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Chloe's POV

Chloe closed Trixie's door, sighing as she leaned against it. It had taken hours to get her down, as she had insisted on being read Where The Wild Things Are eleven times. Chloe looked forward to nothing more than a nice, relaxing bath and a glass of red wine. She grabbed a glass from the cabinet, pouring herself a generous amount before heading upstairs, more than ready to unwind for the evening. But as she ran the water she couldn't stop her mind from wandering. She felt her cheeks flush as she thought of the dream she had had only two nights before in which she and Lucifer had almost— She reached for the glass of wine. What was it about her partner that had her so unraveled? Chloe had never been one to get strung up on a man, even if he was ridiculously handsome, but there was just something about Lucifer that she couldn't put her finger on. Even while he constantly annoyed her, complicating things more than they ever need be, she enjoyed working with him, and those fitted suits he constantly wore certainly weren't helping. She turned off the faucet, hoping the water would help take her mind off of things, Lucifer or otherwise. Just as she settled into the tub Chloe heard her phone ring. Great. She picked it up, somewhat irritated as she put the phone to her ear.

"Decker."

"Detective! Have I caught you at a bad time?" Lucifer. Fantastic. She sighed,

"No, I just put Trixie down. What is it, Lucifer?"

"Ah, good. I had some insights about our recently departed that I think you'd be interested in hearing." She thought of simply telling him the truth and getting back to her bath, but she knew any implication of her current state would bring an onslaught of lewd jokes and innuendos. So instead, she simply listened as he talked, occasionally sipping her wine as he droned on about his new findings, but the longer he went on the less she could help from thinking back to that damn dream. Even as she desperately tried to think of something else, the wallpaper of the bathroom, the tile on the floor, she couldn't keep her mind from wandering. God, why did she have to be thinking of this now with him on the phone? She wondered what he would do to her if he were here. Would he bend her over the kitchen table and take her from behind? Or maybe hard and rough against the wall? Would he be sweet and gentle or unrestrained? She didn't doubt he had the capacity for both. His voice washed over her like silk and honey as she relaxed further into the tub. Maybe the wine was affecting her more than she thought, as her hand slipped up to cup her breast. Instead of talking murder weapons and crime scenes she imagined him whispering sweet nothings in her ear as they—

"Detective?" Chloe broke out of her reverie, her eyes snapping open. What's wrong with you, Chloe?! Your partner is talking about a homicide case and all you can think about is him getting in your pants. Pull it together!

"Sorry, what was that?" Despite her best efforts, Chloe couldn't hide the shakiness in her voice.

"You haven't listened to a word I've said, have you, Detective?"

"I'm sorry, Lucifer. Something came up. Can we run over this tomorrow?"

"Sounds lovely." He paused, "I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Yes, tomorrow. Goodnight, Lucifer."

"Goodnight, Detective." Chloe took the phone from her ear, placing it on the vanity before running her hand through her hair. What was he doing to her? Her mind was overrun with the thought of him, but at that moment she somehow didn't care as she imagined his hands on her, his lips, his tongue. She moaned softly as her hand finally snaked between her legs, imagining it was Lucifer's instead. She could feel him part her lips, his thumb rubbing her swollen clit.

Lucifer's POV

"Goodnight, Detective." Lucifer sighed, setting his phone on the piano before raising a glass of scotch to his lips. He took a sip, fingering the ivory keys of the instrument with his other hand when he heard what sounded like a moan. He frowned, taking a moment to pinpoint the noise before realizing it had come from his phone. Chloe. It took a few more moments for the gears to stop turning in his head before he realized the sound had come from her. Guilt took hold of him as he contemplated ending the call. It would be a rash betrayal of his partner's trust not to, but he couldn't stop his own desire from taking hold as he heard her let out a breathy gasp. He shut his eyes, feeling his pants grow tighter as he imagined her hands sweeping down her naked stomach, across her breasts.

Chloe's POV

Chloe's eyes were closed tightly as she imagined Lucifer's hand finding her entrance, pushing one of his dexterous fingers inside of her. She imagined his lips kissing her neck before trailing down to her breasts, taking a single pink bud into his mouth. She gasped as she moved her fingers inside herself, her other hand roughly pinching her nipple. Chloe was so close. She could almost imagine how he would feel inside of her, wonderfully warm and hard, sweat clinging to both of their skin as her nails dug into his back. She could imagine his lips against hers, rough and unyielding, as she begged him to make her come.

Lucifer's POV

With each moan from Chloe's lips, Lucifer felt himself getting more and more lost as he imagined himself around her, inside her, completely engulfed by her. He imagined how beautiful she would look, her skin flushed, and her hair wild and untamed. He imagined her around him, so soft, warm, and wet. He longed more than anything to be causing the sounds escaping her lips instead of simply hearing them, but he couldn't stop the gnawing guilt he felt the longer and longer the call went on. His ears were ringing when he finally opened his eyes. He swallowed thickly, ready to finally end the bloody call when he heard something that sent him reeling.

"Lucifer." It was only one word, but he felt every ounce of blood left in him shoot straight to his groin. She was thinking about him. And that realization alone made him the happiest man alive. She was there now touching herself because of him. Chloe. His Chloe.

Chloe's POV

"Lucifer—" Chloe moaned, her body going limp as she came. Her legs trembled as she gripped the edge of the tub, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to regain her breath. God, she thought. How can I face him now tomorrow? She knew that if he ever found out about this she would never be able to live it down… What he doesn't know won't hurt him.