*Your P.O.V.*

While they were talking you scanned the room a few times before settling your eyes on the ground in front of you. You heard their mumbling come to a stop and footsteps into the elevator. You could only assume Amenadiel had left when Lucifer turned to you.

"Why don't you go shower and I'll have some clothes for you when you get out?" He said with a small smile.

You wanted to ask him something and opened your mouth too, but words quickly leapt away from you.

"There are towels in your bathroom as well as soap," He said clearly asking you to go.

You gave a small nod and headed into the guest room and the bathroom you had yet to see. It was very clean.

The bathroom had a common theme with the rest of the house. The floor tile was dark grey and so were the shower walls. The countertop was black with a dark grey wood cabinet.

You turned the handle to the shower and the sound of water hitting tile quickly filled the room.

You didn't wait for the water to steam. Showers were rarely allowed and you didn't care if the water was cold. To your surprise, the water was already warm. You let the water run down your back, enjoying the unfamiliar warmth. You grabbed the (lavender, strawberry, etc.) soap and pumped some onto your hands before lathering it up. You ran soapy hands over your body, putting little to no pressure on bruised areas. Rinsing yourself, you poured some of the shampoo into your hand and lathered it thoroughly through your hair. Your hair felt dry under the shampoo. It proved to be when rinsing the soap out some strands drained with it. You realized that you had become a bit infatuated with the draining and was probably wasting time. You hurriedly conditioned and rinsed your hair before stepping out and drying off. You unlocked the door and peered out, to notice a pile of clothes on the bed with a sticky note on top. You picked up the note before examining the clothes below it.

"clothes are for you. Mazikeen brought them. Said they were too small and thought they would fit you better." It read.

"That's funny," you thought "Mazikeen only got a glimpse of me"

You quickly brushed off the thought and unfolded the clothes. You didn't know your size, but these seemed oddly close to the clothes you had previously worn. They were fairly plain. A dark blue pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. Although the shirt seemed a bit short and proportional. The shoulder length didn't match with the length of the shirt, but the jeans made up for it. Slipping on the clothes, they fit perfectly. The shirt only reaching mid-abdomen, but still covering. The jeans were high-waisted and met above the end of the shirt, giving you room to move your arms without showing skin. Your only issue was that you didn't have your jacket. You usually took it everywhere with you, but rushing out of the house yesterday didn't allow you time to grab it. You looked around for something to cover your arms with but found nothing. I guess I have to deal with the shocked/pitiful looks I'm about to get. You held your arms across your chest trying to show as little of them as possible as you walked out of the room and into the large penthouse. Lucifer was seated on the couch, swirling a glass of amber liquid. Fear immediately shot through you as you recognized what it was and took a step back only to hit a table.

*Third person P.O.V.*

"Oh, you didn't take very long," Lucifer observed as he placed his glass down as turned with a small smirk.

His face immediately fell when he saw the fear in her eyes.

"Oh dear, what's-" He was cut off when he caught a glimpse of her arms that were now being held in front of her, ready to shield.  

A/N,

I'm sorry for the late update I promise I'm not giving up yet. I've just been procrastinating everything for a while. I'm sure next week's update will be on time. Hope your having a wonderful day/evening/night.

Kigha~