vocabulary," he purrs, amused. He's just as familiar with this word as he was with impuissant, but it's fun to tease.

Hair mussed, drowsy-eyed and golden, Balthazar is a picture of indolent contentment. "Well, some humans like that kind of thing," he tells Lucifer with a grin. "But you're right, I prefer live theatre, rather than a recording."

[the_rebel_son]

This was indulgent and Lucifer wallowed in every moment. Turning just enough to free his hand, he slid it between his wing and the angel. Hand lazily, sensually, drifting over every inch of skin he could comfortably reach. He was enamored with this angel, laying here in peace those emotions were coming to the forefront.

Lucifer fell into silence for a long time, losing himself in Balthazar's presence, before grinning. "Sacrilege should always be this decadent."

[tryingitall]

"Oh...oh." Balthazar's teasing smirk softens into a blissful smile. Touch is always nice, but the peaceful tenderness washing over him makes it even headier. This could be addictive.

Nothing really needs to be said, with this kind of intimacy hanging in the air between them. He tilts his head to kiss Lucifer's shoulder lazily once, twice, and relaxes again. "Decadent's the right word, yes. I've been lonely."

Letting his bright blue eyes blink half-open, he gives Lucifer a beatific smile. "This was an eventful first date. How am I ever going to top this?"

[the_rebel_son]

"You do not have to be lonely anymore." The words came out spontaneously, instinctively, so much so that it even caught Lucifer a bit off guard that he had spoke them. Lucifer's wing tucked tighter against the angel, hugging him. He was in free fall at this point, there was no way he could stop from falling in love with this angel. It might take time to blossom but he was too invested now to back out, not that he had any intention of stopping what was happening.

Lucifer grinned playfully."I believe I owe you an evening of cheesecake and wine from my orchards."

[tryingitall]

"Are you trying to spoil me?" He asks, pauses, then laughs. "That was a foolish question, wasn't it?"

Balthazar seems all too happy to be spoiled, honestly. He curls closer in response to the hug, resolutely pushing away any bitter emotions in favor of savoring the sweetness. This is happening very quickly, especially considering how long their lifespans are, but when you can blend both body and mind the way an angel can--and dare to do so--perhaps there's a shorter timeline on emotional attachments.

"I'd love that," he says. "Dessert, wine...maybe a movie? Some general debauchery..."

[the_rebel_son]

Lucifer grinned flirtatiously. "What kind of sinner would I be if I refrained from spoiling a beautiful angel?"

Lucifer, though still frightened by his feelings, was used to being like a tempest. He never experienced anything slowly or at a reasonable intensity. Everything was at a fever pitch, and so lent itself to throwing himself headlong into situations. The intensity of his emotions and loyalty left little room for moderation.

"I will bring wine when I return." Lucifer says leaning in to the angel curled up beside him.

[tryingitall]

"I'm only the third prettiest in the garrison," he says with moderately false modesty. In point of fact he's not sure anyone ranked angels by beauty in his garrison, and he's not sure where he'd fall if they had, but he'd put Anna and Cas both ahead of him if he were doing it.

These things are subjective, anyway, though, and affection always makes a person ten times more beautiful.

He slips an arm around Lucifer's waist, beneath the wings, and closes his eyes peacefully. "Then I'll give you wine-flavored kisses until we're both drunk on it."

[the_rebel_son]

Lucifer shook his head. "Only third?"

Maybe this angel was getting more beautiful over time. If that was the case, Lucifer couldn't remember. The touch caused a shiver to race over his skin.

"Your lips are better than wine." Lucifer moved and touched his lips, feather light to Balthazar's. "Unfortunate, we both have something to do soon."

[tryingitall]

Balthazar may have a kink for praise and general sweet-talk. He's blushing again, tilting his head to smile against the other angel's skin.

"I know you can't stay," he says, kisses back, and nips gently at his lower lip. "But I'll be looking forward to seeing you again soon."

[the_rebel_son]

If Balthazar had a kink for praise, Lucifer was quickly discovering he might have one for the blush that followed.

"As soon as I can, petaloúdo." Lucifer whispered before taking another brief kiss. He had to get up, though he did so slowly. If he didn't get up now, he was going to stay right here, and the angel would never get any of his errands done.