Words I Haven't Said

Word Count: 985

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar Reader

Warnings: fluff, mild angst, a very tiny bit of it

A/N: request from anonymous

Summary: You'd never spoken to him, not really, no more than a few words at a time. Yet he was captivated by you, determined to hear anything more than your usual short greeting.

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There you were, walking about the lab, helping Ella with the newest case. Your sole focus on the work in front of you, and here he was staring, watching how you would lightly bite your lip when you got lost in thought. It was almost irritating how consumed his thoughts had become with you.

"Why don't you just go talk to her?"

Lucifer tore his eyes away from you,  turning to look at Chloe.

"Talking to her is the problem Detective." Lucifer sighed.

Chloe looked at him, confused for a moment.

"What? You have no problem talking, it's your favorite thing to do." Chloe teased.

Lucifer gave her a dry look, suppressing a smile.

"It's not me that has the problem Detective, I've known Y/N for months now, and she's barely said a full sentence to me. In fact, I believe the longest thing she's said to me was asking my how my day was." Lucifer muttered.

His gaze fell back on you and he sighed a little.

"Don't take it personally, she's not much of a talker." Chloe tried to explain.

Lucifer didn't seem any less upset about the situation.

"Spare me the sympathy Detective, I know she's more keen on talking to you and Daniel far more than she is me."

Chloe watched him walk away, heading towards the snack machines. She saw you watching him for a moment, before focusing back on your work with Ella.

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A small bag of your favorite snack was placed on the desk in front of you, tearing your attention away from the mess of papers. You looked up at the person who had given you the delicious treat.

"You've missed your lunch break again, I thought you might be getting peckish my dear." He said.

You smiled gratefully, opening the bag.

"Have you found anything useful yet? A possible break in the case perhaps?"

"No."

That had always been the dynamic between the two of you. He would ask you questions, talk with you, tell you stories of his time on earth. However, your answers were short, barely more than three or four words at time. Lucifer watched you munch away on the food he had given you, before asking a question he wasn't sure he'd even get an answer to.

"You're here an awful lot darling, I would assume that hardly leaves you any time to get a proper meal."

You were now looking at him, silently waiting for him to continue.

"Would you like to go to lunch with me?"

He wasn't sure if he was expecting you to refuse or accept his invitation, but he still stood there almost apprehensively, as if he regretted even asking. But then you smiled, that kind smile you only gave him and you nodded, instantly calming his nerves.

"Wonderful, shall we?"

He led you from the building, and to a small cafe not far from work. One of your favorite places actually, it was quiet, out of the way, and the food was good. The two of you sat by the window, near the flowers that hung from baskets. You listened to him talk about anything and everything, captivated by the words coming from his mouth.

He fell silent after a while though, his food untouched and drink growing cold. Something seemed to be bothering him, but you didn't have to wait long to find out exactly what it was.

"Have I done something to offend you?"

Now you were confused, lost on why he would ask you that.

"Of course not."

"Then perhaps you just don't like me, or is it that I make you uncomfortable?"

Your confusion was growing and so were the questions he had begun to ask. Questions you didn't understand he would ask.

"No, Lucifer what's this about?"

He rested a hand over his cup, as if he was about to take a drink from the now cold beverage.

"I've been trying very hard to get to know you darling. I like you, probably a lot more than I should, considering just how very little we actually talk."

You couldn't keep the shock from showing on your face, this wasn't at all how you had expected this to go.

"You do?"

You tried not to sound to happy about this new information. Lucifer didn't seem to notice the sudden happiness you had.

"Yes, very much so, and I'm sorry if you don't feel the same or if-"

"I do."

Two simple words, no more words than you normally said to him. But this time they meant more, they more.

"I don't understand."

It was his turn to be confused, your turn to fill in the blanks.

"I like you Lucifer, very, very much, my silence isn't some subtle way of rejecting you. I'm quiet around you because I love to hear you talk."

"You do?"

You laughed at the irony of his response, and reached across the table to grab his hand in yours.

"Of course! How could I not? The stories you tell, the jokes you make, I love them, love when you tell them. I never want to interrupt you, so I don't talk much when you're around." You shrugged.

Lucifer was quiet for a moment, seemingly thinking over all you had said in his mind. He smiled after a while, sitting back but keeping a hold of your hand.

"Have I told you about Mazikeen yet? Oh you would love her my dear, the finest torturer in hell. But don't let that fool you, she's got a soft side if you know how to find it..."

He watched your eyes light up, sitting forward a little to pay better attention. Lucifer smiled as he continued to talk, watching the excitement in your eyes, and the smile on your lips. Even if you didn't talk much to him, you still listened, your expressions telling him all he needed to know.