As soon as they got home, Lucifer collapsed on the couch, letting out a low groan. Alex hurried after him, kneeling by his side. She placed a hand over his forehead. "You're really warm," she fretted. "We should have come home immediately."

Lucifer shook his head, sitting up long enough to shrug off his jacket. He fell back against the cushion, loosening his tie. "I'm fine," he murmured, eyes closing.

Alex cupped his cheek worriedly, fingers trailing down his neck as she pulled away. "I can fix this."

"I said I'm fine. It's just a little bug. I'll be up in the morning."

"Luce." Alex frowned at his stubbornness. "Just let me heal you."

Lucifer cracked open an eye. "Depends. You gonna take me to bed afterwards?" He winked suggestively.

Alex resisted the temptation to slap him. "Maybe I'll just go to bed by myself." She stood up to walk away, but a hand caught her wrist.

Lucifer spun her and pulled her down until she found herself laying on top of him. "You have no sense of humor," he mumbled, eyes closing again.

Alex opened her mouth to snap, but she felt Khul'Shalkrum surround her. She eagerly drank it in, letting out a soft breath against the alpha's chest. She sat up, trying to get up off, but Lucifer held her still, leaving Alex awkwardly straddling his hips. She placed a hand on his chest to stabilize herself, blushing slightly as she felt his warm, bare skin beneath her palm. She closed her eyes, letting the Source trickle through her hand and into his chest. She felt it flood through his limbs, ignoring the strongly intimate feeling that accompanied it. She felt his heart beating, pushing blood through his strong, muscular body -

She pulled away, dropping the Source. Lucifer lay beneath her, eyes closed. When they opened, they locked with hers, and Alex swallowed thickly. She blinked, reaching out to place a hand over his forehead. It felt the same. "Sorry." Her voice cracked slightly, and she cleared her throat. "I, uh, I don't know. You, uh, you look a little better."

"I feel better." Lucifer's voice was deep and guttural. He reached up, fingers gently curling through her hair. "So was that a 'yes' on the bed thing?"

"Not one your life." Alex tried to move away, but hands came to rest on her sides, keeping her still.

Lucifer quirked an eyebrow. "Come on." His hands ran up her sides. "After a night out like that, we deserve to relax."

Alex used the Source to push herself away. She stalked into the kitchen, suddenly leaning against the counter to catch her breath, lungs crushed.

She heard Lucifer walk up behind her, voice tight. "How many times do I have to tell you? You do not use Khul'Shalkrum on alphas."

"I didn't use it on you," Alex wheezed out, one hand gripping her chest. "I used it to get away from you. Survival."

Lucifer lightly placed his hands on her hips, stepping close so his groin was pressed flush against her ass. Alex froze, drawing on the Source, but it was pulled from her. Lucifer bent down and pressed a lingering kiss on her neck. Then he drew back. "Go put on something comfortable. We'll watch a movie. You can pick." He dropped his hands and stepped away, watching as the omega scurried away. He sighed, running his hand through his hair.

...

Alex spun into the bathroom, closing the door and locking it tight. Then she hurried into the closet, closing that door too. She leaned against it, slumping to the floor. Dammit. She held out a hand. It was shaking. She stood up, stripping off the black dress, tossing it on the floor. This was the second time in two days Lucifer had tried to pull something like that. She wasn't sure how long it would be before he wouldn't just let her go.

She shakily pulled on jeans and a t-shirt, hesitating before stepping into the bathroom. She pulled her blonde hair into a loose ponytail before placing her ear against the door, listening. The room sounded empty. She unlocked the door and stepped out. She heard the tv flickering in the other room, and she took a deep breath, stepping into the hall.

Lucifer was sprawled out on the couch, eyes closed. Alex couldn't help running her eyes over him. Slacks, white oxford, his black tie hanging loosely around his neck. Okay, fine. She'd admit he looked pretty sexy wearing that. But that didn't change anything. When she approached, he opened his blue eyes, one hand going up to run through his short hair. "Took you long enough," he muttered, sitting up. He motioned towards the tv. "What do you want to watch?"

Alex shrugged, awkwardly sitting down next to him. "Dunno," she mumbled.

"Comedy? Sci-fi? Horror?"

Alex shrugged. "Comedy? I don't care."

"Alright. I'll pick." Lucifer picked up the remote, scrolling through the list. "What About Bob." He looked over at his omega. "It's got Bill Murray. Trust me. It's hilarious."

Alex nodded, having not much choice but to believe him. Lucifer slouched in his seat, getting comfortable. He extended an arm, offering himself, and Alex, against her better judgement, shifted closer, letting him pull her up against him.

...

As the movie went on, Alex relaxed, letting her head rest comfortably on his chest. She let out a large yawn, snuggling closer. Lucifer, who had fallen asleep ten minutes ago, shifted unconsciously, dislodging the thick blanket he had pulled over them earlier.

Alex reluctantly freed a hand to pull it back into place. She looked up into the alpha's peaceful face, felt his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. She reached up, mindlessly fingering his black tie. Her eyes came to rest on a small card that sat on the coffee table. It was Gadreel's. She reached for it, running her fingers over the course paper. He had seemed really nice. And he didn't act like he cared that she was an omega. She sighed. He had seemed angry that Lucifer had beaten her.

She looked up at him. Right now, she couldn't find it in her to be particularly mad. Damn that partial bond. That was why. It had to be.

Lucifer shifted in his sleep, drawing the omega closer. Alex let him, closing her eyes. What the hell. She'd figure it out tomorrow.