To Affinity and Beyond
With little to no possibility of getting in the good detective's pants any time soon, Lucifer has to settle for her company. It's not terrible, if sometimes boring, but it will do in a pinch. She's gorgeous, strong, witty and she always smells like fresh citrus, which until right this moment, he hadn't really thought of and that's a bit…odd. Isn't it?
Her hair is luxurious, if he does say so himself. All golden, or no actually, it's the color of pale daylight on a bright winter morning. She's an intoxicating blend of femininity and strength that captivates, well, everyone. Lucifer has seen the way Detective Douche looks at her and behind Maze's disdain hides genuine curiosity, maybe even envy, when Chloe Decker walks into the room. Even her name does something to him, so much so that he refuses to say it aloud. Lucifer is half afraid that it will have some uncontrollable power over him and he will be taken in by the sound of hit falling from his lips. He keeps his distance - physically and verbally - except in places where he feels confident that they'll remain disgustingly chaste.
He finds, as time goes on, that he doesn't mind nearly as much when she shows up unannounced or even when she ignores him completely. She's unapologetic in all that she does and he can appreciate that approach to life. That and the fact that he's caught an eyeful of her naked more than once and she doesn't even bat an eye when he brings it up over coffee - well, her's is coffee, his is almost entirely scotch but that's neither here not there but it ruffles his nonexistent feathers in the best possible way. It flutters in the pit of his stomach and, oh my.
Lucifer is beginning to realize he just might have a problem.
Author's Note: I don't even like Toy Story that much but there was something catchy about subbing out the title worlds. I'm having a blast writing this fics and if you're old enough, some parts of this series will be on AO3. Stay tuned!