SUMIRE
Sumire bolted up and realized that she was on the bed and not in the bathroom anymore. Did she pass out? The last thing she remembers is Lucifer kissing her. She glanced down and realized that she was still naked, cheeks colouring she brought the blanket to cover her bare frame. She looked around for any article of clothing, only to spot Lucifer on the chair beside the bed staring at her.
"Hi." Sumire said awkwardly.
Lucifer smirked. "Hello wife."
"Do you feel better?" Sumire asked as she looked him up and down.
Unlike earlier, there were no more traces of blood on Lucifer's body. He changed out of his dirty clothes and wore a plain black collared shirt and trousers. His usual black cloak was missing. This must be one of the rare times she has seen him without that cloak, he even wears that thing to bed.
Lucifer nods and cups her face. "How about you my wife?"
"Mmm, I'm a bit tired." Sumire admitted.