Some said love was blind, but Aaron never felt it that way with Lucifer. He had always been able to see, no matter how much he tried to ignore it, those ugly parts that were part of Lucifer as much as the bright ones were. It was true that some moments he was able to momentarily forget before reality smacked him harder afterward but something told him he won't be able to do that anymore—he wouldn't have that luxury.
'I can't back up now', Aaron thought, his eyes trailing at the now empty room. He glanced up at the chair in front of his where Lucifer was currently sitting and leaned closer with his head bowed until he was able to rest his weight on Lucifer's thighs with both hands, position uncomfortable and dangerous considering he was at the edge of the chair. Aaron didn't care.
Lucifer caressed his cheek and Aaron tilted his head in its direction. He inhaled deeply, not caring that Lucifer never smelled anything. It was nice to feel smooth fingers on his skin.
