Lucifer huffs as they wait for the elevator then casts a surreptitious glance in Chloe's direction, "You're shaking, Detective, are you ill?" He steps back and looks down at her, "Is it contagious?"
Chloe doesn't look at him, but he sees the line of her mouth turn sharply down to mirror her eyebrows, "You could say I'm 'ill,' yes." She growls. "I'm so damned mad at you I could be sick."
He scoffs and looks away, "Whatever for? Seems I'm the injured party here, what with you storming into my home uninvited, threatening my guests and rudely excusing me from their company." Lucifer rolls his eyes and his posture shifts into an insolent slouch, "I mean...really. I've seen better manners in He..."
"Shut. Up," she snarls.
Lucifer frowns as he feels another twist in his chest. Bloody Hell. He raises his hand to his chest and Chloe doesn't miss the look of confusion as he grips the placket.
"What's wrong?" she asks. Startled from his reverie, he pouts at her, "Why do you care, since I've apparently infuriated you to the point of illness?" The deep breath he attempts has trouble filling his lungs.
Hearing his small gasp for breath, she ignores the elevator doors when they slide open. His eyebrows come down as he gives her an accusing look, "What the bloody Hell have you done to me? Now I'm sick!"
Shifting into caregiver mode, Chloe ignores his outraged declaration. "What feels bad?" Lucifer looks down at his feet, still confused, with his hand over his chest, "I'm not sure, exactly. My chest...is tight. As if it were bound up tight and I can't breathe."
She reaches for his forehead and he leans away with an irritated look, "Again?"
She nods as she pulls her hand away, "Right. Well, I'm not sick with anything germy, so whatever's going on there," she gestures toward his person, "is all you. Stand straight and try to take some deep breaths."
Lucifer looks down, brows knitted together, "Why are you being kind to me, Detective? I apparently made you rather angry. Sure you wouldn't rather shoot me again or something?"
Chloe coughs a sharp laugh, "You can still care about someone and get mad at them, Lucifer. Hell, sometimes you get the most angry at people you care the most about," she quirks an eyebrow at him.
He draws back as if slapped, "That's just ridiculous."
She shrugs, "It's true. Well...for us mere mortals, anyway. Not sure how it works for your...kind."
He smirks, "I am one of a kind, Detective."
She snickers, "Yeah. Thank God."
His gives her a lopsided grin, "Indeed." He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.
Chloe looks up, "So, what happened?"
Lucifer cocks his head, "I truly don't know. One moment, I'm angry with you and you're yelling at me. The next, I can't breathe and my chest hurts."
Chloe looks away and shuffles her feet, "What was..." she gestures toward his bedroom... "That, earlier?"
He frowns, "Not sure I get your meaning."
"What I walked in on. I thought we..." she pauses to find the right words, "I thought you were going to see Linda then call me after you thought about it."
He huffs, "I was thinking!"
Her eyebrows shoot up as her eyes fly wide open, "That's what you call a foursome? Thinking?"
Instead of answering immediately, he rolls his eyes as he reaches in his jacket for his cigarettes. She waits while he lights then exhales, "What did Linda say to you?"
Lucifer gives her a cheeky grin, "No respect for doctor-patient privacy, Detective?" She doesn't say a word but continues to look at him expectantly.
Lucifer takes a long drag on his cigarette then exhales equally slowly. Then he begins to pace without looking at her, "She said the most...outlandish things. I fear for her sanity, really."
"Lucifer..." Chloe says. "Would it be easier if I say it first?"
He gives her a sharp look, his black eyes almost taking on a note of fear. He swallows hard, "I...that's not necessary..." then stops. No no no no NO!
She steps forward and stops his pacing with a hand on his chest, "Lucifer, I like you. A lot. I've come to care about you a great deal..." she begins.
He steps back, his eyebrows furrowing his forehead, "Stop...please."
"You need to hear this," she insists. "I think I'm f..."
"STOP!" he yells as he places shaking hands over his ears.
Tears spring into her eyes, "Why?"
"You don't understand," he whispers hoarsely as his breath comes in short gasps. "You...can't."
Chloe steps forward slowly, eyes never leaving his. He backs against the bar, eyes wide, as if he's a trapped animal and she is about to attack. His eyes begin to glow, "Chloe...no..."
"Lucifer," she says softly as she stops her advance, "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Lies," he hisses, eyes still aglow. "You say...these things. Teasing me with your soft words." He scowls down at her, "Taunting me by staying out of reach." Lucifer slides away and begins to pace again, "Luring me...into having these...feelings," he spits. "You'll spring your trap and then your sport will begin in earnest, won't it?"
He prowls around her, heat rolling off him, and if she didn't know better, she'd expect to see a tail lashing angrily behind him. "You will seek to control me." He finishes his cigarette and grinds it into an ashtray, "I'll not allow it again. You need to leave."
It's Chloe's turn to step back from him, "That's what you think I want? To control you?"
He sweeps his hand toward her, "Why wouldn't you? Who doesn't want control of God's first creation? And apparently it's as easy as getting me to care about you," he pauses and exhales loudly. "Which, according to Dr. Martin, has already happened, so now I'm well and truly fucked without ever actually...dammit." He turns and shouts in frustration, shattering a wall of windows.
Chloe watches him raking his hand through hair and starts laughing. "You're an idiot."
He turns to glare at her, his hand still in his hair, "What?" She shrugs and laughs again, "I said you're an idiot."
Lucifer harrumphs and continues to walk away a few steps. He stops then stalks back, "Why do you say that?"
Chloe points to his shattered windows, "Because you..."
He shakes his head, "That's not what you meant."
She looks up at him without moving, "You accused me of wanting to control you, but you know better than that."
He squints down at her, "Do I? Do tell, Detective. What, in my experience, would have me believe otherwise when that has been the only result of what you suggest?"
She crosses her arms and looks up at him. He can see in her eyes she's struggling to not get more angry. And failing.
"You're all a God-damned mess," she growls.
He nods, "Well, yes, but what's that got to do with..."
"Shut. Up," she says as she steps forward and slaps him. Hard.
"Bloody Hell! What'd you do that for?" he demands as he rubs his red cheek.
Chloe jabs her finger into his chest, backing him up as she does, "Because you DO know better, Lucifer." He stares at her, gobsmacked as she continues.
"I'm not your parents. I would never kick you out of my life without you knowing exactly why." She gives him a quick up-and-down look, "Being a giant prick about...whatever this is between us is a great way to accomplish that, by the way."
She jabs him again, "And I would never...NEVER use any feelings you might have to manipulate you. Ever."
He continues to stare at her, saying nothing, I...know... as the reality of his situation hits him like a sledgehammer. He huffs a soft exhalation as his shoulders slump as if in defeat.
Chloe jabs the elevator button and glares back at him, "You know what? I'm done with the fucked-up, broken men in my life trying to ascribe things to me that aren't true. Do what you want, Lucifer. I'm out."
She turns her back on him to enter the elevator. Suddenly, Lucifer grabs her arm, spins her around and drags her against him. "Your turn to shut up, Detective," he rasps before crashing his lips onto hers.
He pulls her flush against him and her hands frame his face as she kisses him back, all teeth and fingernails in his hair. Lucifer growls low as he thrusts against her, and she moans in response.
His hands find the hem of her shirt to pull it over her head then her shaking hands start working the buttons of his shirt. As Chloe draws back to catch her breath, he lowers his teeth to her neck and bites her none-too-gently. Encouraged by her responding gasp and shiver, Lucifer bites her again, more gently this time, but for longer, as he grips her tightly to hold her still. He presses her against a wall with his knee between her legs.
With one hand, he reaches around her back to unhook her bra. Once it is loose, he pulls the offending garment off and proceeds to lavish attention on her breasts as she writhes in front of him, "Lucifer," she whimpers.
"You drive me mad," he rumbles in response before pushing her against the wall and kissing her senseless again. Completely in-bloody-sane.
One hand pops open the button and zipper of her jeans before sliding in to stroke her. "So wet, Chloe," he purrs in her ear as she arches against him. "For me, hmmm?" She shudders as he slowly but firmly caresses her and nibbles on her throat. "Mmmm...so tightly wound...has it been too long for you, love?" He bites her neck as his fingers continue to work, and he's gratified to hear her panting his name, "Lucif...ah...I..." He kisses her again, swallowing her cries and holding her more firmly against the wall as he feels her legs give way.
He pauses a moment to bring his fingers to his mouth, closing his eyes and humming with pleasure as he licks them clean. "Delicious. I will need more of this later, darling," he promises as he takes in the flush of her cheeks.
Chloe smirks and reaches down to stroke him through his trousers, "I need some of this right now. Darling," she sasses back. I'm lost, he thinks as he bends down to kiss her back into silence. She takes advantage of his proximity to work on the closure and zipper before giving back as good as she got a few minutes ago. He quickly removes his trousers and the black silk boxers beneath to stand proudly before, preening under her appreciative gaze.
Lucifer's eyes all but cross as she strokes him slowly. Chloe flashes a dirty grin as she looks into his eyes, "Tell, me, Lucifer. What is it you truly desire?" Flame flickers in his eyes as she gives a throaty chuckle.
Growling, he drags her jeans down her hips, kneeling before her to remove her shoes, her jeans and panties. Sliding his hands up her legs, he lays kisses on the turquoise lines on her hips ("these are lovely") and takes a moment to lay a long kiss where she wants him most before continuing up the rest of her body, "Oh my G...Lucifer!" she calls out.
He raises up with a grin and wags his finger at her, "Mmm...Naughty girl," before he lifts her so her legs go around his hips and he pushes forward carefully. She pants as he pins her to the wall, her fingernails scraping his shoulders, Oh my God, he wasn't kidding. I'm going to die. Lucifer closes his eyes and shudders as he is fully sheathed, Oh Father. "Chloe..." he chokes as they move together.
She tightens her legs around his narrow hips to pull him closer, and his eyes go wide as she gives him a squeeze. He looks down into her face in surprise then can't help but laugh at the smirk on her kissed-raw lips. Well and truly lost. "You..." whatever he was about to say is cut off when she drags his face down to hers for a kiss. Encouraged, he picks up the pace and it isn't long before they are each careening at full-speed to their respective climaxes.
As he continues to hold both of them up, Lucifer bends his head to kiss her gently but thoroughly. Recognizing her need for oxygen, he stops and draws back, letting her regain her feet. "I'm sorry," he says simply as he strokes her cheek. Chloe smiles back as she runs a hand through his thick, tousled locks, "Me, too."
Lucifer looks down to see he's wearing nothing but a pair of socks and an unbuttoned shirt. He smiles happily at her, "I hope you're pleased, darling. You've made quite the mess of me," In more ways than one. Chloe laughs and holds her arms out on either side of her naked body, "Really?"
He reaches down to the floor for his clothes and gestures for her to do the same, "Come on. To the shower with us." Chloe retrieves her clothes as well and looks at him. She's happily flushed but there's an uncertainty in her eyes, "Lucifer this...we..." He takes her hand and smiles gently as he drops a kiss on her knuckles, "Let's just enjoy the moment for now, shall we? We can talk later. Tonight." He winks, "After we've done this again properly, of course."