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Elora

I wondered the manor, literally about to lose my mind from boredom. It's been a week of this, and I can't take it anymore. I want to go back to school, and have something to do. I'm not meant for laziness and spontaneity. I miss my schedule, and I miss my days being planned out.

My guys have done a really good job at doing things with me to keep me busy this past week, but today's a different story. Eugene cuddled me to sleep last night, and this morning he left as soon as I woke up- nicely.

They're all busy with work, or werewolves or other vampires. Which I'm okay with, I can't take up all their time, that's just not fair.

But I've done everything I wanted to do and more. Today, I pulled out all my clothes from my closet, just to put them back in exactly how they were, just so I would have something to do. I'm really going to go crazy.

I looked down, walking down one of the many long halls, walking heel to toe, counting how many steps it is to get from one wall to another. I'm dressed in thigh high white socks, and an oversized sweater. My hair is all tangly from when I scrubbed all the trimming throughout the house.

Half an hour later, my feet led me in front of Felix's office. I need to measure in there too, if I don't do every room, excluding the bedrooms, my game will be incomplete.

I bit my lip and softly knocked, "Felix," I whispered, knowing he can hear me. I really don't want to bug any of them, I know they're busy. I've purposely stayed away, so they'll get their work done sooner, then the rest of their time is all mine.

"Come in," he called.

I entered his office, closing the door quietly behind me, seeing he's on the phone. He's sitting behind his desk, wearing black slacks and a white button down, rolled to his elbows. He held his phone to his ear, his other hand on a computer mouse where he clicked things.

He's so yummy, it hurts.

Felix watched me as I put my heel against the wall, and started walking again. I blinked up at him, faintly smiling as I counted the steps.

Unfortunately it didn't take very long to get from one side of his office to the other. I don't want to leave... this is sadly the most attention I've gotten all day long. I really am spoiled.

I lingered around one of his bookshelves for a few minutes, listening to him talk about things I don't quite understand over the phone. I just want to be around him, there's no harm in that, right? Especially if I don't bother him.

I turned and eyed the chair on the other side of his desk. Why shouldn't I?

I shuffled over to the chair and sat down, pulling my knees to my chest, watching him.

I like the way his jaw moves when he talks, it's very prominent and strong. He also has a good stubble going, which I personally prefer on him. He looks good with a bit of facial hair.

After a few minutes, he finally hung up the phone and gave me an amused grin, "Yes, baby?" He asked.

I shrugged, "Nothing. Can I stay in here? I'm dying of boredom, and you're all busy," I explained, proud of myself that it didn't come out as a pout.

He clicked a few things on his computer, pulling out his chair, "Come here," he tilted his head.

I smiled and practically pounced on his lap. I put my legs on each side of him and looked up at him through my eyelashes.

Woah deja-vu.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, "I was wondering why you've been so quiet, I expected you to come in here much earlier," he said.

I shrugged, "I don't want to bother you, I know you're busy."

He ran his hand through my hair, "You're not a bother," he assured. I don't know about that, I'm feeling particularly clingy today. Maybe because I've been starved of attention. He glanced at his computer, and I looked too, seeing dozens of unread emails, all marked as urgent. Ugh.

I looked up at him, "I just remembered I have another room to measure," I lied, not wanting to keep him from his work.

He gave me a pointed look, "I heard you walk through every room in this house- every room you know about," he mumbled the last part.

I pushed my eyebrows together, wondering what room I've never been in, and came up short. I know every single nook and cranny of this place...

He absentmindedly ran his hands up my thighs, "This is strike one, don't lie to me, Elora," he warned.

I widened my eyes. It wasn't a bad lie, I just don't want him to fall behind because of me. "What happens if I get three?" I asked.

He chuckled, "Baby, you only get two strikes. Then you'll be punished," he smirked, sounding darkly happy.

I shrunk in his arms... I don't like the sound of that. And I don't like that he's so happy with it. I pushed my eyebrows together, looking away from him, feeling nervous. "Why only two? I thought everything is 'three strikes and you're out,'" I asked.

"Because you're just too good," he dismissed. He glanced at some files on his desk before looking at me happily, "Would you like to help me with something, baby?" He offered.

I beamed up at him, "Yes! I can do anything- just not hard stuff, you shouldn't trust me with serious stuff. Wait, I don't want to mess anything up, probably not," my train of thought rambled. The more I though about it, the more intimidated I felt. Their business is serious, and I don't want to be the one to mess up.

He chuckled, placing a small kiss against my lips, "I just want you to give these to Lucifer, Dane, and Duke," he glanced at the files.

Oh. "I can do that!" I nodded. It gives me an excuse to go see them. I know they could run down here or Felix could deliver them himself with their vampire speed. He's just giving me something to do.

He wrote each of their names on a sticky note, and put them on the corresponding folders. I stood up and grabbed them, excited to finally do something that's slightly productive. "Thanks, Felix!" I called over my shoulder as I walked out.

I slowly walked to the kitchen first, knowing Dane will be sitting in his usual spot at the counter.

I smiled when I saw him, typing away at his laptop, papers spread all over the counter. I sat on the stool next go him, and he smiled, still looking at his computer.

"Special delivery, doc," I wiggled the folder in my hand.

He finished whatever he was typing and turned to me, "Felix shouldn't have,"

he joked. He took the folder and tossed it on the counter with the other files. "He sent you all for me?" He teased.

I smiled, "Uhu, and I come with free kisses and cuddles," I flirted.

He chuckled, his smile reaching his eyes, "Get over here then," he pushed his chair back, similar to how Felix did earlier.

I grinned and climbed onto his lap, immediately wrapping my arms around his neck and planting a big kiss on his perfect lips.

He smiled against my lips, kissing me gently. His hands rested on my bottom, cupping my cheeks under my sweater. He's a butt guy for sure.

After a few minutes he pulled away, still smiling at me, "Well I must say, this is the best business interaction I've ever had," he playfully patted my bottom.

I laughed, "It better be," I joked. I grabbed the two other folders and slid off his lap, "I'd love to stay, doc, but I've got other deliveries to make."

He sarcastically rolled his eyes, "Yes, it looks like you got your work cut out for you, angel," he looked back at his computer for a second. He sighed, turning back to me and tapping his lips, "One for the road."

I stood on my toes and kissed him before I skipped out of the kitchen, Dukes room being my next destination.

I didn't bother knocking; it's Duke, he doesn't care. I opened his door and plopped on his bed next to to him, careful not to touch any of the folders he has sprawled everywhere.

He smiled at me, watching me as I climbed onto his lap, "I'm here for your break," I explained.

His windows are open, letting the bright light and fresh air in the room, but it's still always cozy in here. I've always loved dukes room. It's bright and happy, just like he is.

"Oh? Is this you telling me I need one?" He asked.

I nodded, "Yup, there's also a folder thingy, but that's not as important," I handed him the folder with his name on it.

He placed the folder neatly on his bed, wrapping his arms around me and laying back on his pillows. I smiled, laying flush against his chest, "Look at you, being so helpful. Such a good baby," he cooed.

I cuddled further into him, feeling him rub his big hand up and down my back. This is more like it- I'm not meant to be alone for so many hours. I want to be coddled and babied, and most of all I want their undivided attention forever. That's not too much to ask for.

"What happened to your hair?" He asked.

I sat up, straddling his waist. I ran my hands through it a few times, blushing, "Oh, I guess it got messed up throughout the day. I cleaned a lot," I explained.

He gave me a pointed look, "You know I don't like it when you clean. We can do all the housework."

I shrugged, "But I like to clean, it's satisfying," I smiled.

He sat up, opening his bedside drawer. The contents of it puzzled me. A hairbrush, a brand new pack of hair ties, and a tube of clear looking lotion that's still sealed.

I didn't question it as he grabbed the brush, "Turn around, let me fix your lion's mane," he joked.

I smiled and turned around, putting my head back, so he can brush it better. I've always loved when he does my hair, it feels so nice. "What are you all so swamped with, Duke? You're all drowning in emails and paperwork," I asked. They're usually not this overworked.

He brushed my hair and started braiding it. "We had a lot of things happen at once. About thirty different deliveries were made, a whole shipment of supplies suddenly disappeared and for some reason we can't track it, and many other boring things," he halfheartedly explained.

I wouldn't want to talk about work either if that's the only thing I've done all day long. "I'm sorry you're so busy," I sad genuinely. "But hey, you have me to distract you for a while," I tried to change the subject.

He finished braiding my hair and I turned to look at him. He nodded, "Yes you are quite distracting. Did Felix want us to get any work done?" He pushed his eyebrows together.

I giggled as he pulled me to him by my waist, wrapping his arm around my lower back and pressing gentle kisses to my neck.

I tried not to get hot and bothered, knowing I still have to give Lucifer his file, and I plan on visiting Eugene, Quin, and Theo too. I think all of them deserve a break, even if it's a short one. I don't want to start something I know I can't finish, as much as I might want to.

I tilted my head to the side, feeling his tongue softly graze my ear. I shivered, my stomach clenching.

I pulled away, holding the back of his neck as I kissed him hard on the lips. He moved his lips with mine, his tongue quickly licking my bottom lip. Immediately, I opened my mouth for him.

He moaned as he took my mouth, desperately sucking my tongue and biting my lips. I whimpered, squeezing my legs together, from where I stood on my knees.

Dukes phone rang loudly, making me jump. He rolled his eyes, glaring at it. Of course it would ring right as things get good. Stupid work.

He gave me an apologetic smile, "Sorry baby, break times over," he said regretfully.

At least I got a little sexy time, I'm happy with that. I smiled, "That's ok, the other guys need breaks too," I explained.

He softly put his head back, "Now that I've got you all warmed up, I have to send you off?" He groaned. He sighed and smirked, "Life has been cruel today."

I laughed, "I can always come back," I teased.

He shook his head, "I'll see you at dinner, baby," he softly chuckled, but I heard the strain against his words.

I smiled, grabbing Lucifers folder and walking to his door, "I love you," I waved over my shoulder.

I felt his eyes on me as I left, "I love you," he responded.

I walked down more halls and stood outside of Lucifers room. I knocked before entering, on the off chance he didn't read my mind or hear me coming.

I closed the door behind me, seeing him on the phone, standing by the window. He's wearing dark ripped jeans and a black hoodie, with the hood up.

I slowly made my way over to his bed and sat on the edge, patiently waiting for him to be done.

I tensed at the intensity of the conversation he was having. His voice is always low, badly above a whisper, but he's obviously angry at whoever's on the other end.

His eyes landed on me, taking in in few a few seconds. I noticed is gaze lingering on my thighs, but I didn't get too caught up on it.

He curled his finger at me, beckoning me to him. I stood up and walked up to him. Still on the phone, he wrapped his arm under my booty and lifted me onto his hip.

I blushed, but wrapped my legs and arms around him. The familiar tingles rippling from his body into mine. He paced his room, scolding the person on the other end.

Several minutes passed by as he held me. "Do your fucking job, or I will. If I have to follow up on the missing shipment again, you'll lose much more than your job. Get it done," he threatened almost too calmly, hanging up the phone.

The only light in his dark room is the sliver that came through the closed curtain, making him look sexily scary.

I bit my lip, feeling nervous, "I brought you a file," I announced.

He glanced at the folder, but seemed more interested in me. Good. He walked towards his bed before he dropped me on it, I giggled, bouncing a few times. I never knew he had a water bed. Weird, they don't sleep...

He ran his hands up my thighs, "You look like you need to be fucked with these on," he said lowly.

My words caught in my throat and I could only gasp. I thought they were cute and warm. I blushed, "You like them?" I asked.

"I do." Lucifer touched the bottom of my sweater, "Take this off," he ordered.

My cheeks became hot and I widened my eyes at him, "I-it's cold," I thought of an excuse.

He smirked, "I'll warm you up," he promised. "Now take it off before rip it off of you," he threatened.

I bit my lip, not wanting yet another piece of clothes ruined because they suck at gently taking them off.

I grabbed the bottom of the sweater and pulled it over my head, quickly holding it against my bra covered chest, feeling shy. I looked anywhere but his eyes, not being able to match his intensity.

He hummed a disapproving tone, "Move your hands, kitten."

I hesitated before I placed my sweater to the side. I sucked in a breath, wrapping my arms around my stomach. I feel way too exposed- which is strange because Eugene and Duke have spread my legs while Lucifer watched.

There's something intimidating about being alone with him when I'm wearing only a pink bra and undies, and white thigh high socks. And he's fully dressed.

Lucifer gently grabbed my hands, pulling them away from my body. His eyes hungrily took me in, even half naked, I noticed his gaze lingering on the thigh highs for longer.

My chest was rising and falling rapidly as I watched him. He let go of my hands, and they fell to my sides. He leaned down, his body brushing against mine. His hood shifted, making his face seem more intimidating. His lips trailed against my neck, leaving soft kisses. I whimpered, feeling his hands cup my breath.

"Let's play a game, kitten."