My first foray into the Deckerstar fandom. This little ficlet is for my lovely lucifer secret santa, cuddlewuddlebunny, over on tumblr, so I hope that she likes this one. It's been awesome getting to know you and I hope we can still continue to talk after this. Also, there is a part two coming of the actual date, I promise!

It's months later when she asks him, after their sort of (completely one hundred percent) first date, when he'd tried to make it up to her, and obviously gaining back into her good books.

Things had changed between the two of them, after that. They'd almost settled into something reminiscent of a relationship, though it lacked the physical intimacy after Maze had interrupted their almost kiss, claiming that she needed Lucifer immediately. He'd looked concerned before apologising profusely. She told him not to worry about it, and that she'd see him some other time. He hadn't looked happy, but again, he'd promised to make it up to her. Whatever she wanted.

But she'd seen more of him that night than she'd ever seen before, so she told him not to worry about it.

But it's those words spinning around in her head that causes her to asks him.

"Will you be my date?"

The words spill out, almost accidently, but it's something she's been worrying about for a few weeks, and she avoids his eyes when she hears his fork clatter to the table (it had almost become a new little tradition of theirs to get dinner at least once a week, though it more often than not turned into more than once a week). A moment later her head is pulled up, his finger curled insistently under her chin and directing her eyes to his.

"What was that, detective?" he murmurs, brown eyes searching hers.

Inwardly rolling her eyes at herself, she gulps. Lucifer was interested, very interested in fact, and he'd made that very obvious. Especially lately.

Her eyes narrow.

"You heard me."

She knows he did. Loud and clear.

"I did." He pauses, "To?" His voice trails off in question, and she immediately latches on.

"Trixie has a play at one of the local theatres. It's sort of a huge thing, for her. I mean," she pauses, licking her lips slightly and clearing her throat through a cough, "She was picked out from a few different schools and she's really excited about it. I promised her I'd be there, and there's a plus one option..." she trails off slightly, as her eyes meet his, a question in them.

He smiles briefly at the mention of Trixie, though it's overclouded by his expression, the face he always makes whenever her daughter is mentioned that she can't quite place. Honestly, if it was anyone else she'd label it as fear.

"Oh," he frowns slightly, and he takes longer to catch on for someone who is as smooth as he usually is. It's actually kind of adorable. "Oh."

She laughs at that, a quiet sound that vibrates through to him, as closely pressed together as they are.

Lucifer coughs and shifts back slightly on his heels.

"And Detective Douche is overwise occupied, I take it?" he murmurs quietly, his usually too bright eyes flickering away from hers.

This time, Chloe frowns, her head cocking to the side slightly, but his eyes are unreadable, his head bowed.

"No," she tells him slowly. "Well, yes-" she stutters, and when was the last time she was this nervous around a man? Probably a crush in high school. "I mean, he's going with his girlfriend, that he's been seeing for several weeks. Not that we'd be going together if he wasn't seeing her, I mean. Me and Dan, that's over. There isn't anything there anymore. Besides Trixie, obviously. We both just want what is best for her."

She knows she's rambling now so she cuts herself off slightly, her lips pressing firmly together, her fingers curling around themselves, and her fingernails digging harshly into her palms.

His eyebrows are still slightly furrowed, however.

"And you require a date?"

"A plus one," she corrects automatically before wincing, and she mutters a barely audible, "Yes," and then, "If you're free that is. I know you've been busy, trying to sort Lux out and everything. Honestly, no hard feelings if you can't make it. I can go alone."

He seems to react at the implication that he's her choice, though she's not sure she's made that exactly clear and her mouth parts to speak when his smile soon turns brilliant, at what she's not sure, his face beaming.

"I doubt there's a thing on this Earth I wouldn't miss to be your date instead, Chloe," Lucifer says softly, with that genuine tone of his she's only heard a handful of times, and then, "and I would like nothing more than to accompany you."

Then she's sure her smile matches his, as she meets Lucifer's eyes.

They've come far enough that she can admit how easy it would be to lean into him, let her lips tangle with his, and let her hands slide into his hair. To let him pull her closer, and take her upstairs. They've also come far enough that she admit she wants more from him. So she settles for grasping his hand in hers, her fingers curling around his for a brief moment, as she hopes he understands her sincerity before she lets go with a last, gentle squeeze.

"Great."

She stands, and he does too, mirroring her stance as she pops a hand on her hip, his own arms resting loosely by his sides.

He's still smiling, as she dusts down her jeans.

"So, when can I look forward to be greeted with your presence as my date, detective?" he asks, his voice purposefully sweet, with just a hint of that seductive tone she knows he uses to get his way lacing his tone.

Chloe rolls her eyes at his dramatics before she answers.

"Friday," she tells him.

"Grand," he murmurs in response, and he takes a step forward, purposefully stepping into her own, personal space, and his eyelashes cradle his cheeks as he looks down, "I do look forward to our second date."

She opens her mouth to correct him, and honestly, at this point, it's more of a habit than anything, before she realises that he's sort of right. In fact, she's quite sure that if he counted all of their little dinners as dates (as she had been doing so inside her own, private thoughts), that they would add up quite quickly. She closes her mouth, hoping he doesn't notice her hesitation but even if he does, he doesn't comment (but who is she kidding, of course he did; it was Lucifer).

"Nonetheless," he smiles that cheeky grin of his, "Will I see you before then?"

"There's a case to continue tomorrow," she says. "Perhaps a fresh pair of eyes wouldn't be the worst thing in the world?" She phrases it as a question, but she knows he'll be there.

"Of course, detective." Another pause. "Shall I pick you up on Friday?"

She allows him that, "If you'd like. The play starts at seven."

His grin widens, if possible.

"Excellent."

It feels as though he steps forward again, his chest pressing against hers, and her breathing hitches in her throat, eyeing him wearily, as she gulps loudly. She's sure her pulse is racing, too. The way she was reacting to him was getting rather ridiculous and inconvenient. If the look he sends her way is any indication, she'd think he could hear her heart rate picking up.

She feels his fingertips grazing hers before she sees him pick her hand up, his fingers curling around her wrist, and bringing her knuckles up to his face. He lays a single, lingering kiss there that should not cause as much of a reaction in her than it did, but it does, and she's sure her breathing stutters slightly.

"I shall see you in the morning, Chloe."

(Yeah, the heat between the two of them is definitely growing with each moment, if the urge she has to throw him down onto the couch behind him should be a sign at all.)

"Night," she mutters back.

She walks down the stairs of his club on shaky legs, her hand reaching for the door immediately, ignoring the amused chuckle he lets out behind her and yepp, he definitely knew the effect he had on her. Probably knew it all along, too. Before she even realised what it was.

Or maybe she just really needed to get laid. It had been a while, and who knew what would happen on Friday.

She was trying to make an effort with him lately, after a talk with Maze in which she told Chloe she was very firmly on "Team Deckerstar", whatever the hell that meant, and she knew she liked him. She knew he liked her too, he's made that obvious. Extremely obvious.

Maybe they could go out for drinks after Trixie's play.

(It was Dan's weekend to have her after all...)