Lucifer's (et al) mansion, Wednesday night

[betterthanaplan]

The post-resurrection high Duke had apparently been riding since they'd gotten back from Haven had faded, though he still felt physically better than he had in a long time. Possibly ever.

He was doing his best to maintain that physical wellbeing, even if his emotional wellbeing was slightly rockier again, and as such, very nearly ended up late to his planned date night with Lucifer, having spent longer swimming easy laps in the pool than he'd intended.

He was pretty sure Lucifer wasn't going to knock him too much for still being damp from a post-swim shower as he set the table and carefully plated the Egyptian-style fish sandwiches he'd put together for them for dinner.

The fact that he was wearing one of his favorite worn-soft old flannel shirts open over his bare chest might help, too. ;D

[for him!]

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[my_own_advocate]

"Definitely bring extra pillows," Lucifer said. He smirked. "Wouldn't want your arse to be uncomfortable."

[betterthanaplan]

“It can be a little uncomfortable,” Duke said. “But I know you like the extra softness.”

[my_own_advocate]

"Suppose we could just take off our clothes and roll around in the pillows," Lucifer teased.

[betterthanaplan]

“Isn’t that basically what we do half the time anyway?”

[my_own_advocate]

"True," Lucifer mused. "Perhaps we could go for a swim beforehand..."

[betterthanaplan]

“I am always up for a swim.”

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer-- polished off the last of the dessert. "Then let's get you out of your clothes," he said.

That waggle of his eyebrows was exaggerated, yes.