Hey, Deckerstars! Here is the long-awaited chapter 2! In this, Chloe knows Lucifer is the Devil and isn't too shocked about the wings. Hope you enjoy and remember: reviews are good, flames deserve their own Hell!
Detective Decker returned home from the precinct hours after Lucifer had left. She rubbed a hand over the back of her neck, trying to work out the kinks. "Someday, doing paperwork will be the death of me," The detective muttered as she got into her car and drove out of the parking lot, looking forward to a quiet night at home with Trixie and perhaps Maze. Maybe I can catch the last few minutes of that show I like. She mused as she turned onto the street that led to her apartment building.
The homicide detective parked the car in her designated spot and entered the building. She pressed the button to summon the elevator and rode it to the floor where her apartment is situated. Taking out her keys from her bag, she made to unlock the door, only to see that it's already open. Tiredness then left as quick as it came as Detective Decker reached for her weapon as she went inside the apartment, ready to take on whoever dared to break into a police officer's home.
After making sure that the kitchen, living room, and bathroom were cleared, she walked toward her bedroom, gun aimed and ready to fire. Pushing the door open with the muzzle, the detective was greeted with a shocking sight. There, lying on her large, queen-sized bed, is the Devil himself. The former Lightbringer laid on his side, his beautiful wings spread out, making him look like the angel that he used to be. He wore burgundy cotton boxer shorts that laid hidden underneath the covers.
How did he get here and why is he sleeping in my bed? Detective Decker pondered, her mind filled with confusion. She had sent Lucifer home after enduring the paper ball avalanche at the precinct. The detective assumed that the fallen angel had gone back to his penthouse above LUX and ravished whoever caught his fancy. Detective Decker wanted to let the Lord of Hell sleep, but she wanted answers as to why he is in her apartment sleeping in her bed. She put away her gun and tentatively walked over to the bed, laying a hand on Lucifer's shoulder. Shaking him gently, the King of Hell moaned as he returned from Dreamland.
"Chloe? Is that you?" Lucifer said, his voice heavy with sleep. "Yes, Lucifer, it's me. Why are you here and why are you taking a nap in my bed wearing nothing but boxer shorts?" Rubbing his eyes, the former Prince of Darkness got up from the bed and said, "I went home to LUX as you told me, but it just felt empty for some reason. I mean I couldn't even indulge in any sinful carnal activity. I then decided to come here to apologize for what happened at the precinct. You know how I get when I'm bored out of my skull." Lucifer said with a sheepish smile. "The boxer shorts are a precursor for the steamy and erotic makeup sex that we'll have later. Guess I fell asleep waiting for you to come home." A blush then colored Lucifer's cheeks as he finished his explanation, his great wings drooping a little bit.
Detective Decker sighed as she carefully avoided Lucifer's wings and sat down beside the Ruler of Hell. "I know you mean well, Lucifer," She began. "But breaking into someone's home is a crime. If I didn't know it was you in my bed, I would have shot and killed you. I don't want to lose my partner so please don't do it again, okay?" Lucifer nodded in agreement before a hopeful thought entered his mind.
"Could I stay here with you tonight? I'll be a good Devil and leave in the morning." The detective smiled and said, "Of course, Lucifer, you're always welcome here. Just let me know next time, alright?" The fallen angel nodded again and asked, "Can we have makeup sex now?" Detective Decker rolled her eyes at Lucifer's request. "No, Lucifer, we will not have makeup sex. Go to sleep before I change my mind and kick you out." Pouting at his detective's empty threat, the former Prince of Darkness pulled the covers over his head and went back to sleep.
End.