A soft breeze ruffled the sheer curtains, and the late afternoon sun streamed in through the large window in Sasha's bedroom. The room was bathed in a warm glow, casting long shadows on the plush carpeted floor.
On the large queen-sized bed in the middle of the room, two figures were curled up in a deep slumber. Their chests rose and fell with each breath, their limbs entwined in a loving embrace.
Lucifer lay on his back, his broad chest serving as a pillow for his Aunt Sasha, who slept on top of him. She wore nothing but her birthday suit, her long hair fanned out over his skin and tickling his arm. He had one arm wrapped protectively around her, his hand resting on the small of her back, and the other hand was tangled in her silky locks.
