Alastor (RadioApple📻🍎)

Alastor was sitting on the sofa in the hotel where they lived, one leg slightly crossed. Lucifer: Hey— he heard Lucifer's voice and turned slightly to look at him. Lucifer: Can I sit here?

Alastor: There's plenty of room. You don't have to ask. Lucifer approaches the armchair/sofa. Lucifer: I mean your lap.

Alastor: I think you're terribly drunk.

Lucifer: Hm... He sits on Alastor's lap, appearing there with his teleportation powers. Lucifer: You didn't give me no for an answer. Alastor just stares at him silently as he listens. Lucifer: You know, angels normally can't get drunk. They don't need to eat, sleep, drink... But I do need to do all of that. It's my curse.

Alastor: You don't seem sad about that.

Lucifer: I'm not. It makes me feel human.

Alastor: I thought you despised them. You say we sinners are horrible.

Lucifer: Oh, you are! So dreadful... yet so unique and wonderful at the same time. Full of creativity, inspiration, feelings— Lucifer places a hand on Alastor's cheek near his chin and strokes the area near his lips with his thumb. Lucifer: And even love... Alastor blushes slightly at that, and his usual smile is now genuine. Alastor: Are you seriously drunk, Lucifer?

Lucifer: And that's a very beautiful, genuine smile. Lucifer brings his face closer, almost about to kiss Alastor, and it seemed as if he was going to reciprocate, but then Lucifer let his head fall onto Alastor's chest and fell asleep there, leaving him wanting the kiss.