AN: Sorry for the formating issues earlier, guys. No idea what went wrong there, all looked fine when I uploaded it. Should be fixed now.
"My, my, who have we here...I love what you did with your hair! And that dress...superb. Though I must say it would look better on my bedroom floor."
Draping bare arms over his shoulders Amanda leaned forward to at the same time peck him on the lips and afford him a clear view of the fact that she was not wearing very much underneath.
"You say the nicest things, Lucy darling. But I fear that I have no time for fun on this trip. At least not that kind of fun. I am, as it were, merely passing through and looking for a back door out of here?"
If possible the grin on Lucifer's face got even larger. Around them the club was packed to bursting.
"Oh, were you causing mischief? I did think that recent diamond heist had your beautiful handwriting all over it. But then, I also thought you were in Rio with husband number...how many have it been now?"
She made an elegant shooing motion with her hand. "Oh, who's counting them any longer? But he did buy me the most stunning necklace. And I am sure he'll be rather mad when he realises that. He really should be more careful with his credit cards."
Laughing he twirled her into a little dip before pulling her towards the dance floor. He'd be dammed if he allowed her to just slip away so easily. Amanda didn't come visit nearly often enough, he missed the excitement that usually followed in her wake.
"Ah, you truly are a woman after my own heart. So, who should I grant you sanctuary from at my club? Your enraged husband? The police? Or maybe someone carrying around a big sword?"
He steered her through the dancers and towards the stairway and the elevator to his rooms above with an arm low around her waist and very well aware that they were drawing every eye in the vicinity.
Looking her up and down appreciatively again he added: "And where might you be keeping your arsenal tonight, I wonder?"
She swatted his arm lightly with her clutch before ascending the stairs.
"I was in a bit of a hurry, and there really is no way to store a sword in a cocktail dress."
Watching the clinging fabric move over her body as he followed her upstairs he replied distractedly: "Oh, I can very clearly see your point."
As the elevator doors opened to his apartment he waved her inside grandiosely with a little bow.
"Mi casa es su casa, mi alcohol es su alcohol and of course there's always the pool and the bed..."
Amanda made a slow circle of the rooms, like a cat in unfamiliar territory. She brushed soft fingers over the assorted valuables, clearly tempted by some of them.
"I always knew you had style, Lucy, and this place is magnificent. The view alone must cost you a pretty penny. But, and I really don't want to be ungrateful for your hospitality, this is not the back door. Everyone down there saw us come up here, so unless you have a parachute stored somewhere here how am I supposed to slip away now?"
He handed her a drink as he joined her on the balcony.
"No parachute, I fear, no rope for abseiling either. It seems you're stuck with me."
Their cheeky smiles matched each other eerily well.
"There are far worse people to be stuck with but do you really want to sit around and wait for my little bit of trouble to follow me here? I don't think bullet holes would improve the décor."
A languid shrug was her only reply as he emptied his glass and started pulling off his tie.
"I don't know about you but I thought I'd rather take a dip in the pool instead of standing around here. Are you coming?"
Amanda watched his naked back with as much open appreciation as he had shown here before then left her empty glass on a conveniently placed table to step out of her shoes and dress just as he lowered himself into the water. She had always been so terribly bad at resisting temptation...
And of course as soon as they were finally starting to enjoy themselves a grumpy looking blonde with a gun and badge stomped up to the pool and glared at them. Or, rather, at Lucifer, Amanda corrected her first thought.
"I have been trying to reach you for an hour, Lucifer! I thought you were in trouble!"
He spread his arms to show her he was far from in trouble. The smile he gave her was radiant and full of honest amusement at their situation. It made Amanda think that this was not the first time the policewoman had walked in on him in flagranti.
"Detective! Come join us, the more the merrier."
As the glaring intensified Amanda decided it was about time to leave before the detective decided to stop being mad at Lucy and started wondering who his guest might be.
"I'll catch you next time I'm in town, darling."
She nipped at his ear and let her hand wander south for a second to make sure he'd look forward to next time before gliding over to the steps and climbing out of the water, stark naked and completely unselfconscious about it.
As she had intended the detective looked tactfully away, modern people and their sensibilities were so predictable, and Amanda grabbed her clothes, winked at Lucifer, and sauntered provocatively towards the elevator.
As the doors started closing the policewoman seemed to have finally realised that she recognized Lucifer's guest because she whirled around, all modern sensibilities suddenly forgotten, and shouted after her: "Hey, wait, do I know you? I need to talk to you!"
Amanda smiled and waved at her through the quickly closing doors before the elevator started moving. Then she quickly wiggled back into her dress, not an easy feat while wet but she just managed before the elevator reached the club level. Just as she sauntered out the door and into a convenient cab that had just disgorged its passengers in front of the club she saw two police cars come around the corner.