Chloe led him to the dance floor again and turned his arms.
Almost immediately the music ramped itself up and there was no point conversing as neither would be able to hear properly as they swayed. Instead, Lucifer bowed his head, lips meeting her skin just underneath her ear, pushing the small diamond earring she was wearing with his tongue. It was such a strange yet vaguely arousing sensation that Chloe closed her eyes. His hands were clamped to her hips too, knowing how turned on he could make her just holding on tight as she rocked over him. He was engulfing her body as he always did, rational thought abandoning her as she breathed deeply pushing herself as close to him again as she could. Again, she felt his knee push between them and he did hear the gentle moan escape her lips. He smiled to himself, lips and tongue now at her throat, feeling the pulse point in her neck. Whilst she might be able to keep a straight face the blood pounding around her body told a different story. She tried to move away from the pressure of his leg, but he was holding onto her too tightly, clamped to her body with his hands starting to roam.
Chloe opened her eyes, seeing it seemed, one couple obviously looking at them. Whilst he might enjoy the attention, she was not so sure and she tried to relax her grip on his neck. He was Lux's owner for a start and whilst he might enjoy a certain reputation, she as an officer of the law, could not afford to develop one. The champagne was wearing off now too. "Lucifer", she whispered in his ear.
"I know" he replied, stepping slightly back.
As much as the sensations he was creating were leading her to a place she desperately needed to be, what Chloe did not like was the looks she particularly was getting. The response to the two girls in the booth had been bare-faced bravado hand in hand with alcohol but the fact that it looked as though she was almost being picked over was unnerving. "You know I don't like an audience and we have one" she pleaded.
"Yes I know" he repeated, "but a devil can try can't he?"
She laughed, spotting one of the bouncers walk over touch Lucifer's upper arm and speak into his ear. Lucifer nodded and squeezed her hand, pulling her out of the crowd. Her immediate thought was that there was trouble but instead, she was led to stand on a platform in front of the bar, just as the music was lowered. Chloe realised what it was. Lux's birthday and the Lord of Lux was about to address his followers.
He brought her up on the platform with him, the club goers groaning in frustration as the music stopped.
"Now, now ladies and gentleman. Lucifer Morningstar will have none of that!" He was smiling and laughter went around the audience. His arm was around her shoulders, almost around her neck like he was possessing her. His other hand, held a glass of champagne which had somehow found itself to him. "Now you lot", he started, gently nodding towards the crowd, "are here to do one and only one thing and to celebrate the birthday of this wonderful place". A cheer went up and Chloe could not help but smile at how at home and happy he looked. "I know Lux is rather underage, but she does enjoy a good time, so from now, all of your drinks are on her and just enjoy yourselves!"
The cheer that had gone up redoubled and with a nod from him to the other end of the room to the DJ, the music was louder than ever. He downed the glass. "Now", he said turning to her as they stayed on the platform. They were very visible. "I think you owe me something",
"I do?" she replied, surprised.
"Mmmm" Lucifer responding, taking her head in his hands. Chloe was not sure what to expect other than he was trying to prove a point it seemed. "Its jealously", he said, his lips an inch from hers. "they want me, they can't have me. The one person who has me is you". She expected to receive a forceful kiss, but instead she barely felt the caress on her lips. He was in her hands, so to speak, when it came to boundaries and tonight was not to be ruined. She forgot about the smudged lipstick but had no intention of indulging what seemed to be exhibitionist tendencies. Hell, it was not that; she knew it existed as plain as day and very much in her face.
"Find me a glass" she ordered.
Two minutes later, they were back on the dance floor. It was a very 90s vibe tonight it seemed and she particularly was swept away by the packed group and had no choice but to move with them. Ever so quietly he moved them towards the edge of the dance floor so he could survey all he owned. Chloe, however now had her back to him and she felt an arm snake around her waist. Lucifer stepped back; it certainly wasn't him, but he was rather relieved that it seemed to be someone she knew.
"Genie?!" Chloe exclaimed, the other women enveloping her in a hug as he looked on.
"In the flesh" the other woman laughed. "Well I never expected to see you in place like this!" The two looked so happy to see each other as their arms stayed firmly around each other's shoulders.
"Well I have reasons," Chloe responded, turning towards him. "Genie, this is Lucifer Morningstar".
"THE Lucifer Morningstar?" she replied and he could help seeing the rather smug look Chloe had on her face.
"In the flesh" he said, taking the other women's hand to shake.
"How? I never knew you knew him..." Genie commentated, feeling Chloe's arm go around her to whisper something in her ear. Lucifer saw the women's eyes go wide, staring up at him and his confused, hesitant smile must have said it all. He heard a low whistle. "Well, you go girl," she stared, "you just get in there...jeez." Genie was laughing now and as Chloe looked up at him wearing even more of a devilsome face than he could ever muster up. "You call me" she continued to Chloe, pushing a business card into her hand from her bag, "and you can tell me it all...in far greater detail!"
With that she was gone back into the heaving crowd. "And who might I ask was that?" he questioned.
"Genie. She used to work at the station" Chloe replied, putting the card in her own bag."Civilian staff before she had too many babies to count". Her hair was losing its straightness in the warmth of the room and had that slight wave developing he found he was preferring.
"Hmmm" he replied, pulling her close to him again. "What did you tell her?"
"You are nosy", Chloe responded, trying to force him back properly onto the dance floor.
"Not nosy." His voice was indignant. "Curious".
Chloe shook her head. She was not for telling, but he was not having it. She stepped back, determined to dance, instead he pulled her back to his space like a tug of war. "You can't deny me". Chloe did not miss how intimidating he sounded, but she found the Devil had buttons and this one was easy to find. She shook her head, smiling ethereally up at him, now holding onto both of his wrists. "I can". Flirting, hmmm? "Can we go and dance someplace else if not here?" she asked.
"Somewhere private?" he suggested, knowing exactly where she was thinking. She simply raised her eyes to the ceiling in silent signal and grabbing her hand, he led her through the throng to the lift.
The silence of lift against noise of the club was such an immense alteration that for the first time that evening, Chloe could hear the ringing in her ears. She almost felt slightly deaf as she landed against the corner of the lift realising that he had pulled her in, pushing her towards the wall. He had his back to her, pushing the button for the top floor. The lift juddered into life and Chloe watched the numbers tick up on the panel, wondering why he was still standing with his back to her. As he stood for far too long, Chloe genuinely felt she had done something wrong; said something under the guise of alcohol that offended him. The change in mood was obvious and she was trapped in a lift with the Devil.
She saw him touch the panel again and hover his fingers over the 'stop' button. Her heart was racing. "Lucifer?" The lift ground to halt somewhere nearly floor ten.
He turned around; Chloe trying to push herself into the unremitting solidness of the corner. No matter how much she loved him, there was still that element of him that scared her. She had tried to turn it into arousal but no, it was still fear. Maybe in time that would change.
"What did you tell her?" he asked. His voice was calm, collected and she was confused.
"I.." she started, licking her lips. Her hands were gripping her clutch bag; knuckles unintentionally white.
"Tell me", he continued, stepping towards her. He was with reaching distance but had no intention of touching quite yet, even though he could almost hear the blood pounding around her body. "Tell me what you told her".
Something decided to take her over and Chloe stepped closer, shutting the gap between them, trying to shut away, push away the nagging. Her fingertips touched the buckle of his belt. "I told her..." she started, swallowing nervously, "that I was...that I was". She pressed her lips together searching for the word to sanitise. She stretched her back, faced up to him and jumped, damn the consequences. "I told her I was fucking you tonight". She looked down noting her own hand still resting on his belt.
A few seconds of silence enveloped her, before she heard him snort with laughter and he stepped back. "What?!" she exclaimed, her head flying up.
"I heard you when you said it!" He was laughing properly now standing on the other wall. "Your face..."
"You absolute shit!" she shouted, moving and taking swing at him with her bag, smacking him on the arm, him putting his hand up and rubbing where she hit him. "You let me think you were angry...you pig!"
"Oink?" he offered, eyes bright and wife, knowing he was provoking her.
Chloe gritted her teeth and dumped the bag on the floor. She was shaking her head, but he could see she was trying not laugh herself as she turned and faced the wall, trying to compose herself. Before he could step forward to apologise, she swung back around, her face now like stone and pushed him in the stomach. She felt safer in the lift with just them, but before she could speak he interrupted her.
"So you like a little violence Detective?" he purred. "This is new, but I am sure I can accommodate this new kink of yours..." He was wearing a grin she had seen far too many times already in public and in private, and her body began to hum again as he dragged his eyes up and down her, drinking her in.
"No" she replied, sliding her palm down from his belt over the zipper of his pants, just putting enough pressure on that he got the hint. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her other hand hover over the 'down' button on the panel. The button to take them back to the club. "But I guess I was wrong when I said it. Certainly wrong after that little performance from you".
"Hmmm" Lucifer responded, confident she was not shutting him down, but he could take a little of her awkwardness and her obvious attempts at winding him up. "Oh really?" he continued, pushing her hand further onto his trousers and breathing pointedly as her fingers flexed. "You really think that's the case?" He released her wrist but her palm stayed where it was, massaging and teasing as she could feel how effective her touch was on him. Her other hand was still lingering over the lift panel in a vague threat to cut matters incredibly short.
She undid his belt buckle with one hand, sliding her fingers up and over his abdomen underneath his shirt; the muscles moving underneath his skin. "Woman, you will kill me one day", he said under his breath. It was almost a mutter but with those words, she stepped away again, away from the panel and against the opposite wall, her eyes glowing.
The object of his desire was standing with her ankles crossed and hands clasped together too. He had had enough of the flirting and she felt his hand slide around her neck, lips crashing onto hers as her arms flew around his neck again. She could kiss him for hours on end, feeling his tongue touch hers, before he began to devour the skin of her neck. Her body moved against him of its own accord as he found that spot that always, without fail, sent her sideways. Lucifer could hear her breathing his name in his ear, interspersed with ever so quiet intakes of breath.
"No chance, Detective" she heard as the sensation on her neck caused her to shiver, "no chance in proverbial Hell are you getting out of this building tonight". He spun her around with her squealing in shock and she felt the opposite wall behind her back again.
One hand of his left her waist and she felt the lift jump and shudder back into life again.
It was moving up.