**Disclaimer** I don't own any of the character's from Lucifer. I'm just having them tango with my imagination.

Lucifer was looking his wall of alcohol up and down.

"Ah, I know…" He mumbled to himself before grabbing a bottle of 1945 Chateau-Mouton-Rothschild.

Only the best for the best, he thought. 1945 was one of his best years. He punished the one and only Adolf Hitler that year. He grinned at the memory. It was definitely one of his more… fun… jobs. Maze had a blast herself.

There was no time for reminiscing though. He had a dinner to make up for.

As he walked to the elevator, it surprised him with a ding and open doors. What was even more surprising was the person walking out of them.

"Oh! Hey!" Chloe said as she stumbled into him. It was as if she were surprised to see him in his own home.

"Detective!" He responded equally surprised.

"I'm sorry - I —"

"What are you doing here?"

"I thought —"

They laugh lightly as they realize they are awkwardly talking over each other.

"Are you on your way out" She asked.

"I am, yes." He replied and watched her face fall briefly.

"To see you, actually."

Her face lifted up to his, a sparkle in her eyes.

"Oh."

"I believe I owe you dinner." Lucifer softly explained as he held up a delicious smelling bag and the wine he picked out moments ago.

Chloe's lips only slightly part, but her eyes gleam.

"Come." He instructed, and she followed him to the intimate seating area in his spacious living room. Chloe looked around the room, thinking of all the conversations and shared moments they had had here.

She watches him closely, which does not go unnoticed by him, as he pulls out some greek food she recognizes as being from a food truck they came across during one of their cases.

"Really? This is your make up dinner?" She can't help but tease.

"What? Everybody loves a good gyro." He says appalled.

They sit and he begins to pour the wine he had picked out just moments ago.

"Say when."

"When!" She said with a laugh that instantly spread to him.

He bowed his head obediently, though Chloe knew he was anything but. He left the bottle uncorked on the table. He figured they would need a couple of glasses after today's trial.

He leaned towards her and in a playfully serious tone said, "I hope you know it takes months to get a reservation at this place."

She couldn't help but to roll her eyes and laugh. "Oh, yeah. The fries are amazing."

"Oh, thank you. I made them myself." His comment caused laughter to escape the both of them some more. Laughing like this had been an oddity for her, then came Lucifer.

There was a shift in the air as the mood changed into something less playful. Lucifer leaned towards her again, truly serious this time, his eyes searching hers. There was so much he wanted to say, but he just couldn't put the words together.

"Detective, what you said today in the courtroom…"

She shook her head and took his hand in hers. She had sacrificed her father's justice for this man's honor, and she didn't regret it.

"Was the truth." She finished for him.

There was an undeniable spark between them. He looked down at their hands to ensure he wasn't on fire. No, he could not let himself show now. Her running from him in fear would destroy him. He needed her. There was nothing more to hide behind. Linda was right, he had been lying to himself.

He looked up at her to see a soft smile on her beautiful face, and he couldn't help but to smile back. He had only seen this look a couple of times - when she was at her most vulnerable. Except now, she wasn't crying or intoxicated. She was just here, looking at him like she just might need him too.

Their faces leaned in closer and closer, until they could feel each others breath tickling their faces. It had been so, so long since Chloe had felt like this. Yet there was something about this, about him that made everything so new for her. Even with Dan, she had never felt like this. Looking in the man's eyes before her was intoxicating. She could almost see the fire in them.

Neither of them wanted this moment to end.

Their lips were so close.

"Am I interrupting?"