“You’re such a brat, you know that?” Sam groaned and swatted the archangel’s finger away to stop him from trying to poke his sides. “Goddamn it – will you stop that?!”
Lucifer rested his head on Sam’s lap and pouted petulantly, innocently batting his eyelashes up at the hunter. “I’m not going to stop poking
you until you give me some attention.”“I am trying to fucking read here.”
“Reading is for nerds.”
“I am a nerd,” Sam retorted. “A very pissed off nerd if you don’t let me read in peace. Leave me alone, now.”
“Okay, fine,” Lucifer said. “If you wanna be a nerd, then let’s talk about books like nerds.”
“No, I wanna read. Not talk–”
“Have you ever read Clifford The Big Red Dog?”
“…That’s a children’s book, Lucifer.”
“But it’s a book. And it’s about a dog.” Lucifer argued, semi annoyed with Sam’s lack of interest.
“A book for five year olds. Now shut up and let me finish my goddamn book, will you? Go entertain yourself.”
When Lucifer refused to obey and continued to poke Sam’s tummy and whine for about another five minutes, he clasped his book shut and threw it on the other side of the room before dropping the back of his head against the headboard of his bed with a groan of exasperation.
“Alright, what the fuck do you want…?”
Lucifer smiled in victory.
“Well, for starters, a few kisses would actually be quite nice.”