"Your Halo"
Chloe comes up to Lucifer unannounced after Lux has closed and happens upon him playing the piano, but this time he is singing along with the music, and she cant help but feel that it is for her.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea for the story.
Song: "Halo" (Acoustic) by Starset
Author's Note: I'm debating on whether to make this or my other one-shot "Someone just for me" into a full series. Let me know what you think by rating and reviewing. Now, enjoy!
Once again, sleep was evading Chloe as she listened to the quiet noises of the house in the early morning hours. It was just her in the house, something that didn't make her feel too comfortable after the events of a couple weeks ago. Chloe was still on a paid leave after nearly being killed by Malcolm and Dan's arrest, which was shortly followed by signed divorce papers delivered to the house. Trixie was staying with her mother and at first Chloe insisted that Trixie stay with her, but Penelope would hear nothing of it. In the end, Chloe's mother reminded her that if she didn't take proper care of herself first, how could she even care for Trixie. When Chloe couldn't argue the point, Penelope whisked her granddaughter away with promises of checking in often and no auditions.
After pacing what was soon to be a worn path on her rug for 5 minutes, she made up her mind to go to the one place that she could feel safe right now. Throwing on a pair of loose sweats to go with the plain t-shirt she was wearing and a worn pair of jogging shoes, she grabbed her keys and her wallet before heading out the door.
No more than 20 minutes later, she was parked across the street from Lux, letting the engine idle for a minute before she turned it off.
"What am I even doing here?" she mused to herself, looking up at the impressive building. Taking a deep breath and getting out of the car before she changed her mind, she crossed the street and made her way to the private entrance along the alley.
In the elevator, she twisted the ends of her shirt, trying to figure out what she would say to Lucifer about her late visit. No doubt he would make a sexual innuendo (or five) about it, which would annoy her to no end. As she debated internally what to say , the doors of the elevator quietly opened to the sound of piano music. She slipped into the room, quietly stepping over to the bar where she had a good view of the baby grand piano and the man playing it.
From her position by the bar, she could see the scars that knotted along either side of Lucifer's spine. He seem to be clad only in a pair of dark silk pajama bottoms, his feet as bare as his torso. She allowed herself to imagine for a moment the pair of wings he had thought were his at the auction being attached where the scars were, as beautiful and proud as he was, as he ended the song.
Lucifer was quiet for a moment, then he sighed heavily and began playing once more, this time accompanying the piano with a voice that could only belong to an angel.
I can see you running, running
Every night from the same darkness
It's coming, coming
But you are not alone
If you just say the word
I'll be there by your side
You make me more
You make me superhuman
And if you need me to
I will save you
Send out the signal
And I'll fly low
If it means the death of me
I won't let go
And if I'm lost in the world's shadows
I'll use the light that comes to me
From your halo
Chloe felt herself drawn closer to the piano and the man playing it, her feet involuntarily moving of their own accord slowly, step by step. She could feel the emotion that he poured into the song, as if his heart needed to release the words before they became too much to bear. She managed to stop herself a few feet from the piano and Lucifer, not wanting to interrupt his playing.
When your backed against the wall
I could be the one
Who's always there to break your fall
You are not alone
You're the Sun, you're the day
The light that guides me through
Never run, run away
I will save you
Send out the signal
And I'll fly low
If it means the death of me
I won't let go
And if I'm lost in the world's shadows
I'll use the light that comes to me
From your halo
The words made her think of every time he had her back on a case, from the first one where he shielded her after being shot to the latest with him distracting Malcolm so she could run and hide. He told her he would never lie to her, never hurt her, and despite being the self-proclaimed Devil, Chloe believed him. She may have made the outward appearance of him being a utter annoyance and pain in her ass (to which he stated only if she asked nicely, which gained an eye roll from her), she found herself missing him whenever they weren't working on a case together. Add to that the fact that Trixie completely adored him, and she slowly came around to the idea that she could see herself waking up to him most mornings (or afternoons in his case), him cooking breakfast in her kitchen while showing her daughter how to make the perfect pancake, or watching as he carried Trixie to bed in the evening.
Send out the signal
And I'll fly low
If it means the death of me
I won't let go
And if I'm lost in the world's shadows
I'll use the light that comes to me
From your halo
She closed the distance between herself and Lucifer, her hands floating over his shoulders before settling down on them. If he noticed, he made no show of it, his hands expertly playing across the ivory keys as he finished the song.
And if I'm lost in the world's shadows
I'll use the light that comes to me
From your halo
I won´t let go
I won´t let go
I won´t let go
And if I'm lost in the world's shadows
I'll use the light that comes to me
From your halo
Your halo
Your halo
He finished the last notes of the song, the last note echoing in the silent room.
"How I wish your truly were here, Chloe, instead of my imagination playing such cruel tricks on me. Then maybe you would know what you truly meant to me, how much I cared for you," he said with eyes closed to the silence.
"Lucifer," she said softly.
He stiffened slightly, and slowly her turned his head to look up at her, as if he couldn't believe she was there.
"How long have you been...?" he started to ask, but she interrupted him.
"That was beautiful, Lucifer." she said, thumbs rubbing gentle circles in his shoulder blades.
Lucifer sighed, leaning his head softly against her abdomen.
"I'm tired, Chloe. Tired of living up to the expectations of humanity, of my Father. I just want..." he trailed off. Chloe looked down and saw he was nearly asleep. She suppressed a giggle at how cute he looked, how innocent.
"Come on, Lucifer. Let's get you to bed, " she said, tugging on one of his arms. He slowly stood up, leaning on Chloe as she helped him to the bedroom.
As his leg came in contact with the bed, he fell heavily to the bed and was soundly asleep before his head hit the pillow. Chloe tugged the blanket over him, sitting next to him on the bed as he snored lightly. She run her fingers through his hair, wondering at the softness of the dark locks and he sighed contentedly in his slumber. She started to get up to leave when his hand grabbed her wrist.
"Please, don't leave..." he whispered, still asleep.
Chloe looked at him, hesitating before putting her keys and wallet on the nightstand next to the bed, taking off the hoodie and shoes, and climbing into the bed. She tried to keep some space between her and Lucifer, but apparently the Devil had a thing for cuddling and he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her into his chest. She felt him snuggle himself into her, burying his nose in her hair.
"Te amo, Chloe..." she heard him whisper as he settled himself back into a deep sleep.
She had to hold back a small gasp, remembering those two little words from her Spanish class in college. For all his attempts to get in her pants, those were the last words she expected to hear from him. She was unable to think on it for too long, though, because between the warmth at her back and the safe feeling being in Lucifer's arms, she drifted off to sleep.
Lucifer woke and stretched in his bed, trying to remember the dream he had about Chloe. He remembered a song and pulling her close to him and...
"Good morning, sleeping beauty," a voice form the doorway said.
Lucifer slowly turned his head to the doorway, seeing the very object of his thoughts leaning against the door frame, a steaming mug of coffee in her hand.
"Good morning, Detective. Aren't you supposed to be on leave?" he asked, slipping off the covers and seeing that he was still clothed. He had a confused look on his face as got up from the bed. Chloe smiled.
"You don't remember, do you?" She asked as he padded past her to the coffee pot in the kitchen area, pouring himself a cup.
"Remember what?" he asked, turning around to see her at the piano. Chloe was pressing a few keys in the tune of the very song he had dreamed of. He made his way over to her, setting the coffee down at the bar.
"You really were here, weren't you?" he asked her.
"Yes, and for the record, you snore too," she stated.
"The Devil most certainly does not snore," he said in protest, and she laughed. Lucifer stopped to listen to what could be the most heavenly sound he knew.
He suddenly started remembering the rest of the "dream" and took a step back, searching her face. Chloe set her coffee down and stepped towards him, closing the distance until they were nearly nose to nose, her breath warm on his lips.
"Did you mean it?" she asked, barely above a whisper. Lucky for her, the Devil had very good hearing.
"I told you once, Detective, I would never lie to you," he replied.
"Chloe...call me Chloe," she said.
"Chloe," he breathed, savoring the way it rolled off his tongue, "I..."
Before he could finish, she pressed her lips to his in a gentle kiss.
"Te amo, Lucifer,"she said, "I think the words you're looking for are 'Te amo'."
He stood there in silence before suddenly wrapping her up in his arms, placing gentle kisses in her hair as she snuggled into his chest.
"How I ever deserved to have someone like you will forever be a mystery to me," he said, still holding her.
He then sat her down on the piano bench, kneeling in front of her.
"Chloe, " he started, "I can't promise perfection, and I'm still working through a lot of... family issues. But what I can promise is that I will not lie to you and I will always be there for you, you and young Beatrice. And I won't hurt you...well, no more than you ask for." He raised his eyebrow suggestively.
Chloe laughed, "There's my old Lucifer."
"Your Lucifer, I like how that sounds, " he said, "And you can be my Morning Star."
"Really? Getting ahead of ourselves, aren't we?" she asked jokingly.
"Well, if the Devil knows one thing, he always gets what he wants," he replied.
"Well, Mr. Morningstar, you won't be getting anything until you've earned it," she said, standing up and walking towards the bedroom. She stopped and crooked a finger for him to follow her. Lucifer grinned.
"And how, pray tell, may I begin earning it, my dear?" he asked, standing up.
Chloe disappeared behind the door, and after a moment she stretched an arm out from behind it, dropping her shirt shortly followed by her sweat pants.
"I'm sure you'll think of something..." Lucifer heard her say from the bedroom.
"Oh Chloe, you naughty little minx," he said, making his way to the one woman that could save him from himself.
Authors Note: I'm (not) sorry for the ending there, but I'll let you use your imagination on how he begins to earn Chloe becoming his morning star (although if you ask nicely I might just write a special chapter for it). As always, please rate and review. I appreciate hearing what you have to think of my second Lucifer fan-fiction. Thanks!