Lucifer's lips brushed against hers, slow and deliberate. Athena didn't hesitate—she met him halfway, her hands finding their place against his chest, fingers curling slightly against the fabric of his coat. The warmth of the moment lingered, the world around them quiet, as if holding its breath.
Then, she pulled back, her piercing gray eyes searching his.
Lucifer smirked. "Satisfied?"
Athena scoffed, but there was a slight flush on her cheeks. "Hardly."
Lucifer chuckled, slipping his hands back into his coat pockets. "You'll have plenty of time for that."
Athena tilted her head. "So, it's that simple? Just like that, I'm yours again?"
Lucifer's eyes glowed faintly in the dim light. "You were always mine, Athena. Whether you admitted it or not."
She exhaled, shaking her head with a smirk. "Cocky as ever."
Lucifer shrugged. "It's part of my charm."