Nobody noticed the owner of Lux and his apparent companion as they melted in to the bodies swaying and jumping to the beats. She had her arms slung over his shoulders, round his neck, not having had enough to drink to not care that the stance pulled her dress up too high. She was self conscious, no matter how desired he made her feel.

Her head fell back slightly, her long hair swaying as she moved with him, the music changing to slower almost trance like as she felt his lips gently touch her temple. The dance floor started to fill up around them even more and couples slowly shuffled around, packing themselves in. Out of the corner of his eye he saw another couple in much the same pose, this other man's hands roaming up and down his chosen partners back and hips taking handfuls and liberties in the same breath.

Lucifer sighed and decided to test the waters, his palms slipping across her hips, one gently moving into the back of her dress just so his fingertips were underneath the material. The other man caught his eye and gave him a 'thumbs up'. Lucifer laughed internally. The Devil himself, a being who had had more women than this man had clearly had hot dinners, being encouraged on by a stranger. Lucifer felt her tightened her grip around his neck.

"Are you alright?" she asked, trying to keep her voice up under the music. Lucifer nodded, his attentions back on her, squeezing her hips, pulling her even closer so she was tight against him.

"Perfect" he whispered, stretching his arms down to her buttocks and an experimental embrace followed. He felt her freeze for a second and then relax only a touch. Whilst she may have started to loosen up to him, clearly a touch of public affection was possibly off the table.

"Lucifer?" she said, the question disappeared into a breath of air. She wasn't telling him off by any means. To him it sounded curious and it spurred him to do it again. He squeezed her buttocks again and he felt the rumble of an incredibly quiet moan from deep inside her as her hand wound its way into his hair. He took that as yes and he pushed his thigh between her legs. It still looked as though they were dancing and he had seen the odd look their way, recognising him and the occasional glance at Chloe when they saw she was still by his side. His conquests never usually lasted this long.

Lucifer bent down to talk into her ear over the music. "You are good you know, letting me touch you like this in front of everyone". He knew she needed encouragement but he was determined tonight to send out enough signals that he was taken. He felt her lips touch his jaw and for the first time she cracked her eyes open. The combination of the music, the aura he gave off and the alcohol injected into her blood gave her a confidence when it came to the opposite sex that she had not seen in years.

"You can do what you like", she whispered, lips travelling to his neck and it was his turn to close his eyes. She felt him breathe out, the air brushing the juncture between her neck and shoulder. He felt her laugh at his response as her body decided to feel the vibration of the music and revel in his attention. She had never felt this way with Dan, even at the beginning. There was something hypnotising and whilst she was not remotely affected by his mojo, there was something that made her melt and her mind was hazy.

The music changed but his thigh continued to touch in places that caused her to think twice and as they moved his hand crept up her sides taking advantage of the fact that the lights dimmed again. His thumbs pressed to the side of her breasts, moving back and forth and Lucifer wondered if she was being pushed too far, despite what she had said only minutes before. He didn't think she could be pressed any closer to him but she found a way which sent a signal straight to his groin. Silently, inside his own head, he began to think of dismembered bodies, stab wounds, bloated corpses that were pulled from the sea, to try and blank out his reaction to her proximity.

Chloe could feel the pulse in her neck jumping and a small space around them seemed to clear, enough for him to lean back slightly and make a suggestion. "Shall we sit down?"

She released her arms and went to walk back to the bar and her seat there. Instead he took hold of her wrist and pulled her through the crowd to the other side of Lux. There was a booth reserved for him, that nobody, absolutely nobody sat in except him. It was out of the way, enclosed and he liked to sit there and just watch the crowd, watch his people around him. Any other night and you would find him sitting alone, brooding at times, but just watching. Occasionally you might find a companion but it was rare.

Chloe stepped up from the dance floor first and he guided her into the darkness, she feeling her way along the table and the leather of the seats. Behind them both, one of the staff had noticed their presence and brought over drinks. "Thank you Ally, you are a treasure". She smiled back at him. "Should I bring a bottle over Mr Morningstar?" she asked, her accent New York if Chloe was not mistaken. He nodded and she went away.

"Do you know all of their first names?" Chloe asked as she settled down next to him.

"Of course" Lucifer replied. "Every one of them is valued to me. Cleaner, bar staff... anyone".

Chloe smiled, the humming of her body from the dance floor starting to wane a little. Not that she was complaining in reality. The longer she could string out the pleasure he could give, the better. He was addictive, he was right.

The champagne arrived and Lucifer sat back, stretching his legs out, and slipping a palm over her crossed thighs which immediately she clamped together. It wasn't fear; he knew that. She saw a feral smile on his face and he shifted in his seat, hand covering her knee now, and lifting it so her legs were no longer crossed. He moved again so he was side on to her; that hand now creeping up the inside of her thigh inside. "Look at me", he whispered.

Chloe swallowed and turned her head, seeing a sudden redness in his eyes that stayed and persisted as he spoke. "You let me touch you", he started, that hand sliding even further up her skin, getting closer and closer to the very plain and practical knickers she was wearing. As it moved, her legs made way for him, but not so much that she was utterly exposed. "But I really have to deal with the fact that these things..." he started, brushing fingertips directly between her legs, "I feel, are far too sensible". Her hips jumped as her face tried to avoid giving her away. "Tomorrow, after work, we are going shopping again. Pick something out I like".

Anyone else and she might have scolded him for such a misogynistic comment but the fact his finger tips were turning circles and his lips were grazing her neck, rendered her silent to nothing more than a 'stop, please', even though she wanted to pick him up on it. Confused, she felt his hand withdraw but a kiss planted on her cheek instead. She moved away, Lucifer thinking he had well and truly blown it, until she shifted so her back was against his chest. She moved again, wiggling her backside to get comfortable, determined that the comment would not ignite a flame that she did not want to see tonight.

Chloe took up a glass of champagne and sat back, relaxing. "Cushion now, am I?" he whispered in her ear but she did not reply forgetting her moment of anger. He did not see her self-satisfied smile as her right hand fell to his knee, thumb rubbing just on the inside of the joint thankfully just so far enough away that it was not sending a direct signal north. She shifted her shoulders again, sipping from the glass as they both watched the club-goers in silence for a while longer.

As the minutes passed, she could feel the champagne start to truly dilute her blood as his right hand skimmed her side. "Do you want to dance again?" he asked, thinking as he was the host, he should really be seen if nothing else. She turned and looked back at him, only after making sure nobody was looking in their direction. "No", she replied, examining his face under heavy eyelids as her palms drifted up his face. "I want to stay here". With that she brought her legs up and placed them across his lap. He vaguely registered she had forced off her shoes to the floor. How long ago he had no idea.

Lucifer just shrugged his acceptance and went to kiss her, but she pulled away far too quickly. Instead, she simply rested and stared out at the dance floor again, knowing she was teasing him.

The way she was sitting, Lucifer found that he could get his left arm all the way around her back. She felt his hand splay out on the bare skin of her ribs, just about touching the remotest side of her breast. Now she knew why he insisted on this dress.

Before he could act on it though, all of a sudden two women approached the table leaning on it, bending closer and smiling at Lucifer and completely ignoring the fact Chloe was very much there. "Hello, Mr Morningstar" one said, in a valley accent. "Jenna and I were wondering if you might like some company?" The other one, Jenna, he assumed, leant forward pushing her breasts together with her upper arms, with a very leading smile on her face. She was close enough that he could see the glint of a silver piercing under the skin tight top she was wearing.

"Ladies", he began. "I have company already and will have for the rest of the night and indeed morning". If that wasn't a message then she really did not know and he was being as polite as possible but it did not hit home. One slid into the booth to his side and the other to Chloe's. He felt her sigh, shifting her legs from his lap and entirely accidentally his fingertips, which we still nestling into the side of her dress, moved with her and grazed her nipple. He tried not to react but it would seem that Chloe was on a mission and she turned properly to face the creature that called herself 'Jenna'.

"Did you not hear?" she asked. "Mr Morningstar is engaged and will continue to be for some time". The other girl, because she was a girl at not quite half Chloe's age, looked through her but Chloe was not having it. She leant forward, still in his embrace as she unintentionally gave him better access to her skin, pinching her nipple which sent sparks around her body. She could almost feel the smug look he must have had on his face. The other woman also must have been able to see his hand now inside her dress. "I will tell you from considerable experience of Mr Morningstar's needs that your plastic body, because those things trapped in that ill-fitting top are implants aren't they, would not be able to handle him". Taking a leaf out of the Devil's book it seemed and Lucifer smiled.

Chloe stared the woman down who glanced at her friend. "Bitch" Chloe heard from her left. Lucifer could not move as she was in effect pinning him to the chair but his words were clear. "Out of my club now the pair of you". He gestured over to a bouncer who seemed to be permanently stationed only a few feet away and the women were hauled out of the booth.

With them gone, he apologised, taking his hand out of her dress and away from her body, feeling guilty that she even had to see that. "I know people are attracted to you Lucifer. You have enough of a reputation".

He scowled. "You were there. Yet they still thought they had a chance".

"It doesn't matter" Chloe replied, brushing her lips over his. "Shall we have that dance now?"

"Oh", Lucifer responded as she fished under the table for her shoes. "If you wish".

"I wish" she laughed and held out a hand for him, standing up and finding themselves on the dance floor once again.