The weight of Lucifer's mouth against her own left Chloe breathless and every instinct was instantly pleading for her to give herself over to him completely. To relax into the overwhelming desires that had pulled at her whenever he touched her, to offer herself to him so he could relax into his own desires that he had made glaringly obvious with his unending advances, to finally give in to the passion that has steadily intensified since the moment their eyes met. Chloe grazed his bottom lip with the tip of her tongue, tempting him to grant her entry to his mouth. A soft, guttural growl escaped him in reply as her tongue slipped playfully into his mouth. His hands suddenly grasped her arms and he pulled away briefly.

"Detective, are quite you sure that we should be doing this after-"

Not giving him time to finish his protest, Chloe began to plant feather light kisses along the curves of his chest. Over and over, she explored her love's body with her mouth and tongue and teeth. Just when he thought he could take no more, she broke away and gazed playfully into his surprised, deep chocolate eyes.

"Lucifer, don't move." Chloe instructed firmly.

She returned her mouth to his chest as she continued her exploration. Her hands worked in tandem with her lips as she nipped, kissed, and caressed her way to his collar bone and shoulder. Nails gently scratching along his skin, she slowly crossed behind him once more and began to map out his sculpted back. The tantric way in which she touched him forced Lucifer's brain to flood with oxytocin and serotonin; he began to feel dizzy once more... drunk on this chemical saturation, he struggled to remain kneeling so he gripped the chair beside him to keep from falling. He had been with hundreds of women... and men, and no one had touched him in this way before. No one had so easily tamed the devil into submission. It made sense, of course. In his entire existence, he finally understood the difference. None of those people were her. While he certainly had lust for his former lovers, none of them were the person he truly loved with all of his soul.

As her fingers and tongue danced across his skin, he yearned to return the favor and bless her flesh with his touch but her firm warning to remain still kept him in place. After all, who was he to break an order from his partner? There was no way for him to explain the sensory intake that was happening in this moment. His dear detective had kissed him in a way he had only fantasized about and now, hidden from his gaze, she was touching his body in ways that made him reach heights of pleasure he didn't even know had existed. He closed his eyes as the muscles along his spine contracted in response to the french kisses more hungrily planted there. Another moan forced itself free from Lucifer's throat as trails of fire followed her hands. Chloe, sensing his need, combed her fingers through his hair and pulled firmly, forcing his eyes skyward. Before he could react, she buried her face in his neck, kissing and sucking the last of his will away.

"Chloe, please," He breathed, now struggling to form a coherent sentence, "I don't know how long I can resist your most impressive advances." A weak chuckle followed as he shook his head and attempted to regain composure.

Returning to face him with a small grin, Chloe raked her nails down his chest, hands finally coming to a stop on his waist. He realized quickly that what Lucifer took to be desire was actually carnal, desperate need to take what she had already claimed as her own. His pleading eyes focused on her face as he desperately tried to ignore her beginning to finger the waistband of his sleep pants. As she pulled the drawstring keeping them tight against his hips, Lucifer sucked in a breath.

"Are you quite sure that we aren't rushing things? As much as I know I'll kick myself for ruining what is absolutely the most erotic experience of my life; Detective, you've only just learned the truth about me. Shouldn't we..." Lucifer swallowed hard and released a long, urgent sigh as Chloe grazed places unknown to her. "...talk first? We have much to discuss. You must have questions other than wanting to see my wings."

Chloe dropped her hands to her sides and cocked her head as she studied her partner. She had been turned down by him before and she knew that it wasn't his lack of desire that had made him stop now. This was his desperate need to make sure that she was comfortable with the revelation that had demolished everything she knew as fact just a few days prior. There was no denying that they wanted each other and in time, they would have the moment they both craved but he was right. She had questions that needed answers and he was the only one who could give them to her. As much as she wanted him, she also wanted clarity on the questions that plagued her since she saw his face. It was as if every blurry "metaphor" that he had ever told her had finally become clear and vibrant with the truth that she had always failed to see. Every declaration. Every promise of the truth. Every moment when he attempted vulnerability only for it to end badly. He had always been honest but now that she knew who he truly was, she needed clarity. She also needed to tell him about her conversation with Trixie and ask that he clear things up with her. There was no way that she could see a future with him if Trixie spent her time thinking that Lucifer didn't like her.

As much as she wanted their moans mixing in the air, their bodies rocking in unison, their combined desires to bring the other pleasure... now was not the time.

Her expression softened back into the innocent Chloe that Lucifer was used to. She wrapped her arms around his torso, hugging him while saying,

"You're absolutely right, Lucifer. We should talk before we," Chloe cleared her throat, "go further."

A wide smile laid on his face as Lucifer returned her massive, suffocating embrace. "Detective, when have you ever known me to be wrong?" Releasing her, he kissed her nose and winked before floating over to the bar. He poured them drinks and headed to the sofa. As he sat, he crossed one leg over the other and deposited her whiskey on the table.

"Won't you join me, detective? I'm an open book; ready and willing to answer all of your questions. Nothing is off limits. Come come." Lucifer patted the seat next to him, then stretched his arm along the back of the Italian leather. Chloe moved to the sofa and sat down, folding her legs underneath her bum, she positioned herself facing him.

"Don't you think you should put a shirt on first?" Chloe made every effort to avoid looking at his chest and cleared her throat, but she couldn't stop herself from stealing glances at the tightness of his body and the way his muscles flexed and relaxed as he moved. Always observant of her growing desire for him, he licked his lips slowly and ran his finger down the line of her jaw as he replied.

"Why detective, am I distracting you? Need I remind you that you were the one who came here to talk, proceeded to snog me, and spent the last 5 minutes accosting me with your mouth while I stood – nay – knelt before you quite helpless. I can continue to restrain myself," Lucifer paused and grinned as his eyes flashed with playful goading. "Question is, can you restrain your desires, detective?"

Chloe, her newfound confidence fueling her actions, took a long sip from her glass whilst never breaking his gaze. She could feel that he was trying to use his powers against her; he had that familiar look in his eye that he often gave to suspects they interrogated. Funny that he was looking at her like this now, considering he knows he had no effect on her. Setting her glass gently back on the table, she unfolded her left leg and hitched it over Lucifer's thighs so she was straddling him. She leaned in to his face and kissed him hard on the mouth, forcing her tongue through his teeth as she buried her hands in his hair. Her lips quickly made their way to his ear, and sucking his ear lobe into her mouth she nibbled it gently. Just as she felt his hands move to her hips and him buck gently under her, she whispered with a small chuckle,

"I don't think I'll have trouble restraining myself, Lucifer. Although it looks as if you might."

As quickly as she was on him, she was back at his side and finishing her drink, a confident and knowing smile plastered on her face.

"Touche, Detective. Touche."

AN: Thanks so much for all the reviews! This is another shorter chapter as I just returned from Motor City Comic Con. Met Tom, Lesley-Ann, and DB and had just the best time (pics on my insta) but someone brought their germs and I am super sick. Didn't want to leave you all hanging without another chapter though. Some requested that things heat up, so this is my offering for that... for now. I'll likely return back to more intimate writing before too long. Next chapter will be a lot of talking and Lucifer clarifying things or just reiterating things that he has already told her but she didn't really believe before. Feel free to offer suggestions if there are things you would like me to add. OR if you have an idea of where you would like me to take this story. I'm also working on a few other pieces, some really smutty.