Hello! This is my first time writing for Lucifer and my first rated M story. I haven't written anything in so long, so please be gentle. I know Lucifer and Chloe may seem a bit out of character in this chapter, but I hope to really capture their essence…or at least their perceived evolution of their characters in later chapters. Obviously, I have no idea what will happen in Season 4, but this is my continuation of the story after the Season 3 finale while we wait. Enjoy!

PS: I'll update as I can, but I apologize in advance for any long durations between chapters.

The Doting Devil
By: Cora

Chapter 1

Chloe took a deep, shaking breath as the elevator made its way to the Lux Penthouse, the events of the past few weeks on a loop every time she closed her eyes. Calling off her wedding to Marcus Pierce felt like just a small blip compared to Charlotte's death at the same man's hands. She tried to silently clear her throat, rubbing at the bruise on her chest left by the bullet that came mere millimeters away from missing the vest entirely.

But despite all the bullets and all the death recently, the one thing that stuck in her mind most vividly was a face. A red, glowing, smoldering face with the voice of the man that meant so much to her. The man that had her second guessing herself when she was so in love with Marcus.

'Oh, stop lying to yourse-' The elevator doors slid open to the accompanying ding and she was greeted with the sounds of a soft melody from the piano. The musician didn't turn around, but the dark brown hair was back. She breathed a small sigh of relief as she quietly made her way to place a soft hand on his shoulder before taking a seat beside him on the bench.

"I didn't scare you off, Detective?" he said in a tone even more vulnerable than Chloe had ever heard. His playing faded away as he looked at the woman next to him with his big brown eyes.

She shook her head slowly, eyes shining in the dim firelight. "No Lucifer," she looked at the keys and played with a low C, concentrating. "I wanted to say thank you. For saving my life. Again. I...I know you put a lot at risk doing what you did."

"And I'd do it all over again if I had to. You know that, Chloe."

"I do. I do know that. I just," she looked deep into those big, sincere, smiling eyes, a force she couldn't resist drawing her hand to his cheek, "I'm sorry I never believed you. I...I thought I saw...that when we first started working together, but convinced myself it was a figment of my imagination or...or a trick of the light in that power plant, but...it was true. It was always true."

"And you're fine with all this?"

"I will be once I can wrap my head around it," she shrugged, "but what did I tell you before we got the call about Charlotte?"

"That I wasn't the devil. But I am Chloe. I am the devil. You've seen it now."

"I said you weren't the devil to me. And I've seen you for the past couple years, Lucifer. Okay, you're the devil, but you're also the man that plays Monopoly with my kid and makes me laugh. Now that you're a little more down to Earth, you would do whatever you can to help bring justice to how many of our victims now? I don't think you do it just to punish the bad guys anymore. I think you like giving closure to their families."

"I like spending time with you, Detective."

"That's a good excuse, I guess. But as much as you don't want to admit it, I think you're an awfully good guy." Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried not to let her eyes wander down to his beautiful lips.

Lucifer read her mind and brushed a light, gentle kiss on hers, her arms wrapping around his torso, under his jacket, sending shivers down his spine. "Chlo," he whispered, leaning his forehead to hers.

"Don't stop."

He pulled her as close as possible on the piano bench, deepening the kiss, his tongue pushing through her lips and exploring every inch of her mouth. She let out a moan, pulling at his shirt to untuck it before losing patience and going for his belt buckle. Lucifer's heart squeezed with regret as he grabbed her wandering hands, "Chloe. You're sure?"

"Lucifer, I can't explain how I feel about you, but I can tell you I've never been more sure about something." She pulled him back down to continue.

He let her hands wander again as he started undressing her as slowly as he could control himself, his heart trying to jump out of his throat. He wrapped one strong arm around her waist and scooted them both off the bench, setting her down long enough to shimmy off the jeans he'd undone and lift off her shirt. Her pale skin glowing and flickering with the dancing flames.

Realizing her current state, she folded her arms, shying away. "Chloe," Lucifer looked at her, breathless, "you are absolutely stunning." He reached behind her and gently pulled the ponytail out of her hair, guiding her locks to drape around her shoulders. Playing with the clasp of her silky black bra, he feathered kisses on her neck until it and the matching lace panties fell to the floor.

"You're overdressed," she grinned with new confidence and finished unbuttoning his shirt, letting it join the pile with a feather light thud, his slacks following close behind. The excitement was obvious in the tight black Armani boxer briefs. "Wow…" Chloe slipped a soft, cold hand under the waistband, grabbing his erection and licking her lips slowly.

"Detective, you're making me blush," he shivered at her touch, practically growling. Gathering the woman up in his arms, she let go and put hers around his neck, kissing him as he carried her to the bedroom.

He laid her down oh so gently, climbing on top of her and working his tongue down her entire body as she whimpered. Begged. "Lucifer…"

"Shh, not yet." His heart still pounded loudly in his throat. Of all the sex he'd ever had, this was different. This time there was pressure on him. He'd only been bragging to this woman for years how wonderful he was. He couldn't catch his breath as his kisses went farther up her thighs. He was…nervous? 'Do not let your bloody feelings get in the way of this, dammit.'

With almost a shaky hand, he reached up and started rubbing her clit with his thumb. The detective gasped and wiggled her hips into his quickening touch. Once he replaced it with his tongue, it sent her reeling. Her back arched as she moaned. Lacing his fingers together to pin down her hips, she reached down to twist her fingers in his hair, holding him there until her hands gripped for the bed sheets. "Lucif...Lucif…" she panted.

"What is it you desire, Chlo?"

"I have a….a….condom….in….."

"Shh, I'm immortal," Lucifer whispered, moving himself up to kiss her neck and slipped two fingers inside her warmth, her head digging deeper into the pillow, "nothing to worry about."

"Then please just take me, Lucifer," she ran her fingernails up and down his back, sending shock waves all the way down to his toes.

He couldn't resist any longer either and slid himself inside her as slowly as he could, an unrecognizable sound of pent up pleasure escaping his lips. She moaned loudly gasping at his size, digging her nails into his back.

Lucifer stopped, still inside, "Are you okay? I'm sorry."

"Please don't stop. Keep going. Please?" She reached down to squeeze his round ass and hooked her legs around his thighs.

He kissed her neck, moving slowly again inside her, "Tell me if you need me to stop, love."

She grabbed his face, rubbing his scruffy cheeks with her thumbs, "Just pound me already, Lucifer. Please."

"Well, Detective," his eyes twinkled as a grin spread across his face, "if you so insist."