A/N: No lemons, but a bit of cuteness. Hope you enjoy!

She stood in the doorway of the closet. The side opposite her held a ridiculous number of expensive suits. She did have to admit, he looked good in a suit. On her left, was shoes, ties, and coordinating pocket squares. To the right were shirts.

On the floor in front of her was the body of LAPD Detective Chloe Decker.

Maria sat on the floor next to Chloe's head. She whispered something and touched Chloe's cold forehead. A faint glow appeared where her hand touched Chloe's skin.

"Just in case. But you'll be safe here. No one is coming anywhere near here."

Maze and Maria made arrangements to keep the cleaning people out of the penthouse until the happy couple returned from their honeymoon.

Maria didn't have to worry about supplies, they were really simple actually. What worried Maria was keeping herself together while they waited. How do you go about life in a normal way, while you wait to hear if The Devil knocked up one of your customers?

Maria decided she was going to light a candle on her way home. She wasn't sure if it would do anything, but it made her feel better.

Lucifer walked into the closet and the lights came on as he did. Chloe didn't know if it was celestial powers or a motion-sensitive light switch. Chloe stood in the doorway to take it in. Lucifer had an impressive number of suits for being in Hell, along with shoes and shirts. But when she looked to the right she saw her wardrobe, like her clothes - her wardrobe. Not like an item-for-item reproduction, but a reasonable approximation. What she also noticed was the items weren't H&M or Target quality, like she was used to, but these were designer jeans and custom jackets. He did this for her, and put a lot of attention into it.

Chloe wrapped her arms around Lucifer and kissed him.

Lucifer moaned happily. "If you keep that up, we won't be getting dressed at all today."

"Would that be so bad?" Chloe countered.

"I would like to feed you. And maybe show you a little bit of what happens down here. You are the Queen of Hell now, whether or not you were looking for the title."

"I suppose we could do a bit of a tour." Chloe appreciated the point he was making. But he was very distracting when he was naked; so, she told him so.

The two got dressed. Lucifer in a three-piece charcoal grey suit, and an aubergine shirt. Chloe wore a persimmon sundress with a floral pattern and a fitted black blazer over top. Lucifer looked her over, "You look even better in that than I thought you would." Chloe slipped into some wedges, giving her an extra inch of height, and getting her closer to Lucifer's lips, which she kissed by way of a thank you.

Lucifer escorted Chloe out onto the stone patio to wait, while he went inside to fetch their brunch, well at this point it was past brunch and just picked up their lunch. He reemerged with two plates. Each had a fried egg sandwich, and a small salad. There was a pitcher of ice water on the table with two glasses.

"So, you really can get ice water in Hell?" Chloe mused at the old saying.

"Just you and I; call it Royal Privileges." Chloe paused at that, because Lucifer was serious. Chloe had forgotten exactly where they were, and what Hell was all about.

"You cooked this?" Noticing he wasn't gone long enough to do anything but pick up plates.

"Not exactly. My realm, my powers. I can make anything I want down here. Great coffee, killer wardrobe, decent lunch."

Lucifer sat beside Chloe at the small table, rather than across from her. It allowed them to hold hands and stay connected. Any extended physical separation for them and Chloe began to feel chills. Chloe and Lucifer ate their lunch while Lucifer answered Chloe's questions and pointed out certain landmarks in the distance.

When they were done eating, Lucifer stood, revealed his wings and offered Chloe a hand to help her up. She took his hand and stood.

"Ready for the real view?" Lucifer asked, and Chloe nodded.

He stood behind her and carefully lifted her up in his arms, the same way he had flown her here. He took her up to his throne, above the caverns and pits. He sat in his throne, her resting in his lap. She carefully spun, so that she sat up in his lap.

"This is why only an angel can take the throne. There is literally no one other than those of us with wings who can sit here."

They sat in silence for a moment, Chloe hadn't had time to look at the landscape, or more literally, the hellscape.

"Where did you go this morning?" she asked, looking for him to point, and he did. The place was easy to spot, as it was currently on fire.

"While I was gone, there were plenty who fell out of line. It's my duty to restore order while I'm here."

"And I can't be with you for that?"

"No. You make me vulnerable. I don't know what would happen if someone tried to kill me here with you around, but I can't risk it. I certainly can't show any vulnerability, especially in connection with you. I know that I need some of that humanity with you, if only for us to be able to conceive. But for your safety, for our family's safety, I can't bring you with me when I go out there."

"So, if you need to be human around me to make babies together, how did it happen for Amenadiel and Linda?"

"So quickly we move from 'I do' to 'babies' in the plural." He joked, because the idea certainly didn't seem to bother him. "For a time, Amenadiel lost his powers, he was mortal and vulnerable. And during that time, he was with Linda. I suppose it's part of whatever cockamamie plan my Father has cooked up."

"Well, Charlie won't be the only half-angel in Los Angeles."

"It's true."

Lucifer sat while Chloe sat in his lap, taking in the very ominous view. Lucifer rubbed his chest.

"Is everything okay?" Chloe spotted his discomfort.

"Yes, I'm fine. Though, I feel a bit like the Grinch, whose heart grew three sizes."

"What do you mean?" Chloe was certainly confused.

"I think I've got the answer to that question you asked me."

"The half-baked hunch is done?"

"Yes," he chuckled. "When my Father wed us, he blessed us, more than any church wedding could ever do. When we're separate, we suffer the way anyone in Hell does, in the absence of God and his love. But when we're together, we have his blessing and are no longer suffering."

"Together, Hell isn't a punishment for us."

"Exactly," Lucifer told her. He sat, with a sad smile on his face, knowing she would figure it out and ask, any second.

"So before," Chloe started, trying to find the right phrasing. "For all the years."

"Millenia," Lucifer offered in interruption.

"For the millennia you were down here. You were suffering."

Lucifer closed his eyes, he didn't want to show her the tears that had started to collect.

Chloe curled up around him, and began to kiss him, not on the lips, not with passion, but with love. She kissed his temple, his forehead, the opposite cheek, and finally his lips. She broke the kiss to lean her forehead against his. They held each other close and sat, together. They remained like that for a long time, content with each other, until they finally flew back to their residence.