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ON THE CONTRARY


" NO! Nononononono and...always no, Detective! "

Lucifer folded his arms over his chest and glanced at the unfurled clothes on the young woman's bed – hoping perhaps to reduce them to ashes. Which didn't work. The clothes were still on Chloe's blanket so they should have been on a certain person for about ten minutes.

" Lucifer...", she tried again.

He gave a new stubborn look at the detective before pursuing just as keenly:

" The answer will always be no whatever the language, Detective! Non, nein, nao...! "

Chloe put her hands on her hips, more and more annoyed too. She had first appreciated her partner's apparent distress at the disguise she had chosen for him, but his stubborn refusal to wear it was seriously beginning to be tiresome.

" Well that's a first... Using your tongue cleverly, I mean...", she replied as calmly as possible.

Lucifer lowered his arms along his sides, a nasty smile quickly replacing the previous grimace of disgust. He approached the detective, his smile widening with every step taken in her direction. Finally facing her, he whispered in his deliciously deep voice:

" There are so many ways to use it, Detective..."

The latter closed her eyes briefly, desperate by his bawdy allusion. Chloe quickly opened her eyes and looked her partner in the eye, still too smiling. She had had enough of this sterile struggle.

Lucifer would put on that costume, whether he liked it or not!

He promised.

What Chloe thought it right to remind him:

" You promised, Lucifer! If I remembered your exact words... you promised to behave like a perfect gentleman... Too bad he's not here in this room! If he shows up, tell me! He could start by putting this costume, right? "

Lucifer rolled his eyes and put his hands in his pockets. He gave another dark look to the costume in question before protesting:

" I don't remember having given my consent to wear such ridiculous rags, Detective! "

He exaggerated once more. Or maybe not that much...

The props were pretty simple – possibly -, but Chloe had avoided the traditional angelic toga. Something told her that her partner would have been much less cooperative now if he had had to wear a misshapen dress in addition to the wings and the golden hoop. No. The young woman had shown a certain indulgence for the principal parts of the disguise. There was a thousand times worse than this in store today. Lucifer should be happy!

She looked distractedly at the little fluffy wings on the bed next to the metal hoop. She was impatient to see Lucifer dressed in these cute props. Made her realize that she should take a camera for the occasion. Hopefully, Maze would have the same idea.

Hopefully.

" Lucifer... You agreed that I should take care of your costume! We made a deal, right? ", she tried again.

A last try that hit the bull's eye.

Chloe knew she had won. Lucifer never broke a deal. She had this information from himself. Nothing was more sacred for him, except the truth in all circumstances. Too much truth sometimes... Too often, actually.

Lucifer was going to reply but the words never came. Because there was nothing to say. Chloe was right. He knew it. Her partner gave a disillusioned look at the outfit and the detective. Which she found particularly adorable at this point. It happened to him from time to time... Being adorable. Indirectly. It's time like this that Chloe most enjoyed his company.

Lucifer finally gave up, a deep sigh of frustration escaping from his lips as he took off his Prada jacket a little too abruptly and threw it a little further on the bed. Showing one last time his deep revulsion to put on the most grotesque clothing in the world - according to him. Chloe gave him a satisfied smile while handing him the disguise. Lucifer could hardly hold back a grimace of disgust before he rushed into the detective's bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him.

Once her partner inside, Chloe also let out a brief sigh.

They were finally going to have fun.

For that was the purpose of this maneuver: having fun. A complex challenge for the young woman in relation to this party. A red-letter party. For her and for him. Chloe heard vaguely Lucifer grumble some insults about deals and "human" disguises. She took the empty box – still on the bed – and put it in her dresser near the bathroom.

" Stop complaining, Lucifer! ", she snarled from where she was. " If you're the real Devil, you should see this as an...opportunity to get in touch with your roots! The Devil's supposed to be a fallen angel, after all...", she explained as seriously as possible, closing the drawer of her dresser.

She heard Lucifer utter a mocking exclamation from the bathroom at her comment. The young woman walked away from the furniture and gently came closer to the door, leaning against its doorframe. She could see her partner struggle with the white trousers near the bathtub. Image that immediately make her smile.

" It's very kind of you, Detective... but my roots are located slightly higher! They are more clouds than muddy protuberances, by the way! And I don't really want to get in touch with the feathered jerks who're supposed to be my family...", he mumbled, pulling the pants up to his hips with a brusque gesture.

Chloe barely listened to him, her mind totally absorbed by a new image. A much less pleasant picture. Lucifer – who was still busy spouting nonsense about Heaven and Angels – had turned his back to the door, leaning to the ground to catch the white shirt. Allowing the young woman to stare openly at the deep scars between his shoulder blades.

Scars that gave rise to a fairly stream of questions in Chloe.

She had briefly seen them for the first time at Lucifer's penthouse, a brief sight of excruciating pain. For scars as deep, as...voluminous couldn't be... pleasant. Not in the least. An observation that scared her. That made her want to hold Lucifer in her arms as long as possible. The latter had insinuated the implication of his father in this barbarous act. How a father could... How could a parent even consider such treatment to his own flesh and blood? As a mother, this idea was simply unbearable for Chloe.

Unthinkable. Unimaginable.

She remembered the vague explanations of her partner. His wings... Mazikeen. That made no sense. The first explanation was probably the closest to the truth: his father was responsible for this suffering. Lucifer always showed a tough hatred towards his father... What had happened between them? In addition to this criminal and barbaric act...

Would she ever know?

Probably never.

Not while Lucifer would persist in sticking the identity of the Lord of Hell all the time. Definitively never, then.

Chloe raised her eyes from the scars to the back of the neck and finally met Lucifer's dark eyes. He still held the shirt in his hands and turned towards the door, partly hiding his mutilated back. A big charming smile was born on his lips, small wrinkles at the corners of these accentuated the beauty of his features.

Beauty?

No...no,no,no,no and no!

Chloe didn't want to slip on that slop. Definitely not!

Lucifer wasn't handsome! Well...yes, he was quite... very...

" You can touch, Detective...", he invited her in a soft voice, finally putting the white shirt on him – just letting glimpse his clean-shaven and muscled torso.

Chloe felt a stifling heat inflame her cheeks and the rest of her face. She was probably as scarlet as her bodice. The young woman turned her head away, focusing her attention anywhere else than her partner's horribly tempting body. She replied in an uncertain voice:

" Thanks but no thanks! I don't want to puke my meal, Lucifer..."

The latter laughed briefly at her remark but didn't rise it. Chloe walked away from the door and sit her bed – waiting for her partner to reappear as angelic as the disguise would allow. And also to calm down. She still felt a soft warmth at the level of her cheeks, heat that came more tickle her epidermis to the thought of the Lucifer's bare body and his look...

A direct entry towards the very principle of lust and desire.

The detective closed her eyes forcefully, hoping thus to subdue the few circumstantial distractions of her mind.

No way to fall into his net! She was the demon tonight...and him the perfect cherub. If someone had to be tempted this night, it would be him...

An interesting idea...

Which would have the merit of amusing her. They were already well on the way to reversing the roles, right? Why not going a little further...?

Chloe heard the creaking of the door leading to the bathroom and instinctively turned toward the noise. She opened her mouth, quite surprised by the final result. Lucifer walked out of the bathroom without a glance at the detective before he stood in front of her, looking dark. Chloe scrutinized him carefully, delighted and surprised at the same time.

It's true that the tiny wings partially visible beyond his flanks were rather ridiculous, just as the golden hoop tangling back and forth as he moved. Apart from that... Lucifer was pretty attractive... Not as usual... Newly attractive. The white suited him perfectly, accentuating the perfection of his skin. Her partner moves his shoulders briefly, apparently feeling uncomfortable with these ludicrous props. She gauged the cotton shirt partly turned up to the elbows and his wrists with silver leather bracelet. There was nothing wrong with the pants.

The whole gave at once a magnificent and ridiculous result.

A point of ridicule that threatened to provoke the young woman's laugh. Which Lucifer seemed to foresee, giving to his partner a dark look while pulling a little on the sides of his shirt. She narrowly laugh, unable to keep from smiling to the ears at Lucifer's face.

It was really worth it.

" I still don't understand why humans are persuaded that angels rhymes with white! ", he said – giving a puzzled look at his reflection in the mirror, a shiver of disgust disrupting his features. " Where did they read this? In the Bible? A bunch of nonsense, Detective! I know what I'm saying...And what about the hoop? What's the bloody upshot here? You really think we play Frisbee with that?!... Because it's its one and single utility! "

" I think it suits you very well, Lucifer... You should dress like that more often, in fact! ", the detective said , turning around him.

Lucifer rolled his eyes again, exasperated. It was really hard for him to avoid tearing off the disguise and smashing it to a pulp. Obviously. Chloe savored her victory. Seeing her partner tricked thus out was far more enjoyable that she might have thought.

This new year was really full of promises.

The detective never thought she'd be so impatient to get to the precinct for this.

Her partner waited as patiently as he could for her to stop turning around him with a smile three times round her own head. A smile the young woman couldn't make it disappear. And that she didn't want to. Lucifer narrowed his eyes, sounding his suspicious look at Chloe.

" Is that the reason of my presence tonight? " , he insinuated in a breath.

Chloe pretended no to understand the meaning of his words, narrowing her eyes with incomprehension. Lucifer wasn't, however, fooled. A strange gleam passed through her partner's eyes, a gleam that she couldn't define. A disturbing gleam, yet. She knew Lucifer well enough to know she wouldn't get away with this so easily.

He stopped staring at her after a while and headed for the corridor, under Chloe's worried look. Lucifer turned to her on the doorstep and offered her his hand, urging her to follow him.

" Let's not keep your colleagues waiting, Detective...After all, it would be very criminal not to show your wonderful outfit to the rest of the police station! ", he said in an abnormally calm tone.

A tone that wasn't good at all for Chloe.

On the contrary.


To be continued with..."Together"


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