Raving as usual, LUX was wild tonight. Slithering around the crowd like snakes, Lucifer and Chloe clasped their hands together and made their way through the craziness. Bumping shoulders and other various limbs with everyone else in the club, the crowd was jumping so high it seemed like waves in an endless sea. The music pounded on but even something within Chloe was grooving with it. (AN = Copy this into Google: watch?v=5hEh9LiSzow). The bass dropped and it was more like a frenzy within the building. Lucifer's hand escaped from Chloe's and she became lost within the light and sound. Welcomed in by the crowd, there became no escape. Closing her eyes, her arms seemed to raise automatically as well as the sway in her body.
Lost describes a feeling of panic usually, but this was different. This type of lost was like a freedom being given. This loss felt like bliss within her hips, and her brain was finally clear as if nothing else mattered. This loss was like being found, with no worry within her world. She wasn't thinking about her daughter Trixie, or her ass of an ex-husband Dan, or work, or an open case, or even Lucifer. This moment was completely Chloe's.
At first Lucifer had tried to reconnect them, but the way Chloe had looked with her eyes close was something he had never really encountered with this woman. Chloe seemed to be letting go, how could he interrupt that? Lucifer figured that if only for a moment, he would leave her. Something told him he had to remind Maze of something anyway. Heading towards the bar, he still kept an eye on the girl in the tight red dress.
"If you had told me I would be seeing your pet letting loose on our dance floor four months ago, I wouldn't have believed you," Mazikeen commented, her head tilted in puzzlement. "However, this music is terrible Lucifer."
"I am aware Maze, but it is what the new crowd enjoys. Remember that conversation we had about getting young people in here? We have to compromise. Besides, I don't think it is terrible. It's just not our usual smooth jazz or rock and roll," Lucifer explains. "And yes Maze, you are quite right about the Detective."
Maze makes a sound similar to a snort as she fixes the cleavage in her revealing outfit. "You are really rubbing off on her."
"Well, I have been telling her to let loose. You know, let her hair down sort of thing. She has just been so uptight since..." Lucifer's thought trails off, momentarily transporting him back to three months ago.
"Since the accident," Maze finishes for him. "Are you still blaming yourself Lucifer?"
Lucifer's head shakes and falls slightly. "I should have known Maze, I should have been there. I should have been able to figure it out sooner."
Sighing, Mazikeen begins to try and relieve his pity party. "You got there in the nick of time, just imagine what would have happened if you didn't. Chloe is alive Lucifer, you need to move on. Stop focusing on the should and start focusing on the now."
Lucifer nods in agreement. Hoping to change the subject quickly to avoid these nasty things called emotions, he begins to ask Maze about tonight plans. "You brought dinner upstairs already?"
"And re-stocked the vodka, considering this afternoon you drank most of it," Maze mutters.
"I am nervous Maze, forgive me for being on the edge. Besides, you know it has no effect on me anyways."
With an eyebrow raise, she leans in close. "Debatable. Are you ready to go steal her away?"
"I guess I should," Lucifer hops off of his bar stool, straightening out his suit by running his hands down the fabric. "Thank You Maze. Really. You've been so helpful and considerate over these past few months."
With a black heart filled with guilt and worry, Maze just simply thanks him for noticing and watches the man walk away. Amenadiel hadn't tried anything didn't stop the feeling that she was getting. Maze knew that she had granted that angel important information, and the possibilities of what he could do with it was endless. She hadn't told Lucifer it was her. Why should she if nothing has happened yet?
Yet...
The lighting was dim in Lucifer's penthouse suite above the bar. Chloe's eye squint in the struggle to make out what is in the darkness. Slender arms stretched forward. "Can we please have some light Lucifer?" She tries to ask kindly, not even sure exactly where he is. A flash of sparks light along with a match, which is used by strong fingers to light candles around the room. When she can finally see, she feels fingers lace with her outstretched ones.
"Aren't you bright enough, Detective?" Lucifer whispers, sending a shiver of pleasure down Chloe's spine. With a gentle grip Lucifer lead her over to their table. The overlay was a red tablecloth of satin fabric. Like a true gentleman, Lucifer pushed in Chloe's chair as she sat before making his was around her left to his own seat. Stretching out his fingers, he began to explain the meal in front of them. "Tonight we are having a single Cajun Chicken breast, with three pieces of the hottest wings in Los Angeles, and topped off with a side of spaghetti noodles drenched in a mariana sauce of my clubs invention using only the hottest peppers around the world."
Chloe's eyes widened and a smirk took over her figures. Her nose burned at the smell of what she knew would be a delicious meal. "So spicy, spicy and more spicy?"
"Would you expect anything less from the devil himself?" Lucifer joked, sipping his scotch as Chloe already began to reach for her water to wash away the burning sensation within her mouth.
Her breath slightly heavy, she asks "Suppose I continue to believe in this metaphor you live in, what are some things I should know persay?"
"What do you mean?" Lucifer inquires.
"Well...on this earth we have vicious animals, terrible human beings whom murder others, and shitheads in all walk of life. What does your world fear?"
Sighing over the topic of choice hitting too close to home, Lucifer obliges to talk about it anyway. "I mean it depends on your perspective. I mean if we look at the angel's perspective then we have to fear the devil, demons, ghosts, and more. If we look from my perspective, we have to fear the angels themselves."
A snort left Chloe's nose without meaning to. Trying to recover, she reached for her own drink. "You believe in ghosts and demons?"
"The lord of hell is surrounded by demons, what isn't there to believe?" Lucifer argues.
"Fair enough point," Chloe says as she picks up her fork to peel the skin off the hot wings. "But what about ghosts? Those aren't exactly surrounding you since they are rumored to be between heaven and hell. A purgatory of sorts, you really believe in them?"
"Of course I do. They are very real. Just look at all the reports."
Another snort escapes Chloe. "And by reports you mean the fictional movies, the tampered videos flooding over YouTube and the ridiculous stories with no fact or truth?" Chloe laughs.
"Science can't explain everything Detective," Lucifer comments back, his eyes narrowing. "Have you never had an experience with a supernatural being?"
"Well interacting with you is like an everyday experience-"
"You have no idea," Lucifer interrupts, sipping his drink with eyes bulging.
"No. I have never had an experience with a supernatural being," Chloe explains. "And I don't believe I ever will."
"I guess we are all entitled to an opinion," Lucifer tries to finish.
"And excuse me here, but you said from your perspective that you fear angels. Why would you ever have to fear an angel? That to me sounds as ludicrous as believing in ghosts," Chloe asks, digging into both her meal and Lucifer's view on things.
"Angels...they...they sneak up on you. Despite their composure and mystical demeanor, you never quite know what they are capable of," Lucifer comments.
"You called me an angel once," Chloe argues. "And if you are the devil, do you fear me?"
Lucifer smiles. She is no dummy when it comes to putting me both in an awkward situation, and just in my place in general, Lucifer's mind jokes. "Why yes. To some degree Detective, I do fear you."
"Why?"
"You have that very demeanor, and you snuck into my life before I knew it. You continuously surprise me with what you can do. Lastly...you...you..." Lucifer is clearly thinking of what words are next, but his ego is blocking him from saying it.
With a raised eyebrow, Chloe pries. "I what? Spit it out Lucifer."
"You make me vulnerable Chloe," Lucifer admits, not meeting her eyes.
Chloe knows he rarely ever says her full name. It usually becomes replaced by Detective or another nickname. But lately he drops it once and a while, and it never fails to make something within her jump. It's just her name...yet it means something so much more between the two of them. "Whatever do you mean?"
"I can let my guard down around you. I can let the walls I've built crumble without a second thought. With anyone else I would be struggling to rebuild as fast as I can, yet with you it feels like I don't have to. It's like all of a sudden I have the courage to be seen as something other than the worst person or disappointment. It's like instead of running away from change, I'm running straight to you. It seems impossible to comprehend or explain but, this feeling I have towards you is like freedom," Lucifer explains.
There is a long silence between them. Neither of them even touch their meals or utensils. Lucifer's last words hang between them, filling up every empty space within the room. After a moment, Lucifer's hand shoots quickly out towards his glass. Chloe's also shoots hers forward, covering his. Their fingers interlace, and Lucifer looks up at Chloe puzzled.
"I feel the same way Lucifer. I believe that maybe, just maybe, you also make me vulnerable," while revealing this, Chloe tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear. When she looks up at Lucifer, the only words in his mind describe her beauty. Resting his fork on his plate, he realizes that both of their are empty. It felt like time was coming to a close, and something about that just didn't settle right.
Almost like a light bulb went off behind his eyes and brain, Lucifer wiped the corners of his mouth with his napkin before throwing it on his plate. Standing up sharply, he holds out his hand. "Would you care to dance with me Detective?"
Looking at his hand and torso up and down, Chloe sighs. What is she going to do? Say no after what they both just admitted? Deciding to go with the other avoid-er, she admits, "I'm not exactly graceful on my feet Lucifer."
"You won't have to be when you are with me," Lucifer promises. Reaching for a remote with one hand, he points towards the speakers.
The loud speakers begin to play the old, soft tune. Wise men say...
"You didn't," Chloe exclaims, trying to hold in her laughter. "Elvis Presley?"
"I promise," Lucifer begins, setting the remote down with a shocked expression. "I didn't know that was going to happen," beginning to chuckle, the song played on. Only fools rush in...
Offering his hand yet again, Chloe accepts and stand. But I can't help... Chloe allowed herself to skip the regular dance partner holding, and just clasped her hands behind his neck. Lucifer let his hands rest on her waist as her head fell onto his shoulder. Eyes closed, the both began to listen to the music intently. ...falling in love with you.
Shall I Stay? I want to stay like this forever, both Chloe and Lucifer's thoughts whispered. Would it be a sin? While Chloe thoughts told her yes, Lucifer just let out a small chuckle at the irony of the lyrics.
If I can't help falling in love with you. Like a river flows, surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes, somethings are meant to be. Lucifer was using this moment to memorize everything about Chloe, the lyrics only adding to his deep feelings for her. Capturing this moment seemed like something impossible to avoid. Two hearts beating as once as they are swaying left and right, turning in a small clockwise circle. This unplanned moment would be one neither of them would soon forget.
Nearing the end of the song after minutes together, Chloe leans upwards again. Looking up at him thanks to a height difference, she intertwines her hand with Lucifer's. Take my hand. Lucifer's eyes shifted from their hands to her face once more. Take my whole life too.
Rising slowly onto her tip toes, Chloe begins to close her eyes again. Her breath and movements unsteady despite the slow speed. Lucifer begins to lean down, his eyes also closing. Their lips meet in a fiery fashion, the spices lingering on their lips and breath. The pressure between them is as strong as their attraction to one another. Much like the first of their kisses months ago in the hospital, Chloe runs her fingers through his hair, never getting tired of the texture or length or feeling. Lucifer uses the full length of his arms to draw her body closer to him. Sealing away the space between them made everything hotter around them, including the room.
Remaining like this long after the last words to this tune play out, both Lucifer and Chloe are in a state of complete bliss.
For I can't help, falling in love with you...