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Summary: Az and Lillith know there must be magic in Chocolate but the only way to know for sure is to ask their favorite human.

Rosie forgot all lessons on gracefulness and femininity her mother had pushed on her when she walked into her room, three hours past her normal nightly routine. She decided she would find a way to break her contract with Lucy. He kept her up far too late, far too often. Slipping the too high bright red heals from her sore soles Rosie let herself flop onto the bed with a grateful sigh.

After a few minute debate she reached behind herself to unzip the uncomfortably tight dress and slip out of it but didn’t bother to find her night gown as she slid between the cool sheets. Sighing Rosie closed her eyes.

A bright light at the foot of her bed forced Rosie to open one eye to glare at the bright vortex. Tall, dark, and mischievous stepped out.

Clawed fingers grasped the edge of her blankets and ripped the covers away. A grin with too many pointed teeth crossed his face.

“No. NO!” Rosie said with wide eyes trying to scoot as far away from the reaching hands as possible.

“Oh yes.” Azazel said crawling onto the bed. His hand curled around one ankle when she kicked her foot out at him. “You’re gonna help me win a bet, Doll”

Rossie screamed as Azazel pulled her towards him. She hammered her fists against his back when he rolled to his feet, draping her over his shoulder. She nearly kicked him in the face when his finger slid under the elastic of her panties and snapped them against her skin with a chuckle.

When the portal closed behind them Rosie slumped in his grasp with defeat. “I hate you.”

He laughed and kept walking. When they entered a room that smelled too much of incense he flipped her over and she bounced on a bed decorated in soft purples.

A horned woman with long nails threading through her hair lounged on the bed. “You retrieved her.”

Azazel snorted, insulted that there could be any doubt he would be while he rummaged through a bag on the dresser. Her voice sent a shiver through Rosie’s body, and she blushed.

“You’re so cute when you blush.” Painted purple claws traced Rosie’s jaw.

“And you’re always naked to make me do it.” Rosie tried to sound indignant but Lilith’s grin told her she had failed, badly. “Az said something about a bet?”

“We could all have fun first. You’re nearly dressed for it.” Lilith grinned more at the human’s bright blush while her own nails traced bare skin.

“NO!” Azazel hopped onto the bed, his legs curling under him making both women bounce. “After the bet.”

Rosie blushed more at the way his eyes lingered. He held out a chocolate bar to her.

“Okaaaay?” Rosie tried to hide her confusion under the hopeful stares of the two demons.

“It’s got magical properties of some kind right?” Azazel said with hopeful eyes. “Sexual ones judging by the people in your magic box with the buttons.”

Rosie closed her eyes. “You dragged me across dimensions to ask me if chocolate is magical because of a commercial?”

“I told him it is not magic in itself. The sex makes the magic.” Lilith smirked at her partner who stuck his forked tongue out at her.

“I hate you both so much right now.” Rosie threw the chocolate at them and stood up. “Take me home. Now.”