First of all, thank you so much for all of your amazing reviews! The response to the last chapter was overwhelming. So thank you all for that. This is another smaller chapter for you. Bit more fluff, but don't worry, there's more tension to come. ;) And a few days ago I did write a Devilish Lucifer scene. And Mum will make an appearance as well! I hope you all enjoy this, thank you for reading! And as always, please let me know what you think!
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The day is long and trying for Chloe's nerves. One place leads to another, but at least her wait at the DMV lets her make some other phone calls to the precinct and insurance company to name a few. Lucifer is true to his word and retrieves her car back to Lux while she's at the DMV even though she doesn't exactly know how and Lucifer sort of dodges the question which means it's either a little shady or he doesn't want to lie to her. There are many phone calls, many stops, most of which leave Lucifer waiting with surprising patience in the car, tapping away at his phone.
For the most part, Chloe doesn't ask what he finds so interesting, for all she knows it's porn. Only when she asks him to go to a retail store so she can get some more clothes does he seem interested at all. But when she names a place, Lucifer just shakes his head and waves his hand dismissively.
"Absolutely not! If we have to replace your entire wardrobe, surely we can do a little something better than that." Lucifer holds up his hand before Chloe can object. "I'm not judging your sense of style, Detective. Most days you look ravishing." He reassures with a little smile as he looks her over appraisingly. "But surely if you have to replace your clothes, you could go for something of a little more quality. I believe Maze got you enough clothes for a few days, and you seem to be taking to them rather well." He says as he considers it for a few moments. "I would suggest going to the same stores that she got your clothes from, but I'm fairly sure the price tags alone would make your head explode, and I rather like it the way it is." he says with a little smirk.
"No. Lucifer, no. I can buy my own clothes just fine. The few outfits Maze got are very nice. They're even ones I might have chosen for myself. But I can tell that they're way out of my price range. And I can't let you spend that kind of money on me, Lucifer." Chloe says with a firm shake of her head as she looks at her partner. He may be rich as all get out, but she can't take advantage of that.
Rolling his eyes a little, Lucifer sighs in exasperation. "Detective, I have plenty of money. It would take significant effort for me to use it all on my own. Even with Maze's help." He insists as he watches her, before he sighs a little. "I want to do this for you." He insists in a firm tone. "You have just lost everything, and while you will get some insurance money it surely won't be able to cover everything. Use the money you would have spent on your own clothes on a new home, or your spawn." He insists as he watches her, knowing that one sure way to get the Detective to let him help her is to bring up Trixie's needs. She would always put her child first. Though he's still hoping he can convince her to stay with him for a while.
It's a difficult thing, knowing you're being manipulated but also being able to see the truth in the manipulation. Chloe sighs a little before she closes her eyes and shakes here had a little. She knows what her decision will be even though she fights against making it and finally drops her chin to her chest, opening her eyes and throwing her arms up in exasperation. "FINE! Fine. But have Maze do the shopping. Not you." She says firmly as she points at her partner. "She.. knows.. apparently.. what I like to wear. And you would probably try to put me in something... more like.. you." She vaguely motions to his own clothing with a shake of her head. "And I'm not even sure I'm comfortable with the underwear Maze bought me, I am not having you shopping for that stuff. I don't need you looking at me wondering just what pair I'm wearing today." She points out in a firm tone as she looks at him.
"Oh.. well, Detective. I hadn't quite thought of buying your knickers, but.. now I am curious what Maze bought you.." Lucifer muses in an intrigued tone, looking her over slowly. "You are right, of course. If I were to buy such things for you, I certainly would be wondering what you were wearing on any given day. Not sure I could help m'self." He says thoughtfully, grinning more broadly. "Tell me, Detective, what exactly has you displeased about Maze's current selections?" He asks as he looks her over. "Is it silk? Oh, a thong?" He asks, eyes dropping to her hips. "Lace?" He asks, looking at Chloe's face for any indication that his guesses might be more on the money. When he sees her blush, his eyebrows go up. "Ohhh.. lace it is.. color me intrigued, Detective." He considers for a few moments, leaning slightly over the console toward her. "Is it just the sexiness of it that bothers you, or is it actually uncomfortable?" He asks, seeming genuinely concerned and curious.
"Lucifer." Chloe hisses in a scolding tone as she looks at him, trying her best to glare at him, even if she is blushing and getting a little flustered by the casual discussion of the underwear Maze bought her. "We.. are not.. having a conversation about my underwear." She says with a firm shake of her head.
"My, my, Detective. So sensitive. You are the one who started this topic of conversation. The least you could do is answer my very simple question. I simply want to know the reason why you dislike what Maze bought you. Then I can properly tell her what not to get you." Lucifer points out logically, his face free of any lecherous grins, actually being the picture of innocence as he looks at her.
It frustrates Chloe to admit that once again, Lucifer is right. She led the conversation in this direction and she can't get mad at him for reacting. Tilting her head back a little to look at the sky, she is glad that they're just sitting in a relatively empty parking lot. Finally, she looks back at Lucifer, who is somehow still maintaining his innocent facade. "It's not.. uncomfortable." She finally says as she looks at him, pressing her lips together for a moment and noticing the way Lucifer's eyes flicker down to them before back to her eyes. "I guess.. I'm just not.. used to the style. It just makes me a little self-conscious. Like... like everyone will /know/. Being a female detective puts me under a lot of scrutiny, Lucifer. I'm used to being examined." She explains as she looks at him, forcing herself to meet his eyes.
Lucifer gently takes her hand in his and gives it a light squeeze. "I assure you, Detective. No one instinctively knows what you're wearing under all that. And how could they? It's not like you wear anything that is ever revealing enough to show it off. Much to my disappointment." he finally smiles a little as he watches her, though it's less lecherous, more affectionate. "Even your male counterparts wouldn't be able to tell. If I can't tell, surely none of them can. And believe me, I am looking." he says with slightly more flirty smirk as he looks her over slowly again. "The only true question is.. Does wearing it make you feel good about yourself? Do you like it?" He asks curiously, brushing his thumb across her knuckles slowly.
Trying to actually pay attention to what Lucifer's saying and not brush it off as more ridiculousness, Chloe watches him for a few moments. "Well.. I don't know." She finally admits in a quieter tone, a little self-conscious. "It's really comfortable." She admits reluctantly with a small nod of her head, shifting a little in her seat. "I've never thought about how underwear makes me feel. It's just.. something you wear." She admits with a little shrug, looking down at where her hand is resting in Lucifer's.
"Oh, Detective.." Lucifer murmurs softly as he looks at Chloe. "You really need to learn about the nicer things. Have more confidence in yourself as a woman." He says gently as he watches her. "And as much as I would like to assist you with this, I know you wouldn't be comfortable with that. Instead, next time you change, or get dressed, take a moment. Put on a set of those lacy under clothes and take a moment to look at yourself in a mirror. Look at the color, the fit. If it makes you feel beautiful, or sexy, that will give you more confidence even if no one else can see it. Not that you have problems in the confidence department. Just trust me on this, Detective. Worse case scenario, you look at yourself and see nothing different at all." He shrugs slightly but smiles, eyes moving over Chloe's face as he admires her.
"That's.. that's actually not a horrible idea. You're always surprising me, Lucifer." Chloe says with a little smile as she looks at him, finding herself leaning toward him a little. Taking a bit of a chance, she lifts her free hand and trails her fingertips over his jaw gently. She notices the way he goes almost completely still, his face uncertain but he neither moves toward or away from her. She smiles a little as she looks into her eyes, sliding her palm against his jaw to cup his cheek gently. "Thank you, Lucifer." She says quietly, hesitating before she leans in and gives him a tender kiss.
Afraid to move lest he scare his Detective away, Lucifer freezes when Chloe touches his face. That was unexpected. Maybe all the talk about lacy underwear actually did affect his partner somewhat. With her hand against his cheek, he very narrowly avoids tilting his head into her hand, still not sure if he might scare her off with a sudden movement. When her lips touch his, Lucifer is shocked, but he lets his eyes close as he slowly returns the kiss, savoring the feel of her lips on his. Their first kiss he always imagined would be hard, passionate, hungry. The sexual tension between them has always been almost electric. This, this feeling is completely new to their relationship and to Lucifer as well. When the kiss ends, he opens his eyes slowly and looks at Chloe in confusion. "Detective?" He asks softly in a hesitant tone.
For a moment after the kiss, Chloe lets her hand rest on Lucifer's cheek before she slides it away. "Don't overthink it, Lucifer." She replies with a smile before she leans back in her seat, taking a deep breath and licking her lower lip for a moment. "So, um.. we only have a few more stops." She says as she recovers herself, pulling her hand out of his slowly.
"Yes.. Very well." Lucifer says in a soft tone as he sits back in his seat as well, adjusting his jacket a little before he starts the car, mentally skipping over the stops that they were going to make for the clothing, before he starts off to their next destination. He stays quiet as he tries to figure out what prompted Chloe to kiss him and what exactly it means. Was it just gratitude, or was she finally starting to give in to her desires? Either way, every time she touched him, her kiss, it was all intoxicating in a way that even the strongest alcohol wasn't.
There was nothing about the kiss that Chloe regretted. In fact, she couldn't help but smile a little, turning her head away from Lucifer so he wouldn't see it. It was perfect actually. She always thought that kissing Lucifer would be a tug of war, that he would be overwhelming and demanding. She knew he would have a lot of skill, he had kissed probably hundreds or more women. Who knew how many. What she didn't expect was just how warm and soft his lips would be, or the almost tentative way he kissed her, like he was afraid she would break if he pushed too much. It definitely gave her the warm and fuzzies inside and made her want to kiss him more. Maybe he was right. Maybe he was like heroin. Very habit forming.
