what a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

[mycursedface]

After this:

Medusa is in Sam's room, alone, and, yes, she's still annoyed. Angry. Despite the cookies and calming down, because it's just playing into other frustrations, and without being able to read, she doesn't have a lot of ways to distract herself, which she needs because after a week or so or however long it's been, here with him and it's...

Lucifer-who-calls-himself-Sam is many, many things. Kind and gorgeous and he makes her laugh and he is careful, careful, careful and gentle and just occasionally Medusa wants him to pick her up, dump her on the table and, just for once, kiss her roughly.

Among other things.

Other things involving hands and hot, hot, hot skin and that wicked voice of his whispering words dirty, filthy and lovely. Other things involving mouths kissing skin instead of lips, leaving red marks and making her feel giddy, swollen, unaware. Run his hands down her wings because metal, yes, but she can feel it against her skin and it feels good. Scratch her claws down his back and whisper please as his hands-
(she wishes that in her mind, if only in her mind, his pants had long since been discarded on the floor but she can't, she can't, she can't)

- well, she just likes his hands.

Not that, Medusa thinks as she chews her bottom lip in something akin to anger, he would. Fragile Medusa, breakable Medusa, as Atton made perfectly clear and even that fact that, normally, she adores being treated gently and (because she is in that frame of mind) gentle can be a torment all of its own, does nothing to relieve her current frustration.
Fuck it. Fuck him (that's the idea) and when Sam walks in his room, messy-haired and still out of breath from training, Medusa ignores the sword in his hand to shove him against the door and kiss him.

Hard.

Comments

[necessary_child]

"Hey." He offers her a half-shrug and a small smile.

"It's not like either of us is short on time."

[mycursedface]

The smile fades.

"I gave Atton a whole big song and dance today about not being delicate and breakable, and I can't even." Medusa stops, her snakes hissing with the thoughts she doesn't say.

"I'm just in a mood, I guess."

[necessary_child]

"Ouch." Eyebrow raise. "He okay? You know how he gets."

Medusa isn't, after all, the only breakable one there.

[mycursedface]

"Why wouldn't he be okay? He won, after all. I conceeded I am delicate and breakable."

Someone is, perhaps, still more than a little angry.

[necessary_child]

"Because he's Atton, and you're clearly still angry, which suggests that it didn't particularly end well."

[mycursedface]

"I was a big grown up and accepted the peace offering of cookies without ranting."

[necessary_child]

"And was Atton a big grown up?"

[mycursedface]

"I...presume so?"

[necessary_child]

"He's not usually too hard to read," Sam says thoughtfully.

[mycursedface]

"I think he's fine. It's just...me."

[necessary_child]

Atton's rarely totally fine, but Sam doesn't say that, because none of that is Medusa's fault.

"Come here, Beautiful." Sam sits up and leans over, arms around her waist.

Quietly, "It's not your fault."

[mycursedface]

Her arms go around his shoulders and she buries her face.

"What's not?" Her voice is muffled.

[necessary_child]

Sam tugs her carefully onto his lap.

"That you're... messed up, as you put it."

[mycursedface]

"That...doesn't help."

[necessary_child]

He sighs.

"Oh, Meda."

[mycursedface]

She's silent, for a long moment.

"Why, exactly, are you putting up with me?"

[necessary_child]

Quietly, "Because you're lovely. And I'm not talking about your looks."

[mycursedface]

Medusa looks up at him, frowning.

[necessary_child]

Headtilt.

"What?"

[mycursedface]

"Lovely?"

[necessary_child]

"Mmhmm." One of Sam's hands is around her waist, but the other finds one of her hands again.

"I'm trying desperately not to get soppy, but it's not the fact that you're beautiful that's keeping me here."

[mycursedface]

"Then what is, Lucifer? I don't...I don't understand."

[necessary_child]

"What's not to understand?" Sam plays with her hands, for a moment. "You're worth far more than just your looks."

[mycursedface]

"I guessed that."

If she thought he'd...well. She wouldn't be here.

"I...I love you. Lucifer. I do. Um. Maybe I shouldn't? But I do and you are wonderful. But I...I'm messed up. Broken. What, you've known me....months, and I die and then I go insane and just cry at you and I don't understand why you...Why keep you staying."

[necessary_child]

Sam freezes, smiles, faintly. "Well, as they say: It's Milliways. These things happen."