13695/Family Planning

Family Planning
Date of Scene:	04 August 2021
Location:	Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville
Synopsis:	Sinister addresses recent confusions in his and Lucifer's relationship. And then shares his ideas...
Cast of Characters:	Sinister, Lucifer

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Sinister has posed:
The last days of Ausberg were not horrid. Even with the breakdown moment in the early morning light, it wasn't the end of all things good. An apologetic Nathaniel can be rather solicious. But there were a few moments of him deep in thought and not quite able to put it all into words, which could have made things a little awkward it is true.

It has been several days since then. Business as usual at Lux, one would hope and Sinister doing what Sinisters do, when they're not relaxing at home. Presumably, he's a very busy man and it's actually the case. In the middle of there there was a big 'thinking of the songs of Fish' again, that suggests he was either sitting at the bottom of the ocean somewhere, listening to them all, or he'd gone to an aquarium again to zen out and watch. The Spatbergunder bull's blood wine had arrived though on short-order, along with other purchases that were shipped to the United States.

It's late at night then, so late that someplaces it's early... after Lux' regular business hours, and Nathaniel Essex is sat on a chais longue, his boots off and bare of foot, sitting lengthwise with a slim but very fast laptop on his lap, waiting and working whilst he does so. He served himself some cognac, whilst running figures on the screen.

Lucifer has posed:
No. Ausburg wasn't horrible, but there were some moments of awkward that were interesting to try and push past. Luci, herself, had at times been quite quiet, contemplative, and overall just keeping to herself when not in conversation or event with Nathaniel.

In those several days, Lucifer has of course returned, for the business as usual events of Lux. Checking numbers, stock, profits, and things of that nature. Making orders for things needed, receiving the wine that was ordered for Lux - and for the penthouse. Where Sinister goes and listens to fish, Lucifer has been...a home body.

Even tonight, while sometimes he's late arriving upstairs due to some after hour business. Tonight had some business, but the Devil refused. Instead, he promptly arrived to the penthouse, grabbed a whiskey and went to the piano to begin playing. Something a bit, light and yet also, drab. Fingers easy on the keys but the tune is a bit of a mishmash of notes that almost don't go together but do for some reason.

Sinister has posed:
That music is oddly telling; it's one or two notes shy of jarring dissonance, which nevertheless seems to work. So focused on getting what he's doing finished, Sinister but smiles at Lucifer as the Devil arrives, concluding his work with concentration and immense mental focus. Ultimately, the laptop is closed, set aside and he takes up his cognac to listen to the strange not-quite harmonious extemporization.

He remains poised in the chair, head rested against the back and features protracted by angle, until there's a natural pause in the tickling of the ivories. "That should not have worked, but I should expect you'll find ways of making it combine somehow. Lucifer?" eyes fixing on the devil, he licks his bottom lip, catches the top one to scrape with his teeth, before he launches further. "I think we need to have a discussion, because I'm trying to understand recent events and where we're all at. I think I'm not ... extemporizing enough, if that makes sense and I don't want to get things cock-eyed and sideways."

Lucifer has posed:
In that pause, when Nathaniel calls Lucifer's name, the music doesn't continue. He simply rests his left hand on top of the keys and reaches with his right to grab his whiskey to take a sip. "Alright. So. Let's have a discussion." Then he turns, looking to Nathaniel directly. "Something's been on your mind since Ausburg, and while I have a tiny sense of what it might be about, I won't know if I'm right or wrong until you actually begin telling me what's bothering you." Another sip of his whiskey before he places the glass back onto the piano's edge.

"...Sorry. I'm already putting on a defensive. My fault. I just... I feel like I've upset you, but not in any way one can put into words." He takes a breath, runs fingers through his coifed hair. "Anyway. Please." He motions to urge Nathaniel to speak.

Sinister has posed:
"I'm actually just confused. Everything in Ausberg was amazing. It /was/." Sinister replies, holding up a hand to stay the defensiveness and trying on a sheepish half-smile with it, letting it fade. "It felt like, and I know this is going to sound extremely odd, but... like..." he struggles as this just doens't make sense -to him- given his own mind "...I was having a lovely little holiday with your sister. Not just any sister, like... your twin sister." He just flails hands at that. "And that left me extremely confused as to what was going on when that feeling crept in."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer listens and watches as Nathaniel explains, or tries to explain, and he bites on his own lower lip before giving a shake of his head. "I..." He begins and then misses the step where he continues to talk, a sort of painful look marring his features a moment enough to where he turns back to face the piano. "It doesn't sound odd. I can't explain it. I've tried to even figure it out in my own head. It's like...at first it was just me wearing a woman's form. Then...she sort of..." He makes a motion like a pop or an explosion before shaking his head some more. "It's me. With a female name and form, but, somewhere along the way it separated in speech. It's never been important for me to retain the female...if that makes sense. Now, for many reasons, I feel that we...I...can do much with you and for us - you and I - as her, as well as me..." Then he stops, standing from the piano to shift and move to look out one of the tall floor to ceiling windows. "I'm sorry..."

Sinister has posed:
"No, no, don't be sorry.... that's not really the right response, but this makes things... well, complicated is just not quite justice for it is it?" Sinister has to laugh at that, the slightly higher pitched laugh of the giddily aware of the insanity of that statement. "I'm having a polyamorous relationship with one person. That's paradoxical. Worse, it felt a little bit like I was cheating on -you- which was weird. Then like I was letting you down, by being weird, which was even weirder!" He throws a hand up at that, rolling off of the chaise to pace back and forth like a caged tiger for a few minutes, before he walks up beside Samael, gazing out at the view. Being on top of the world makes everything below seem so small, but it can be isolating, also.

He rests his hand in the middle of Lucifer's back, rubs there gently. "Are you -honestly- okay with sharing me with yourself? Because Luci was all into a lot of the things she'd been jealous of -you- over. So. The potential is there for you to be jealous OF yourself."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer actually manages a chuckle while glancing out at the world beyond and below. "The thing is that it should just be ME." He offers. "Why would I be jealous of myself? There are things I want with you that I thought...might be easier...if..." He trails off again. "I can't give you a child. For obvious reasons. She could, if it's possible to even happen. But it shouldn't be a me and she thing, it should be a ME thing, whether I'm male or female. So I don't know...how or why the split even occurred. And, honestly, I'm..." Hands make fists, eyes betray the want to hide all of his emotions while he tries to work through his own thoughts and the questions Nathaniel is asking. A single tear falls down a cheek before he gathers himself and a breath. "Honestly, Nathaniel, I don't know how to answer your question. Because I fear whatever answer I give would hurt something along the way and I don't want to hurt you." A pause. "At all."

Sinister has posed:
Oh, no. Oh, no no no no! This is almost worse than Luci crying, this is... this is the scary thing that is a man crying. And Sinister knows he's done it too, now it's happening the other way around. Taking a soft, but sharp breath, he lifts his hand to the cheek where the tear falls, obstructs its passage and cups be'stubbled skin. His thumb sweeps the drop of salt away, but he also stares at it a moment, then Lucifer's dark eyes. It all kind of happens on instinct, that he steps on in and shifts the hand at the back and the one cupping cheek into a full on hard and fierce hug, which relaxes into holding close.

"I've figured out a couple of things in my time with you, you know. It's been a madcap ride that plunged far deeper than either of us expected. But the biggest thing I've worked out and you should be proud of me for working that one through, is that we've got to keep talking about it. The communication is what stops incidents of having fish apologize and impromptu gifts of Titanic Glenfiddig. And it's been me walking away both times, which I know is bad behaviour, so I've tried to change it. I just had to get my head this time, to a point where I could vocalized the strange. So please. Don't worry about the hurt... because it will be -less- than saying nothing."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer finds himself being hugged hard and held quicker than he likely anticipated it happening. Still, he wraps arms around Nathaniel and buries his head for a moment, mostly to compose himself. He doesn't cry anything more, just takes a few breaths before leaning back enough to catch eyes again.

"It was my idea. About having a child. Like I said, I can't give you a child. She can. It'd likely be the only thing keeping her around a lot more often than just an occasional tryst when I feel like being prettier. Or arm candy for you." Lucifer admits. "If she's becoming jealous of things, then that's not good. And needs to stop. I can't share you with myself. Because it shouldn't be the way of it." Then he smirks and adds a cheeky, "Besides. You were mine first. I love you. All of you. Every bit. I want to give you anything and everything I can. Maybe that was a wrong move, and yet, I wish we could have a child. Even if it is the anti-christ for Christians." A pause then. "So, in honest truth of your question, no. I'm not okay with sharing myself.."

Sinister has posed:
"Ok, good that we talked on that one then," Nathaniel huffs all his breath out, leans in and kisses. It's not a passionate kiss, more a 'I have to have a kiss right now to make this feel more like normality' and also for the reassurance of it. He laughs briefly, relieved laughter, a short bark of it. "You know how crazy it is to put that into perspective, even knowing you are a very sensitive individual. It's kind of like Joe Bloggs meeting Beyonce and finding out she farts!" It's out then he thinks about it "That sounded better in my head. Sorry about that. But mythological figure that turns out to be a lot less Myth than reality and we -are- going to have a family. Nobody would believe it. Part of me wants to go get our kid christened -just- to make some poor priest's brain flipflop." He pauses, shakes his head. "And that /also/ sounded better in my head."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer returns that kiss in the same manner of, 'yes kiss nao plz so feels better'. "Yes yes. I am a sensitive yet hardass beast of a thing." Offering that with a smirk before giving a shrug of his shoulders. As Nathaniel offers that things sounded better in his head both times, he just gives his own shrug. "The we -are- going to have a family makes me happy...but if not thru me...her...then how?" He then turns slightly and reaches a hand out to summon both cognac and whiskey, letting cognac float in the air until claimed. He claims his whiskey for a drink. "Also...would it be better to never take on that female visage again?"

Sinister has posed:
Nathaniel claims the cognac, downing half of it, then letting it be an anchor for his hand, stepping back from Lucifer only enough that intimate drinking space is had, leaning his outer shoulder against the glass of the penthouse window. "Alright, so, I've had a lot of thoughts about that and have been extremely busy the last little while. Multitasking. Donated a whole bunch of money to the gotham zoo and aquarium for conservation and genetic research on aquatic lifeforms. Realized I knew a blue Lantern and met her ring and that I probably have access to her xeno-biology research if I wanted, which lead me to reviewing what I saw on her computer when I actually looked and downloaded the information via technomancy... there's a similarity..." he gestures between the two of them "...because any offspring we have are hybrid. You're not human, I am, at my core. So, I'm going to have a look and see if anything she's found is useable."

He crosses his ankles, finishes off the cognac and floats over the decanter to refill it. "But that's mostly in case natural conception doesn't work. /I/ think it will, because you want it to. You might be hopeful that it will work right now, but... we've got to firm up that belief, I think. Intent has a lot of weight with you, my love." He swirls his drink. "What I think you probably need to do is have a long conversation with yourself -- Given that you might be jealous of yourself and sharing me may be awkward, I don't think my other idea would work so well; I probably could separate you both." He taps his head. Wiv mah BRAAAAAAAAAIN.

Lucifer has posed:
"Are you though? I mean this sincerely. Are you really human at your core still?" Lucifer asks gently before giving a sort of half smile and then looks out the window again. He's taking everything in. What Nathaniel said about the blue Lantern and also that he needs to firm up his belief in himself. There's a smirk there and a soft sigh. "I do need to have a little personal sit down don't I?" He offers then, glancing over to Sinister.

"In the end, I think the best thing to do is to settle myself into adhering to the fact that I am Lucifer *and* Luci. Sort of..smash us back together...in a sense. So phrasing might be a little different. I. Me. instead of, him and her. We. Uff. Never should have started that nonsense. It mucked things up a bit.."

Sinister has posed:
It did a bit. "It's probably a good idea," Sinister replies, but then, he holds up a finger of the arm leaning against the glass. "This is my -best- idea though," he clears his throat, breathes in deep and shakes his head, getting a kink in the long black and than a curl at the end, swelling in all the right places, shrinking in other very right places, until she's about five foot ten and looking up at him with those long eyelashes and wicked lips, clothing rearranging itself to hug the very, very generous curves. "And I can be multiple mes at once, my lovely lascivious lord of Lux."

She purrs that, does miss Sinister. "Molecular metamorph, too, I can untie my tubes."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer is about to say something when he looks and he watches as Nathaniel melts and curls, shrinks and grows in all the right places to become Miss Sinister. A twitch of lips brings on a smirk as Lucifer sips his whiskey, a line of liquid just on his lips which is swept away with a flick of tongue. The whiskey is set aside and he takes one step towards her. "Indeed you can...wow...I do love my life with you. Simple things become complicated, complicated things become simple. The world turns upside down and inside out all at once and I...love the thrill of the ride."

He slides an arm around her waist then, listening to her purr words. "Is that what you want, my love?"

Sinister has posed:
"I'm me, no matter what face I wear. I suppose it's a bull headed english stubborness, or I'm gloriously confident in who I am," she shrugs with a flick of her hair, leaning into long legs and sharp lines of three piece suit and the Archangel beneath them. "Other shapeshifters I've observed get complexes, sometimes personality subsumation, sometimes multiple personality disorder, bipolar... my complexes are all... well, you know them dollface." She grins, her lips glossy and a deep, harlot red. She walks the fingers of her left hand up his chest to his collar, toying with the skin there with doe eyes that you'd be a fool to believe.

"I would rather you and Luci are happy and in accord, without the complication... so you can both just have fun. I am at my core, rather pragmatic. I want a family with you. This /definitely/ seems like the most logical and sensible and easiest solution. Plus, the trying is -so- much fun, isn't it?" she winks and leans up, seemingly intent on kissing, except at the last minute she licks his lip for the taste of whiskey instead.

"But, as to your observation? I suppose I should consider myself -mostly- human, hmm? As we've observed, a bit of what you are remains even in human DNA and that's in every cell of my body." She boops noses with him. "DO you think that'll make a difference to sucCESS?!" Eyes wide, big grin, flashing teeth, flashing mind.

Lucifer has posed:
"Suppose I'm one of those shapeshifters that developed a complex. Never having spent much time as the one gender opposed to the other. At times a female, when it mattered, to making a deal or gaining a favor but never longer than needed." Lucifer offers. "Then along came you...you wonderful, splendid, amazing person...and I just want to please you. To be pleased by you - which is an obvious accomplishment on your end." He smirks, trying to be coy but also explanatory. Oh but that name, those fingers, eyes...she's not a doe. She's a minx. Scandalous.

"We'll work it out. Me and Luci. I pr--I'll make sure we do." That smirk remains as he wraps arms around, extends them down to those generous curves and *grabs* before feeling that tongue taste whiskey. Hell help him...

"Trying is fun. Definitely. And I can see myself trying again and again...I'll wear you out just to start all over again." He could do such. He likely has the stamina. The nose boop happens as she talks of humanity within her DNA and he chuckles. "Mostly. Sure. I can see that. But I don't think it'll make a difference. I'm an Angel. We've been fucking humans for a while now... and sometimes there are products of such. And you and I? We have a lot more riding on it than just some wham, bam, thanks again going for us."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister moues her lips and clucks. "T'chuh, Archangel. Even more elusive on the paternity case of human existence. But I can convince a lot of people of a lot of things. Maybe, I can convince your tadpoles to /really/ give it their all. In some ways it might be easier, given I can make sure I'm constantly fertile. Like having the Deluxe mega-package at the fertility clinic. The only downside to that, is I miiiiiiiiight just end up dropping a clan on your feet." She says it deadpan, looking up at him and stepping up on tippy toes to iiiiiiiinch the distance closer. Whispered: "Sorry dahling, we're having a litter..." with an eyeflash and a grin to take out the potential shock of that. She gives a kiss then, hard, fast, sharp with a loud MWAH~ at the end, slithering fingers into his the back pockets of his chinos, like she owns that space.

She wiggles her touche into the grab, with a glance over her shoulder and back to those looooooooooverly dark-blues. "FLattery will get you laid, by the way. And I'll take some promises. Like copious amounts of mad skills in the sack. But thank you for the confidence vote. Tell her hi for me when you do, I want to make sure she knows we can swap shoes /anytime/ she feels like it." Nodding briefly towards Vlad's magic wardrobe of crazy dimensions. "So... just to be clear here... you think my being human mostly won't make a difference? Or that our odds are better? Orrrrr....? It was a little ambiguous on the will-we, won't-we scale? I personally think what I did, what you gifted me, probably will have some effect. Probably. But it's not scientifical and all that malarky."

Lucifer has posed:
"Maybe if we both give it our all, and try as many times as possible, and several other things... I think we'll have a success on our hands in no time." Lucifer offers, then it clicks about the litter and he chuckles. A shift of one hand to that small dip in her back which he uses to pull her more flush against him. No words, by this point she's giving him that hard, fast, sharp kiss MWAH and slithering fingers into his pockets.

That wiggle of her touche in his hand has him giving a grin, her words gain a raise of a brow. "Is that so?" A chuckle. "Will do..." Then, even as she's talking he's shifting. A turn, and they shift from by the window to closer to a wall, a wall where he can try and pin her against. "I don't think you being kinda human will impact anything. I think you being more than human, in so many ways, might actually help us...in so many other ways." This much before he's leaning in, not a kiss, he's aiming for the hollow of her throat, to latch there for a moment.

Sinister has posed:
There are times that a woman grapples her lover, rubs all sorts of places, slithers hands, grabs hair, scratches nails. This is not one of those times; all she does is squeeze in the pockets and make sure she has anchorage. Because this moment is all about giving him full access and unadultarated permission to enjoy Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall *gesture gesture, full-body-wriggle* of this. With a full and beaming grin as wide as the cheshire's, she rests her head back as she's pinned, lifting one leg up hiiiiiiiiiigh in those thigh high boots to hook a thigh, but otherwise just let him enjoy the hollow of her throat, inhaling deeply

Alright that was deliberate. Skin tight vinyl and latex makes all kinds of things happen when you breathe in deep and there's not much room to begin with.

"I'm the swiss army knife of helpfulness. I even have that little pair of scissors for catching threads and the weird thing for getting stones from a horse's hoof." She laughs huskily. "You know, now I'm remembering the first time you saw me set my sights on you and your brain jumped the rails. Oh, that was a fabulous expression my darling... are you going to give me some interesting new ones to add to my mental slideshow tonight, hmm?"

Lucifer has posed:
So far, Lucifer has only had samples here and there. Tonight, she was all his, and he was going to take full advantage of that. With her pinned, it's not like he has to work on keeping her there as she raises that leg hiiiiiigh to hook a boot as he holds the hollow for a moment longer. Then, finally, he releases the hollow and leans back juuuust a bit. Looking her over, eyes hungry, chest heaving even though he doesn't need it to. It just adds to the sensations.

"Mmn...I don't quite think those are the tools you have working for you right now. Though I also do not doubt you could pull something like them out your ass and prove me wrong." He states, and then his hands move from butt and back upwards over vinyl clad skin until one is at the back of her neck, gathering a bit of hair there. "Mmn, I'm sure I'll give you plenty to enjoy both now and in that mental slideshow later."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister gives the sexy wince as her hair is gathered. "Oh, puss-cat, you are /so/ wicked..." she murmurs, like liquid chocolate laced with cocaine. Her body arches, just the right way along the attentions of fingers across clothing and skin both, up and at'm junior! The curve of bosom is an inviting pillow, at the least, all kinds of CENSORED at the most and she slow smiles, an invite as she nibbles the edge of her lip, watching him sloe-eyed and yet-to-be-satisfied.

Except that this solution to their recent tribulations is definitely a satisfying one, so there's points for that, right?

"You do realize I can throw you clean across the room and wrestle you in high heels and an outfit that barely contains anything, until we're fighting our way /onto/ the pillows instead of with them, right? I want some expressions now, damn it! Give me some sugar, dollface." The girls shake a bit, in a little shoulder shimmy. "And then, we'll have an /adventure/."

Lucifer has posed:
Everything is taken in, and Lucifer listens as she gives a warning, and a demand, and he chuckles. "Oh. Is that so?" He switches hands that are holding her hair so he can take the one on the side with her leg so stretched, and from thigh to ankle he drags fingernails that are sharp but not tearing along that skin-tight vinyl. At the same time, he makes faces. A smirk. A feigned gasp. He sticks out his tongue. Makes a crazy face. Then he grins. A shit-eating one at that.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, my love. I will make you prove it to me in so many ways..." This said and then he leans in and captures her lips, hard, long. Parting his own and letting his tongue lap at her lips, perhaps even try to seek entry. Unless she makes good on her threat. Come at the Devil, see who plays with fire better.

Sinister has posed:
She lets him in, alright, tangling tongues for a while, before fighting back with the bruise of lips and the claim of teeth on top of them in a way that would bruise if it wasn't him. And all the while? She's giggling, because those faces were entirely precious.

"Good time it is, I don't blowhard," Superheros are funny things, a stick with boobs can benchlift a 16 wheeler and this little thing in dominatrix gear, with a sure sense of self, takes her hands in his chinos and barely seems to brace as she lifts him like he's a literally a dollface, pressing off the wall and releasing her hands, tosses him back -- and at the same time is going into motion, running in heels to catch up with him at superhuman speed (though not blindingly teleport quick) to snatch him, spin and hip-check with a wink and another snatched kiss, before tossing him at the couch and running for the bedroom. "You're it, catch me if you can!"

Lucifer has posed:
The Devil can choose to let bruises remain, and this is one of those times he'll do just that. For the sheer sake of doing it and feeling it the whole while - otherwise where is the fun in letting your lover do such things to you? That giggle gets him, too, and he smirks one last time.

When the fun begins, and he's being tossed back, but caught before crashing, another kiss captured and he all but falters before being tossed at the couch. Landing there and rolling to stand again, a brow lifts as she calls out to catch her if she can...

"Right then..."

He'll step and then be in the bedroom within that step, allowing more mischief, mayhem, and *attempts* to be had the whole night through.