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This chapter and then the epilogue! Don't think the next 2 chapters need to be changed from rated T lol

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Lucifer didn't awaken slowly or peacefully, instead his eyes snapped open and he bolted upright from his comfortable bed only to be pushed gently, but firmly back against the pillows.

"Take it easy." Said a familiar, soothing voice. "You've been out for hours."

Glancing at his bed guest he frowned and arched his brow. "I thought I said clothing was non-essential, Detective."

Chloe didn't bother hiding her grin, or hold herself back from doing what she'd wanted to do the last few days and wrapped her arms around him, embracing him tightly. She'd never been so happy to hear his voice or his lewd comments. He was back.

"You've had us worried." Pulling away, she fixed him with her most serious stare, daring him to make a joke of what had happened.

"I'm fine Detective, really. There is no need to worry." Lucifer wasn't used to this sort of caring and didn't really know what to do. In truth he was feeling much better, still slightly tired, yet that was to be expected from having a supernatural Cherub trying to destroy his entire being from the inside out. At the same time he was scared to ask what this meant for them now that she knew what he was. Although, she did seem to be handling the knowledge quite well. "I'm sure your offspring needs you much more than I do."

Her head cocked to the side and an expression so painfully sad covered her features. "Lucifer," she said softly, waiting until he met her gaze. "I'm not going anywhere."

She said it so sincerely and he swore he felt the weight he carried on his shoulders vanish at her words. This beautiful human, so small in the grand scheme of things, yet so important to this lonely Devil. Chloe was the fuel that ignited the fire within him. She was bringing back the light so that he could finally see past the darkness. Chloe Decker was the true Light Bringer, and Lucifer had never been so determined not to mess something up.

"Thank you, Chloe." He spoke the words barely more than a whisper, but she heard them and a beaming smile stretched across her face.

"This won't change things between us, Lucifer. You're still the same pain in my ass that you always have been, it's just now things make a little more sense." She laughed at his childish pout and with everything that had happened over the past few days and the thought of never seeing him again, she pushed aside her reservations and leaned in, pausing just a breath away from meeting his lips and when his eyes widened and his tongue darted out to wet his lips, Chloe was done for. She kissed him with a desperation she hadn't known existed. Her fingers combing through his ruffled hair and gripping the short strands as she pulled him closer. Holy hell, she thought. Kissing Lucifer was like finding water in the middle of the desert, she couldn't bare to release him and it seemed he was having the same problem. He pulled her closer to him till she was practically sitting on his lap, his fingers buried in her hair and kissing her so deeply that she wasn't sure who was breathing for who.

By the time they separated they were both panting for breath, yet neither one willing to let the other go.

"Chloe...I..." He started but he didn't know if he could say the words. Those three words that humans said all too often and took back even quicker. No, he wasn't in love with her. It was something so much deeper than that. Chloe was his everything, his reason to smile, to laugh, to be a better man and that also terrified him. This human could ask for his heart and he would give it to her, he would even rip it from his chest with his bare hands if he ever did anything to hurt her.

Her finger placed against his lips silenced him from saying any more. She shook her head, somehow able to see the war being waged inside his head. "You don't have to say anything, Lucifer. I know you care about me, and right now, that's enough." She cupped his cheek, glad that his temperature was back to normal levels and pressed a slow kiss to his surprisingly soft lips. "I care about you too."

The Devil leaned into her hand, before turning his head and placing a kiss on her palm. "You have no idea, Chloe Decker."

With his head tilted to look up at her, pale eyes gazing down on him with such affection, her blonde tresses flowing down over her shoulders like a halo of gold, he couldn't recall ever seeing something so breathtakingly beautiful and suddenly he found it hard to breath.

He pulled her to him once more. Kissing Chloe was like nothing he'd ever experienced before and he couldn't get enough. With tongues dancing together and teeth nipping, Lucifer was in a new kind of heaven and this was one he was unwilling to get thrown out of.

"Stay with me?" he asked hesitantly against her lips, trailing his fingers through her hair.

"I'm not going anywhere."

Lucifer smiled warmly and pulled her closer, burying his head in the crook of her neck and held her tightly. He enjoyed the feel of her fingers tracing delicate patterns across the bare skin of his back. It was soothing him and he briefly wondered if she had her own powers over him.

He pulled her down on top of him then rolled so that he was now on top. His entire body covering every inch of hers.

He dipped his head, lips barely a breath from hers and stared deep into her soul with those dark, penetrating onyx coloured eyes. When their lips met, he put everything he had into that kiss, all of his passion and desire, his broken and beaten down soul. He gave her everything, holding nothing back.

Chloe tried to catch her breath, her chest heaving and her cheeks flushed as he hovered above her. The heat from his body setting her own ablaze.

Who knew kissing the Devil would be like this, she thought. Then she pulled him to her once more.


Lucifer poured himself a drink and then another for Chloe who was still resting in his bed. A wide grin spread across his face at their earlier activities. She certainly had moves that made even the Devil blush and he was looking forward to finding out what else she'd be willing to do.

The elevator door' hissing open made him pause and when he saw his trusty Demon enter the room he gave her a wolfish smirk.

"Maze," he greeted, then proceeded to pour a third glass for her.

She took the offered glass, trying to contain her surprise and gave him a nod of thanks.

"Feeling better are we?" she prodded, her eyebrow quirked suggestively as she glanced toward the bedroom then back at her creator.

"Much better." He walked toward the sofa and sat down, taking a drink before setting it carefully on the table.

"How bad?" she asked, never one to beat around the bush.

Lucifer scowled slightly, not needing her to elaborate. "He's putting up quite the fight, but he is still contained. No need to fear Maze. I have him under control."

"We thought that before," she told him, moving from the seat across from him she settled by his side, where she would always reside. "You need to be more careful. Others may try."

The Devil turned to glare at his Demon. "Are you doubting me Maze?"

"No. But this got bad Lucifer. What if Amenadiel hadn't shown up?" she knew she was pushing this, yet he needed to hear it. "He had her by the throat."

Lucifer's eyes widened, his face paling drastically. "What?"

"She's fine, as you already saw. I'm just trying to make you aware of how bad it was. If the situation changes, even slightly, promise me you'll let me know and we can figure something out." Maze was certain he would fight Samael with everything he had, but if for any reason that changed, she needed to know.

"You have my word."

"Good." She lifted her glass to her lips and smiled wickedly. "So how was it?"

Lucifer chuckled and stood from the sofa. "Goodnight Maze." He sauntered back toward his bedroom leaving the Demon hanging.

"Spoil sport." She grouched, then remembered Lucifer had hired a new bartender that she hadn't introduced herself to yet. Well, if he wasn't going to share, then neither was she. With her confident stride she made her way back to the elevator and down to the club.

It had been an exhausting few days and she needed to let off some steam.

Someone was about to be a very lucky mortal indeed.