Greetings, Deckerstars! Thought I'd add more to the fandom awesomeness with another Lucifer/Chloe story! I ship these two so hard after watching the first season and reading other fanfiction stories. They belong together like chocolate and strawberries! I'm hoping that they will get together in the upcoming second season, but Luci-boy over there might have his hands full trying to get his Mother back to Hell. Enjoy the story and as always, reviews brighten my day and flames can stay the hell away. (Side Note: This one-shot story is inspired by agrove's story "Devil Inside" but with an angsty twist at the end cause a little angst is always good. I have also published this on my writing blog starring my OC, Asanashia Renoir. Those who don't know her can check out the Pride and Prejudice fanfic "The Musician and The Millionaire" by Waiting in the Wings). On with the story!
"Take me back, please." He begged, his voice husky and desperate. "Why should I? You're just going to hurt me again! I'm just a toy that you got bored with!" Chloe shouted, allowing her anger to control her. She thought that he wouldn't hurt her. He had given her his word. "My word is my bond." He had said. That doesn't seem to be the case now. "I told you who I was from the beginning! You're the one choosing not to believe it!" Her soon to be ex-boyfriend and partner said, shouting as well. "It doesn't matter what I think. I never want to see you or work with you again. Ever. We're through!" The detective said firmly.
Lucifer soaked in Chloe's words as they cut him like a thousand knives. His fall from Heaven was nothing compared to this very moment. He then walked over to her in quick, long strides and smashed his lips on hers in an angry lip-lock. Chloe wanted to push him away, but the rage that had consumed her soon melted away to desire. She returned Lucifer's kiss as they fought for dominance. Clothes were shifted and wrinkled, but neither cared. Lucifer pushed Chloe backward toward the bedroom and onto the bed. "Get on all fours." He ordered, his voice thick with desire.
Chloe, her mind clouded with pleasure, did as she was told, her heart racing with anticipation. The King of Hell then pulled off Chloe's pants, along with her cotton panties and entered her in one quick thrust. He then pounded into her hard and fast, eliciting loud moans from the beautiful woman beneath him. Chloe loved rough sex, but she never had it this way before. Usually, she was the one in control and not the other way around. Then again, she is having hot, angry sex with the Devil himself.
After they had come down from their cloud of ecstasy, Lucifer placed a feather-light kiss on Chloe's left shoulder, a large contrast to what had just occurred. "I love you, Chloe Decker. I always have and I always will. Please don't ever forget that." Lucifer whispered as he slid out of her and proceeded to put his pants back on. The homicide detective said nothing as she laid motionless on the bed, her heart torn in two. Chloe wanted to stop him, to tell him that she loved him too and will take him back, but the heartbreak was too much for her to bear. She waited until Lucifer had left and cried herself to sleep. They say that a broken relationship is like spilled water, never to be recollected again.
End.