He smiles at me before leaning in for another love filled kiss. Love. He loves me. Satan loves me. He bites my lip and pulls away to say, "Next time you call me that there's gonna be concequences, but I think I'll let you off easy this time." And then he's back to kissing. And I'm kissing back! He loves me. He loves me. He loves me. I keep repeating in my head like a mantra. And then all of a sudden, my mind is chanting, I love him too, I love him too!

This time its me who breaks the kiss. He looks at me confused as to why I pulled away. "I love you, Lucifer." He goes silent. I expected him to laugh at me or tell me this was all some joke or something like that. I didn't expect him to say, "I love you too, Sammy."

I don't sat anything about the nickname, I just kiss him softly...Or at least it started out that way. I have him pinned to the seat kissing him passionately. Suddenly, I'm the one who's pinned to the seat. Lucifer leans back to look at me. He smirks and says, "Don't worry, Love. Just lean back, relax, and let me make you feel good." He snaps his fingers and our clothes disappear.