[He hadn't started doing it consciously. Not really. It had started with just bringing an extra shirt or sweater when he knew she was coming over, or a change of clothes and her shampoo. She hadn't said anything when he'd pointed at the shirt or supplies, and he'd taken that, in his Lucifer way, as a sort of permission.
Then it had become a bit of a game. What could he manage to bring over without her noticing? When would she notice? Would she say anything? So far, he'd managed to get most of her toiletries, over half of her clothes, and all of her lingerie into a second dresser he'd just moved in one day, setting it up counter to his. He'd even shifted things in his closet, a few dresses and a jacket hanging in there looking a little forlorn in all the space he'd made for her. One pair of boots (those lovely long ones) and a couple pairs of heels looked almost lonely compared to his army of dress shoes and loafers. He'd recently added a pair of slippers to her side. Big fluffy ones with rabbit ears that he'd found hilarious.
She'd gone to work and a few hours after she'd left, he'd gone to her shared room and taken another satchel full of her things, though there were less and less to choose from. In fact, all he'd left for her in her room was a single change of clothes and a hair tie. And still, she hadn't said anything. All the more reason for him to think that she was okay with it. Clearly she would have spoken up by now if she wasn't, wouldn't she?]
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Then it had become a bit of a game. What could he manage to bring over without her noticing? When would she notice? Would she say anything? So far, he'd managed to get most of her toiletries, over half of her clothes, and all of her lingerie into a second dresser he'd just moved in one day, setting it up counter to his. He'd even shifted things in his closet, a few dresses and a jacket hanging in there looking a little forlorn in all the space he'd made for her. One pair of boots (those lovely long ones) and a couple pairs of heels looked almost lonely compared to his army of dress shoes and loafers. He'd recently added a pair of slippers to her side. Big fluffy ones with rabbit ears that he'd found hilarious.
She'd gone to work and a few hours after she'd left, he'd gone to her shared room and taken another satchel full of her things, though there were less and less to choose from. In fact, all he'd left for her in her room was a single change of clothes and a hair tie. And still, she hadn't said anything. All the more reason for him to think that she was okay with it. Clearly she would have spoken up by now if she wasn't, wouldn't she?]