13721/There's Prepared...and then there's...this

There's Prepared...and then there's...this
Date of Scene:	13 August 2021
Location:	Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville
Synopsis:	A sort of total wtf moment.
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Sinister

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Lucifer has posed:
A few days have passed since that night in the graveyard, saving Miss Sinister from Watchers and allowing a small family reunion. Tears were shed, but they had been good tears, and the way that Sinister acted spurred Lucifer into making sure that he would be absolutely prepared for what was coming. Though, not in the way that one would think. He wasn't calling out to the Metatron, or having words with the cherubs.

No. It's much worse. He's been READING.

And the proof is in the fact that there are at least seven books strewn about the penthouse, and yet in a very strategic way. In the bedroom, on the nightstand, is a book titled 'Your Orgasmic Pregnancy: Little Sex Secrets Every Hot Mama Should Know'. In the living room, on one of the couch's end tables are two books titled 'The Birth Partner: Everything You Need to Know to Help a Woman Through Childbirth' and 'Be Prepared: A Practical Handbook for New Dads'

The kitchen has a few cookbooks now stacked against the wall, and one bookmarked in a few spots laying next to the stove. This one is called 'Healthy, Happy Pregnancy Cookbook: Over 125 Delicious Recipes to Satisfy You'. In the bathroom - cause Lucifer does tend to shower and relax in the hot tub, so by the hot tub in a little knook is a book titled 'Fit Pregnancy For Dummies'. And finally, there is Lucifer himself. Laying on the long end of the 'L' shaped couch with a book titled 'The Expectant Father: Facts, Tips, and Advice for Dads-to-Be' opened against his chest as his eyes are closed and he's almost actually sleeping. On the table next to him? The final book 'Yeah, Baby!: The Modern Mama?s Guide to Mastering Pregnancy, Having a Healthy Baby, and Bouncing Back Better Than Ever'.

Sinister has posed:
This started out as puzzlement in the kitchen. Sinister had been doing the things that she does, outside of home-time hours. Today involved a certain examination of the stomach contents of mermen hybrid demon things, which was ever so interesting. And then she returned, went immediately to kitchen to get a glass of oat milk from the fridge and spotted the book. It got stared at, thumbed through, then because it was a natural progression, she opened cupboards and checked for baking trays, skillets, utensils for cooking. Yep, they're there. Do they look very used? No, not really. Then the fridge was re-examined for signs of mad grocery hauls and yep, there's the cruelty free organic carrots from Wholefoods.

Stare. And all the other things, catalogued. And then, of course, it became a game.

Bathtub: Check.

Bedroom: Check? Check! She thumbs through that one a bit, grins at a few of the silly things gravid humans have to put up with.

And then the living room and the archangel on the couch, with his How-to guide. The hand goes over her mouth as she spots wha's on the coffee table. She is not laughing, but the smile threatens to spill a couple of hysterical giggles out of the sides if she's not careful. INhale deep. Right.

Silently, she floats to the couch, turns through 90 degrees so she's horizontal and lowers, so that she hovers on her side, at eye-level to the Devil who contemplates his eyelids. Red eyes peer like a submerged Rusalka over the edge, her hair and forehead visible, head propped on palm and the air itself. Stare. How long will it take him to rouse?

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer is only partly aware of another presence in the penthouse and for the first bit, he doesn't seem to pay any attention. It's Sinister. She lives here. Of course she's come home after whatever playthings she was off poking and prodding. He doesn't know she's seen the cookbook, or the array of foods now in the fridge and pantry. Completely unaware that she has also found the book in the bathroom and bedroom. Oblivious! His eyelids are too interesting.

Yet stare at him for a bit of time, and he will slowly open one eye to gaze upon the staring one. The other eye then opens and he inhales a breath he doesn't need but it mimics the sleep he wasn't getting. "Oh hello there." He offers, leaning over to proffer a tender but brief kiss. Then his brows furrow before a single one lifts. "You're humored... why are you... ooooh..." Ding ding ding. The Devil's brain is finally working! "Ah. Yes. I...you found my ahm...current courses of study."

Sinister has posed:
The brief kiss returned, she chuckles softly. "Your curriculum is very comprehensive, but you could do with a clinical book, also. The how-to guides and self-helps for such preparations rarely do the justice of watching your favourite pub burning down infront of your eyes," Sinister replies with a nod, leaning in and kissing him again afterwards, licking the tip of his nose as she withdraws, floats up and settles herself on the edge of the couch beside him. Long, feminine fingers tidy his hair a little, not that it's needed, but it's a good excuse to play with it, affectionately. She crosses her legs at the knee, currently clad in black skin-tight satin pants and five inch heels with many a silver buckle. She went with a black fishnet sweater over Victoria Secret underwear for the top half.

"So, in the near future, are we going to be attempting to learn to cook? I imagine that you could be quite the epicurean, my dearling, but I cannot help but envision it may be a talent that you left to other people to perfect?" She arches an eyebrow, then gestures at the book. "Any words of wisdom that have leapt out at you so far?"

Lucifer has posed:
And here he is, all naked except for purple silken boxers. So as she shifts, hovers and then settles, he shift juuust enough to make it all picture perfect comfy. An arm around her, legs entwined together. He takes in her scent a moment while listening to her speak. "Mmn, of course. I will be sure to look into the actual medical practicalities. These were just...gloss overs. To prepare for further instructional material." He offers with a grin and a kiss to her forehead.

"Ah, but I can cook my dear. I just often do not. Here I don't need to as I'm rarely with someone who actually needs food. But, I am guessing, in your path of bearing a child that might circumvent some lacking appetites and practically speaking you SHOULD eat because you bear a child." He offers. "I just wanted to know what was best to make, and perhaps test a few things here and there. Dabble. If you will. But if you really want me to go all out, I can knock your socks of with a duck l'orange, or lamb with cherry glaze and mint sauce. Perhaps quail..."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister lets her upper hand play along his side, little fingertrails like ice-dancers over the skin as he kisses her forehead. Those dancers eventually meet thier counterparts and interlace, so she can bring them up to kiss his inner wrist. She relents a bit of posture then, to snuggle in and rest her head upon his bicep, looking at his face in EXTREME CLOSE-UP mode. "One good meal a day should actually cover the child's needs on my system, beloved. They're currently nurturing on the essence of me, but the tax will increase rapidly rather quickly. And see? Epicurean, but I lie corrected." The grin shows dimples and so-white teeth, the tilt of her head turning coy and rather like the cat that got the cream AND the irish whiskey with it. "I think I should be rather delighted to be spoiled with a sensory smorgasboard, a'la Samael. And later, perhaps, though I have no idea if I shall suffer this or nay... how to cook with the odd ingredients that a craving demands." She winks.

Then her other hand, partially trapped by her own body, plays little circles on his chest, tracing the line of muscles where she can reach. "You didn't answer me though, slippery clever thing that you are. But I suspect the non-answer may be an answer in itself, that you've basically been sifting the fundamentals."

Lucifer has posed:
"Ah, and see, I am already preparing myself for when the moment comes that the little one taxes you with need for more sustenance than you can perhaps provide. If it takes one meal, or three, I shall provide in some way. With meals fit for a mother, but delicious as well." Lucifer proclaims and then chuckles. "And we will cross the odd ingredient road if it ever comes to pass. I am, if nothing else, open to adaptation." He grins, a sparkle of mirth in his eyes. Even with her so close to his face, he loves a moment like this. Just laying and talking of things. Specific or not, it is these moments that he shall treasure right along with the big tasks they take on.

"Mmn, perhaps tomorrow you shall come home to something cooked by yours truly. I will go all out to prove to you that you are indeed in skilled hands." This final thought offered before he hears how he slipped aside a question she had. That grin never fades, nor does he offer an answer even now. Perhaps there just isn't one, perhaps he is simply keeping quiet. One may never know.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister laughs softly, releasing his hand so she can slip it around his neck and pull him close for a very purposeful kiss. All sorts of things are conveyed in that, but she adds the words "...Lucifer? I trust you. Implicitly. I can say that you are the only being in all of creation that I can say that to, in complete honesty. I shall -relish- you seeking to prove that I am indeed, in skilled hands, but I already knew that. But it's /terribly/ nice to have my expectations turned upside down with a flourish and panache. You, my darling, are a renaissance man."

This all said, she shifts about, laying partially on her back, with her shoulders squared to the wide sectional, one leg still tucked in, but the other flat, just so that she can reach for his hand and bring it to the belly palm to skin beneath the fishnet sweater. She leans up again then, resting her forehead against his own and closes her eyes with a deep, slow breath.

Pulled awareness travelling by thought, focuses -- a slipstream effect of him being tugged by her own mind, the telepath concentrates. And there it is. It's not much of a mind down there, it's barely the size of a grain of rice, after all, but there is proto consciousness, a little flicker beneath the vast that is her own. <<Blip, meet your father. Lucifer, this is the blip.>>

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer gives a soft chuckle while nosing or skimming fingers where he can for the moment. "Darling. I know. I know you know. I say these things because they feel right to say in conversation. To perhaps just..." He waves a free hand in a near dismissive way. "Let the words exist." Then he kisses again, after having had one other purposeful kiss. "Mmn, does this mean I can wear my fluffy shirt tomorrow too?" She knows the one. He wore it on their date. Looked like a fanciful modern day pirate.

Then he finds her shifting in a very particular way and while he wonders why, he won't have to wonder for long. His hand is guided to her belly and then their minds link stronger as she concentrates. He tilts his head, and for a moment there's a curiosity, until it's there. That flicker of a pulse of *something* nestled where it grows. <Blip. My word. It is amazing...> This, and he also cannot stop the single tear that falls down his cheek.

Sinister has posed:
<<We made that, you and I. We brought life into the world. There isn't anything quite like that.>> Oh-so-soft, the telepathic thought as the single tear gets caught between two cheeks and pools there. He can likely feel the warmth of a smile in mind, the protective cloud of motherhood gentling certain aspects. One must wonder though, if the female of the species IS more deadly than the male. Nathaniel probably would not have thrown an Archangel at three watchers, but Nathanielle did not think twice about it. Hmm!

<<Blip just seemed appropriate. We might have to think of another name, at some point. Several other names, honestly.>>

And it withdraws, so as not to traumatize a tiny nascent brain. They just peeked, like giants into the fishbowl, then withdrew. "Sweetie, I would like nothing better than to see you in that shirt again. All kinds of memories associated with that shirt. My my, how far we've come, no? It feels... astounding, to think of what was missing, now that it's no longer that. I..." she pauses, laughs a little breathlessly "...am still occasionally disbelieving that this happened at all. Hindsight, it makes all the sense in the world, but it still -feels- kind of unreal. You never know what you're missing, until you contrast it, I guess."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer doesn't really say anything in the moment. He sort of can't because he's caught up in the moment of feeling the baby and the mother, just basking in the LIFE that is there. After they withdraw, to let the growing blip continue it's nesting, he does finally nod. "We made that. You and I. And there is no force that will be able to stop it from happening."

"Hmmn, I was thinking it'd be kinda cute if we actually called him Samael - if it is a him. Course, it might be able to be either or...so.."

Then Sinister is looking upon him and speaking of that shirt, and the memories connected to it. Which only causes him to think of something else he could do amidst all the food he was going to cook. Oh, Sin-love, stop giving the devil cutesy ideas. People might begin to catch on and he'll lose reputation points among the masses...

Sinister has posed:
Only if there was a superfly on the wall and heck, that is NOT going to happen on Sin's watch. She has a reputation to uphold too, but dammit, private life is not professional life! One does not go out and crush companies, ravage scientific preconceptions and influence nations and bring it all home! Well, mostly you do not bring it all home. Pfff.

"Samael? I could get behind that. I think they sublimed it to Samuel and never realized. Like father like son. Mind, I named my son Adam. I think perhaps I ought to have realized something was going to happen eventually, but my prescience seems to have been extremely exclusive." She catches the look thought and challenges with an eyebrow arch.

"Do I /want/ to know what's going through that delicious brain of yours?"

Lucifer has posed:
"Indeed. People don't really pay attention to the origin of names anymore. Or they bastardize it to the point that it has some link to the heavens and no where else." Lucifer offers this with a shrug. "Then again, there are other names we can try on for size as well." This and then a kiss with a nuzzle attached.

"You can want to know what's going through my mind... but that doesn't mean I have to reveal all my secrets to you. This one is locked tight. You'll just have to wait." And he grins and then takes a breath. "What to do this night..."

Sinister has posed:
"I am going to put my vote in then, for Morgen. Or Morgan, as it's unisex. Although, that might not work, as then we'd have Morgan Morningstar, though that isn't terrible. No, I am sticking with that. We'll know by the feels as this develops." She pauses but gives a short grunt of dismissal of the general masses, at the same time. "Etymology is a lost science, except for a few stoically devout. And considering the plethora of rather astonishing names that end up being unfortunately attached to a child these days, is there any wonder I occasionally dispair at the fate of the human race?" She tongueclucks with it.

But then there's evasion and suggestion all at the same time. "You know what I intend to do? I intend to gently put your book aside, then drag you off to do some mutual massage. What happens afterwards is a wild guess on the part of punters. But I want to work your deep tissue and have you reciprocate -- I am stiff in all /manner/ of places."

Lucifer has posed:
"They don't have to have the name Morningstar you know. In many ways, that might be just a bit..." Lucifer tries to think of the word. "Well I would say telling, but then that all depends on how we raise them. Still, I like Essex." A nod then as he smiles. "Especially if it's a male. They can continue the Essex line. Morningstar can live and die with me."

At the intentions spoken afterwards, he gives a wide grin. The books are set on the table and then he cheats because he can. Shadows, and then they are no longer on the couch, but in that king bed. Massages, deep tissue types, and whatever follows from then is had going well into the night to beckon the morning.