Mary wished she'd been more surprised at how natural kissing Lucifer felt, but it did and she couldn't deny that. She was stroking his cheek, marveling at how soft the skin was. It was almost like he didn't even need to shave; there was no detectable stubble at all. She'd been about to contrast that with Thor's permanent five o'clock shadow, but her brain stopped her from thinking about the one who'd left and made her focus on the one who was omnipresent.
With a shrug of her shoulders she helped him remove her shirt, insistent fingers tugging at the hem of his own. Maybe she'd always wanted Lucifer this way and just hadn't been able to own up to it. Her lips moved from his to find his ear, nibbling gently at the lobe while trying to get his shirt over his head. Unable to do both at the same time, she settled for removing his shirt.