Just like that, he had pushed away from her and was heading to the kitchen. Chloe stood, shell-shocked, watching his naked back disappear around the corner. She had forgotten how horrendous his scars were. This would be so much easier if he was the one dimensional, play boy persona that he pretended. But seeing those scars brought up so many other memories of Lucifer. He was more complex, and he was vulnerable at times. If she let herself think of Lucifer like that, what little fight she had left would dissipate.

While Chloe was lost in thought, Lucifer was making another drink and frantically trying to regain his composure. He felt childish, like a teenager desperate for a snog. He poured a glass for her and turned to the panel of buttons and switches mounted to the wall. The sound system was state of the art but it took him no time at all to find the playlist that fit his mood. Miguel crooned softly in the background as he left the kitchen with their drinks in hand.

Chloe was still standing by the table, deep in thought. He tried to ignore how beautiful she looked, or how much his nerves seemed to jump to attention as he walked closer. Wordlessly handing her the second glass, he stalked away to the living room. She followed him, unsure what exactly she wanted from this moment, but knowing that she wanted to be near him.

As they settled on their opposite sides of the couch once more, Chloe recognized the background music. It was sweet and tortured, just like the man sitting next to her. She was working up the courage to break the easy silence when Lucifer spoke first.

"Mind Control," he stated matter of fact, a hint of his typical debonair attitude seeping into the single phrase.

"What?" Chloe answered, blindsided by this detour in conversation.

"That is my working theory on how I was forced into becoming Mr. Decker." His eyes glittered with snark as he spoke. Chloe found herself laughing so deep that her body shook. It reminded Lucifer of the picture of them the previous night. Her hair hung loose and shook around her smiling face as she leaned back to laugh.

"Hypnotism?" She managed to eke out as her laughter subsided. "Maybe I can get you to bark like a dog later…" It was a relief to be back into their usual banter. Chloe had to admit it was unsettling how quickly they could go from serious tension to gentle teasing. Lucifer snorted.

"Oh Detective, I never bark but I do bite." Was his light response. He leaned back into the sofa's cushions and she had to admit he looked far more like a predatory feline than a dog. His muscles rippled under his bare skin and there was no doubt that if necessary he could pounce at a moment's notice.

"Oh, I've figured it out: Aliens." Chloe offered, steering back to the amusing conversation.

"Don't be absurd, if my Father had more interesting play things in this universe, I assure you I would have found them." Chloe giggled at the incredulous look on his face at her suggestion.

"I think we were drugged." Chloe stated in a slightly more solemn tone.

"With what, elephant tranquilizers? I am not easily chemically altered..." Lucifer said with the same staunchness he used when explaining his divine background.

"It makes the most sense," She began. "Maybe a new variation of roofie." A brief silence settled while they both adjusted to the explanation.

"Well, there is no one I would rather be roofied with." Lucifer said. His voice was nonchalant but Chloe suspected it was an act.

"First thing when we get back, I'm telling the Brittanys," She said with a playful smile.

"You wound me Detective. Here I am being the paramount of virtue with my own wife, and you intend to impugn my reputation. I expect you to speak nothing except praises about my prowess when we return, I do have an image to uphold." To solidify his horror, he lifted his forearm to cover his eyes. In overdramatic fashion, he faked fainting with his arm covering his face. Chloe smiled at his childishness and waited for his little scene to end.

It was just a minute or two before she realized that his breath had become steady. Did he really sleep? It seemed too…normal for him but she shook off that thought as crazy. In fairness, she had gotten a chance to rest earlier that day. Taking extra care not to wake him, Chloe went to fix herself another drink. When she returned, he was still in the same position and his chest moved rhythmically.

Chloe Decker sipped her drink while her eyes drank in her partner. He was so less confusing like this: quiet. She could finally look at him without facing his little quips. More than that, she could think straight, without his innuendos clouding her thought process. She knew she felt something for him, maybe giving in the tiniest bit wouldn't hurt.

Their light lunch combined with the smooth bourbon left her feeling bold. She downed the last sip and placed the glass quietly on the carpet. Sinking to her knees on the floor, she crawled tentatively the few feet to where he lay. Chloe's hand shook as she reached toward his face. Her fingers stroked his cheek and she again felt the stubble that had made her entire body break out in goosebumps earlier. Next, she started at the base of his necks. She drew her fingers down his chest. He was soft and so warm.

Lucifer was in agony. Is this what patience got you? It was the most intense torture he had ever experienced, and he was the expert. He struggled to keep his breath from catching and notifying his punisher of his consciousness. Fingertips fluttering over his bare chest with a lightness that contrasted the effect it has having on him. Chloe stopped a few times, to check on whether she was waking him, but he would be damned if he was going to be the one to stop this. When she brushed over his hardened nipple his mind went completely blank. If this kept up much longer, she was going to notice that she had woken something up, no matter how long he feigned sleep. The slacks grew tighter and he fought the urge to writhe to relieve the pressure.

He thought he was so smart. Chloe had caught him peek one eye open when she had explored his nipple. Once she had realized that he was awake, she figured it was her turn to tease him for once. It made her feel heady with power. His muscles were tense with the concentration to keep still. It made her bolder still. She really did affect him. In fact, if she read the signs his body was giving off, he was a powerless under her touch. It sparked an idea. Let's see how convincing he was at sleeping after this.

Lucifer felt her hair first. The ends tickled everything they touched. Next her breath was hot on his skin. He was sure that he flinched but she didn't seem to notice, thank Father. Chloe stuck out her tongue and ran it slowly down a section of his ribs. When she got to his side, she pressed her whole mouth to him in a wet kiss and sucked lightly. Lucifer drew blood biting the inside of his cheek to keep the animalistic growl from escaping. Another new sensation for the newly vulnerable immortal.

It was too much, he had moved to biting his arm as Chloe's kisses had travelled down his side and she nipped at the top of his hip bone. He wasn't known for his self-control to begin with, and this amount of restraint had better qualify him for sainthood. She noticed him shift slightly and saw a flash of teeth as they sunk into his arm. Lucifer's restraint touched Chloe. He had truly meant it when he promised that he would wait for her move. The trust she had for him grew even more. She respected him, she realized with a start. And she wanted him.