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Luc is leaning in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen, phone to his ear. He's speaking softly and trying to guage how far out Az is. He's arranged dinner on the table and artfully hidden the boxes dinner arrived in in the trash. Wine's been poured - red to go nicely with the steak and vegetables - and the lights are down, candles on the table. It's all quite nice and more trouble than he'd normally go to, but he didn't actually cook, so he took a few extra steps.
He speaks into the phone again, "I'm hard and naked, sitting here at the table, waiting for you. I'm touching myself and not pretending it's you, because I'm mad at you for being late... dinner's getting cold."
[ooc: Though the above is pretty typical for Lucifer, the thread, in and of itself, will probably not venture far from that - NC-17 about 98% of the way. You have now officially been informed of the thread rating - carry on at your own risk.]
He speaks into the phone again, "I'm hard and naked, sitting here at the table, waiting for you. I'm touching myself and not pretending it's you, because I'm mad at you for being late... dinner's getting cold."
[ooc: Though the above is pretty typical for Lucifer, the thread, in and of itself, will probably not venture far from that - NC-17 about 98% of the way. You have now officially been informed of the thread rating - carry on at your own risk.]