Devilla
"Are you sure this is what you truly desire?" I questioned Lucy, unable to conceal my nervousness as I toed the ground of our tent's floor. "It's... I mean... it's a bit soon, don't you think? We've just barely begun dating..."
"I mean, we don't have to if you don't want to!" Lucy promised. There was no anger, frustration, or even a hint of manipulation in her voice - she truly meant what she said. Yet I could see the hunger in her eyes. Just because she wouldn't force me to take this step, didn't mean she held no desire for it on her end.
"It's... not as if I'm
entirely
opposed to the idea," I confessed, my cheeks bright red. "It's simply... well, it's... it's my first time! Outside of sex, at least."
"Then we can wait!" Lucy declared. "I don't want you to make you do anything you're uncomfortable with."
I nodded slowly, appreciating her understanding. Yet, for all that my head moved, my eyes stayed locked upon Lucy's lips. My
girlfriend's
lips... Was I truly not ready, I wondered? Or was I simply scared? Maybe I could push myself to-
"Don't worry about it, Eena," Lucy said, her voice firm. "I don't want you to do this because you feel pressured! There's no way it would taste as sweet if you weren't willing."
I nodded again, a tension I'd been unaware of dissipating from my being. It wasn't as if I didn't
want
to kiss her. In fact, the way she respected my boundaries only made me wish to kiss her more. Still, it was nerve wracking to declare my feelings for her in such a way. For demons sex was casual, little more than a pleasurable activity - I could literally name boardgames that felt like more of a commitment - but kisses? Kisses were
romantic.
They were declarations of love and affection. I... the mere thought of messing it up frightened me, almost as much as confessing my identity once did.
"Why don't we talk about something else?" Lucy suggested. "Like your upcoming meeting with General Sallina and the others!"
I grimaced, my mood instantly shifting from romantic to reluctant. "You're still intent upon coming along, I take it?"
"You're the one who suggested making peace between demons and humans with my help," Lucy pointed out. "And the meeting is all about trying to figure that out, right?"
"It'll be dangerous," I warned her. "I've gotten Abigail on board, and I think Chloe and Nivera have more or less come around to it, but I still haven't told Sallina about you. If she reacts violently to your presence-"
"Then you'll be there to protect me!" Lucy interrupted. "Though it's not like I can't handle myself! I might not be as strong as you, but I
am
strong - and I feel like I'm getting even stronger, lately!"
"Strong you might be, but Sallina's the General of the
seventieth
floor. She's..." I paused.
Was
she actually stronger than the Generals of lower floors? She certainly was in the game, but it wasn't like I'd picked my Generals in ascending levels of strength. At least not purposefully... In fact, my little scuffle with Mifa was the closest I'd come to seeing any of them fight. "Well, she's strong," I finished lamely, unable to properly quantify her level of power. "And she might hurt you before I can react."
"You can just heal me, then!" Lucy declared. "And it's not like I'm unwilling to go into danger, you know? I'm the Heroine! It's my job to take on things others can't!"
"I know," I admitted. "I just... don't want you to be hurt. I don't want
either
you or her to get hurt, if I can avoid it..."
"We can't make peace without some risks!" Lucy declared. "I mean, we're trying to end two thousand years of warring! How can we ask your people to trust me with that if I won't even show my face?"
"...Fine," I conceded, sighing. "But you're going under a disguise."
"But-"
I held up a hand to forestall her complaint. "I'll still introduce you properly," I promised her. "But I don't want any random maids noticing a human in the tower, whether they realize you're the Heroine or not."
Lucy nodded, albeit with obvious reluctance and a slight pout upon her lips. It faded quickly, however, as she moved towards me and wrapped me in her arms. "I can't wait to meet your friends and family!"
"That makes one of us," I muttered in return, shaking my head even as my arms made their way around her form. "How is it that you're literally walking into enemy territory
and
being introduced to the closest thing your girlfriend has to family, and yet
I'm
the one who's nervous?"
"Because I believe in you more than you believe in yourself," Lucy declared with a smile. "That's okay, though! We can work on your self-confidence issues together!"
"Hah... You're not wrong," I confessed, running a hand through my hair. "I just... After what happened with the cockatrice I suppose I'm a little extra wary that things might go wrong..."
"I told you that I don't blame you for that," Lucy reminded me, frowning.
"But if I'd been willing to trust you with everything - if I'd told you everything from the beginning, then-"
"We'd still be in the exact same spot!" Lucy interrupted. "If we were lucky, anyway! I mean, if you'd told me too soon, there's actually a chance I wouldn't have believed in you... but as things stand, everything worked out ok! You depetrified me, shared your story, and we worked through everything together!"
"The end results are good," I conceded, "but that doesn't change the fact that the road was wrong. You could have been permanently maimed or killed due to my negligence. Due to my fear."
"Would it help if I forgave you?" Lucy asked. "Not that I think you need forgiveness, but..."