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There was a wedding, and a certain couple entirely forgot about a present. And she had sighed and said she'd make a rug, and he had gone thank you, thank you very much. And so it was that Medusa has been making a rug for the past few months in her time - occasionally drifting in and out, but mostly concentrating on colours and weaves and symbols and magic.

But lo! Said rug is finished, and is now currently being thumped down on Sam's desk.

Gently, of course.

It wouldn't do to unduely startle the Devil, just because it's hours after dawn.

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"Distracting kitten."

Beat.

"He is right, though."

"Right?"

Shreddie's purr is reaching several decibels in volume.

"Yes. You need to get up."

She helpfully demonstrates this by pushing herself up so that she's sitting on her feet, wings outstretched behind her, looking cheerful.

"I have the cruellest girlfriend - and the cruellest kitten - ever," Sam announces to nobody in particular.

He does, nonetheless, put the kitten down in order to sit up.

"Yes. Such a cruel girlfriend, to make the wedding present for your friend."

Seriously, "You are cruel and mean and evil, and I hate you very much."

"He does talk a lot of nonsense, doesn't he, Shreddie?"

The kitten purrs rustily. Make of that what you will.

"See? You're being mean again. And colluding with my kitten in your meanness!"

"This is why you need to get up. Some fresh air! It'll do you the world of good, and clear your brain."

Sulkily, "My brain is perfectly clear. You're just cruel."

"Aren't," she replies, getting to her feet and lightly jumping off the bed before walking away.

She's headed towards the windows.

"Are!"

Ohnoes, light. D:

"All right, all right, I can take a hint." Sam sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed, to a squeak of protest from Shreddie.

Medusa beams at him from over her shoulder, and continues to pull back curtains and open windows and letting in fresh air and natural light!

"I knew I loved you for something."

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Sulk.

"You're my favourite tormentor, you know that?"

"No. But it's always nice to hear."

"Don't lie to me, woman." Grinning. "You know full well you're my favourite."

"Mmm, yes."

This is not the smug look you are looking for, clearly.

Sam wanders over to her, kissing her neck.

"Smug and beautiful. Can't imagine why I love you."

"Because you are Lucifer."

Snicker. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I...don't know. You're just you. And it fits."

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Sam laughs, and kisses her cheek.

"Silly, lovely Meda."

His Meda. His.

"Mm."

Then she smiles at him, hopefully.

"Do you want to see what I made?"

"'Course." He strokes a curl of her hair, lightly twisting it round his finger.

"That it's a tapestry I gathered; what did you put on it?"

"Rug," Medusa corrects. "Rugs are useful."