Authors note: These five ficlets were written in December 2018 and most were previously published on Tumblr. Enjoy!

If you like my writing, I have additional stories on AO3 under the same user name (HiroMyStory) that aren't cross-posted here due to Mature content.

Summary: Chloe has a plan to make amends.

No Eggsplanations Needed

Chloe had visited Lucifer's penthouse at least half-a-dozen times before she learned it even had a kitchen. Off a little hallway tucked past the library. Later, she'd pawed through it, marveling at this or that exotic ingredient, when she and Linda had crashed the place on her 36th birthday. She hadn't given it much thought since.

Today, though, it was where she was headed.

Chloe knew she had screwed up. Yes, she'd needed time to get her head together. But…she'd taken a lot. Fallen into an atypical avoidance.

He had done as she asked and 'given her space.'

Not once had she given him a heads-up about where she was with it all. Even after she was fairly sure she would be alright. It had taken Ella's recounting a run-in with Lucifer—and all the transparently-oblique ways he'd asked after Chloe—to take Chloe out of her own head. She'd spent a sleepless night thinking about how all this time looked from his perspective.

Yeah, she'd definitely screwed up.

So she hefted her bags and took the fire stairs—rather than the elevator—up to the penthouse. She'd come prepared to bump the lock if she needed. But, Lucifer being Lucifer, the door was open. Of course.

She tiptoed from the stairs into the kitchen. Luckily, they were both tucked to one end of the penthouse, far from the bedroom.

She wasn't sure how well-stocked his kitchen would be on any given day, so she'd brought everything she needed, truffle oil and all. As silently as possible, she unloaded her bags and found the pans and knives and cutting boards.

Pretty soon the smell of cooking eggs and bacon wafted through the air.

She'd just rolled out the omelet, when a sharply-drawn breath had her turning. There he was in a silk robe with sleep-mussed hair. He was…just himself. Chloe smiled.

"Detective…" he breathed out. "What's all this?"

"I made you breakfast."

"I see that, but…"

Oh, the guarded uncertainty written on his face. The dam broke.

"Lucifer, I'm so sorry I took so long. I-I know you, know who you are." She took a step closer to him, raising her hand. She was afraid he would back away, skittish. When he didn't, she laid the hand over his heart. "I'm sorry I lost track of that for a moment."

"Does that mean…?" He seemed so confused. "What does that mean?"

"It means: I want my partner back. And I hope he wants his back, too."

"I was afraid," he admitted quietly. "I was afraid we were…over."

"I-I know. I didn't mean that. It's just each day that went by it seemed harder and harder, and I…I guess I was scared. Not of you," she rushed to add, "but just of…how things might, I guess, be different. I…yeah."

She waited for him to say something. To her great relief, a big smile broke across his face.

"Darling, no eggsplanations necessary."

It wasn't really true. Still, she said, "Cheeseball."

He put his hand to his chest in feigned offense. "Moi?"

But he apparently wasn't able to maintain his mock-serious face, and pretty quickly they were both grinning like idiots. They were going to be okay, Chloe decided.

Then he smirked with a familiar twinkle in his eyes.

"Is this the part where I drop my robe in surprise?" he asked, teasingly reaching for the silk belt.

She stopped his hand and gave his shoulder a playful shove, ignoring the flash of temptation. She shook her head with a rueful smile.

"No, now's the part where we have breakfast."

End note: I just love the idea of Chloe breaking into Lucifer's place to make an omelet! Let me know what you think!