As Lucifer and Ellie settled down for the night, they were interrupted by the sounds of Lexie and Emma shouting. And then, just as Lucifer was about to get up and go check on them, there was silence. The images of what could be going on between the girls who he basically considered his own now that Maeve was gone and his brothers was too much for him to bear, so he got out of bed.

"What are you doing?" Ellie asked. "Are you okay?"

"No, not really," Lucifer replied. "I can't stop thinking about my brothers and your sisters. Why do their relationships bother me more than they do you?"

"Your brothers seem nice enough to me," Ellie shrugged, getting out of bed and putting on a robe. "If you're not gonna sleep, I won't either. Let's go to the kitchen. Is there still some of that chocolate cake left?"

There was, and Lucifer stared in disbelief as his wife stood there eating it in the face of all this trouble.

"I don't know how you can stand there gorging yourself when our siblings are together under our roof!"

"I told you that it doesn't bother me," Ellie said through a full mouth. "Cake and sex are the best, aren't they?"

"Yes and what a skillful job you're doing of trying to change the subject," Lucifer drawled. "But it's not gonna work."

"I just don't want you to be cranky," Ellie replied. "You get cranky and it affects everyone one else. We're supposed to be having fun now, remember?" She paused. "And I don't see what the problem is that you have with your brothers. I mean, it's not like they're your mom. They seem perfectly nice, as I said earlier..."

"Nice?" Lucifer repeated. "You define 'nice' in a very strange way, Eleanor." He frowned at her deeply, bending down a little so his gaze was boring directly into hers and their faces were practically touching. "They are not nice. One is way too perfect and has his head so far up Dad's ass that it would come out the other end of him if it was up any further, and the other is just...likes nothing but sex and drugs!"

"So with the exception of the 'having his head stuck up dad's ass' part, they're a lot like you?" Ellie asked, putting the cake down for a moment to give her husband a wide grin, which showed a bit of cake stuck in her teeth.

Lucifer winced and ordered her to go to the bathroom and get that fixed just as a loud bang and some clear yelling sounded over their heads.

"What the hell do you think that is?" Ellie asked.

"Well, I'm sure I don't know, but I bet it's coming from the girls' rooms and now you know why I don't want girls who are as good as my own daughters anywhere near them," Lucifer said as he ran for the stairs with Ellie following.

"No, don't!" She yelled back, trying to pull him away from the staircase and having no success cause he was taller and stronger, so she followed him up to the second floor instead. "Leave them alone. I'm sure it's nothing. We yelled at each other a lot when we first got together and we turned out fine!"

"But what you don't seem to get is that I don't want them to be fine with my brothers!" Lucifer cried, his voice full of irritation. "I wish Maeve were here to defend her daughters! She'd make quick work of Gabriel and Michael!"

"Well, the girls are Maeve's daughters, remember?" Ellie asked, trying to pull her husband back toward the stairs until he picked her up and moved her away from him. "They've probably got it handled already. Just trust them, okay?"

"Fine," Lucifer sighed. "I see that once again, you cannot just let me have my way. But if anything happens to them, it's on your head, Eleanor."

"Oh, frankly, I think it's your brothers that we should be more worried about," Ellie replied, taking his hand and leading him back to the kitchen.

"I don't know why you're so angry all the time," Michael told Emma, who was now gagged and lying on the bed after making all that noise. "You're sending me a lot of mixed messages here. Do you like me or not? Even if it's just the sex you like, can you admit that?"

Emma made lots of noise, and finally Michael removed the gag. "So?" He asked. "What's the truth?"

"I'm not saying anything," Emma replied firmly. "Nothing at all!"

"Oh, all right," Michael heaved an exaggerated sigh. "You don't have to say anything to prove my point." He then gagged her again and tied her wrists and ankles so that she couldn't move and he could watch the look on her face as he undressed.

He did at it a leisurely pace, keeping his eyes on Emma the entire time as she used magic to loosen the ropes around her wrists so she could move her hand and slip it under her panties to rub herself.

Michael grinned as he tossed his underwear aside and approached her, moving her hand, kissing her soundly, and touching her instead. "I thought so," he whispered before she threw her arms around his neck.

"You bastard," she whispered before kissing him again.

His hands then roamed all over her body as he nibbled on her neck, and she let out a moan of pleasure, which continued as he rubbed her, but then, as he slipped her panties off, her eyes widened and she froze.

"What?" He asked. "I thought that's where we were going with this. Thanks for changing course before we got too far into it."

"No, it's not that," Emma told him. "I want to. If I don't, I think my head will explode. But...but it'll be my first time...with anyone. Just thought you'd want to know that. You probably think it's a really silly thing, and if you'd rather not, that's fine. I bet you want to be with someone more experienced."

She started to turn away and he just grinned, coming to sit beside her and pull her in his arms. "Oh, please," he whispered into her hair. "I have enough experience for the both of us. I can teach you all the fun tricks."

"You can?" Emma asked. "What if I'm a crappy learner?"

"You won't be," he assured her, smiling and kissing her soundly before lowering her onto the mattress. He made sure she saw him put the condom on and then started with gentle massage all over her body until she told him she felt all warm and tingly.

"I'm ready to go further if you are," he told her, his breath picking up. His brain told him that he should stop now, or that he should at least offer to have this be all about her, but he just couldn't do that. And she seemed fine. "Please say yes."

"Will it hurt?" Emma asked, wide eyed.

"I'll try my best to make sure it doesn't," Michael promised.

"I trust you," Emma told him, much to his surprise, before she reached out and began touching him, first his cock and then other places on his body as he shut his eyes and tried to breathe.

Dad help me, he thought. She wasn't even trying to be a tease. She was curious. She was exploring. And he'd never been so turned on in his life.

When he mad a noise in his throat, the touching stopped for a moment and he opened his eyes to stare. "Why did you stop?" He asked. "You were doing so well!"

"I was?" Emma asked. "Good! I stopped because you were making noise, and I was afraid it was a noise of pain."

"Oh, if it was pain, it was the good kind," he assured her and pulled her close. "You know, you're very pretty."

"So we've returned to flattery?" Emma asked. "Thanks, but that's not what I thought came next. Are you stalling, Michael? That's a surprise."

"Well, it's because I sense you're nervous," he said.

"I did ask you if it would hurt," Emma reminded him. "I'm still worried about that." She looked down. "I mean, you're not exactly small."

Michael sighed. "I can get you ready for that," he said and lay her back on the mattress. "Are you ready? You're just gonna feel my finger."

Emma nodded, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and then gasped as she felt his finger slide inside of her, then go in and out gently. She even thought she felt what might have been an orgasm but she wasn't sure.

"Was that good?" Michael asked after a while. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Emma nodded. "That was good. I liked that. I think...I think I'm ready now."

"Are you absolutely positive?" Michael asked, wondering just what it was that was making him check and check again when she'd said she was.

"Yes," Emma said, leaning in close, playing with his hair and kissing his neck. "Let's do it, please!"

He smiled and took her in his arms, telling her to put her arms around his neck and wrap her legs around his waist. Then they both fell back onto the mattress and, keeping his eyes on her face for any hint of discomfort, he pushed into her a few times. carefully and slowly.

When she seemed fine after that and he made sure of it, he sped up a little, her moans arousing him even more as she called out his name with those beautiful lips of hers.

Finally, they both fell back onto the mattress again, exhausted and panting. He began to massage her thighs and tummy as they both caught their breaths. "Are you good?" He asked. "Was it good?"

"Yeah," Emma nodded and smiled, taking his face and kissing him. "Thank you for being careful with me. I didn't think you were capable of it."

"Frankly, I didn't think I was either," He replied, then let her snuggle against him as, worn out, she shut her eyes and fell asleep.

"You said I could leave the cabin!" Lexie shouted next door. "I heard you!"

"I said no such thing!" Gabriel argued. "You made that up in your head and then ran off. Scared me half to death!"

"Oh, that's bullshit!" Lexie spat. "Why would you care about me that way, especially when I've caused you so much trouble? I'm nothing but the kid your dad foisted on you against your will! You should be thanking me for running away!"

"I will not!" Gabriel shook his head. "Not after what we did in the shower. But I guess it meant more to me than it did to you."

"It was just sex, that's all," Lexie replied after rolling her eyes. "We're not even boyfriend and girlfriend so why would it matter to you?"

"I can see why it wouldn't matter to you since it's something that could be bought cheap like a...like a hotdog you get from a cart on the sidewalk!" Gabriel yelled. "Does anything matter to you? Do you care about anyone but yourself? Or do you even care about yourself? You probably don't cause it's better just to act like a harlot and not care about anyone!"

"Shut up!" Lexie cried, slapping him and grabbing both sides of his face to kiss him before kissing him and reaching in his pants to touch him. "I don't want to hear another word out of you!"

"Oh, well, okay," Gabriel got out in an angry whisper, and not being able to say much more as he focused on not letting her see how her touch was truly affecting him. "I don't think that will be a problem! We should probably make less noise anyway so we don't wake everyone up! I'll shut up if you shut up!"

"You know, for a man who's being felt up, you're not doing a good job of showing appreciation!" Lexie hissed. "What's your problem?"

"Well, I do a good job of putting stuff like that at a distance," Gabriel told her as she backed him up to the bed and pushed him onto the mattress. "And it's hard to be aroused by someone who's yelling at me."

Lexie scoffed and loomed over him, pulling her hair out of its tie and shaking it all over Gabriel's bare chest.

"It's...you smell good," Gabriel got out. Now he was becoming aroused. The smell alone was doing it.

Lexie grinned and gave a zap, making his arms tied to the bed posts before she gently gave him a blow job until he climaxed. Then, to his surprise, she undid the restraints and watched him. "Do I have to do all the work?" She asked at last. "Haven't I shown you enough for me to have a turn?"

"I suppose," Gabriel nodded and sat up. "But I make no guarantees that I'll be any good at it. and since I put forth that warning, you can't complain."

"Just do it!" Lexie barked impatiently.

To relieve his nervousness, Gabriel gagged her and turned off the lights so he wouldn't see her staring or hear her throw him off with what would undoubtedly be snide comments. He then headed back to bed and took a deep breath, climbing in beside her and gently kissing every bit of skin he could get his lips on.

Then, after a little more hesitation, he began tasting her, slowly and cautiously at first, but when he heard the noises that she was making in spite of the gag, he assumed they were good, and with more confidence, continued before kissing her soundly and burying himself inside her over and over again, until he felt the movement of her body that seemed to indicate climax.

Once he had that, he undid the gag and began tickling her until she was laughing so hard she couldn't breathe.

"Okay, stop!" She cried at last, breathless laughter in her voice. "I surrender! You're good! I admit it!"

"You just remember that," he whispered against her ear and gently nibbled on the lobe. Then they both lapsed into silence and to his surprise, she got close to him and put her arms around him. "No, seriously," she told him. "You did not bad for your first time around. I can't say I was disappointed."

"I'll take it," he told her. "Thank you. Now we should probably get to sleep."

"Can I have a bit more of your blood?" Lexie questioned. "That might help."

"No," Gabriel shook his head. "You don't need it. Go to sleep."

"You were doing so well," Lexie sighed in exasperation and lay down hard on her pillow. "Now you're back to being yourself. What happened?"

Since Ellie was full of cake, she watched everyone else at the post karaoke party breakfast several hours later. It was while this was going on that her cell phone rang. Giving an apology and excusing herself, she went to answer it.

"What is it?" She asked, her breath picking up since the call was from Hell and that could never be a good thing. "This better be important!"

"It is," said the demon on the other line. "Ma'am, we thought you'd want to know that, um...your mother-in-law escaped. But we're looking for her, I promise. We'll get her back."

"What do you mean my mother in law escaped?" Ellie wanted to know sas she tried to keep her voice down. "You have no idea where she is at all? What am I supposed to do until you find her? Nothing?"

"You could tell your husband," the demon suggested. "Don't you think he'd want to know?"

"I can't tell him," Ellie said. "Not now. Not when he already has to deal with his brothers showing up. I can handle this. It'll be fine. No worries." But her nervous laughter betrayed her. It wouldn't be fine at all.

"Tell him," the demon insisted. "It might be hard, but it'll be better for both of you."

"Fine," Ellie sighed. "Thanks for the warning."

She ended the call and went back to the breakfast table, tapping on Lucifer, who was in the middle of devouring steak, eggs, and potatoes.

"I have to tell you things in private," she whispered. "Would you come with me?"

"Oh, sure," Lucifer replied, swallowing and giving her a grin. "We'll go find a nice little closet and you can 'tell me things' for a good long time. That is, if you can't make it to the bedroom, which I understand if you can't."

"Your mother escaped Hell," Ellie blurted out when they were out of the other guests' hearing. "I just...I guess my dark moods kind of...weakened the power of the spells I put in Hell and she got out. I let you down and I'm sorry."

"Bloody hell," Lucifer sighed. "It's not your fault. Actually, I'm very surprised you kept her corralled as long as you did. We can deal with this."

"Yes we can," Ellie nodded. "Except that we don't know where she is or what she looks like, or how to even start fixing this problem." She paused. "Wait, I know."

"You have an idea?" Lucifer asked. "What is it, where do we start?"

"Well, I'll have three screwdrivers and then we'll see where to go from there," Ellie said, heading back to the kitchen with Lucifer following. "And maybe a mimosa too. It's a good thing we got lots of orange juice, isn't it?"

"That's not the sort of idea I wanted to hear, but if it'll lead to better ones, go ahead," Lucifer sighed and sat down to watch his wife drink.

Meanwhile, Valerie had left the breakfast a little early to get dressed for the day because she, as she occasionally did, had decided to help Dexter with his errands, and she was becoming much better with it now. After showering and drying her hair, she headed into her bedroom with a towel wrapped around herself and opened up the closet to get a little black dress off a hanger, but was surprised to see a strange woman standing amidst her clothes. She was then grabbed and after struggling violently as a hand was put over her mouth, she thought it would be best to pause and let the intruder explain themselves.

"Are you going to stop struggling now and help me?" The woman asked. She was tan and tall with honey blonde hair and blue eyes, and she wore a form fitting, short red dress.

Valerie nodded and she was let go, as the towel fell before she could grab it, and when she did, the woman seemed unaffected. "I was right," she said, examining Valerie's naked form. "I came to the right place. You're Valerie? Please don't tell me you're Angelica. I know I'll get no help from Angelica. She's much too good for that. I'll never hear the end of it!"

"Yeah, I'm Valerie," Valerie nodded, deciding to forget the towel and zap on a bathrobe instead and pushing her black hair out of her green eyes. "Who the hell are you?"

"Those...marks on your back are interesting," the woman told her and got up close, turning her around and pulling her untied robe back to expose the birthmarks. "My husband told me that if any of my children ever reproduced, their offspring would have marks like that, like wings, so that they could be identified by any of us who came down from the Silver City. Lucifer's your father, isn't he?"

Valerie didn't quite know how to handle this, so she decided that the woman was nuts and that she should keep her around for as long as possible. "How...how do you know that?"

"Your father is my son," The woman replied. "I suppose that would make me your..." she shuddered as she said the next word. "Grandmother."

"So, assuming that what you say is true, you had to get a body like Grandpa did, right?" Valerie asked. Keep her talking, she told herself. Don't let her leave.

"Yes," her grandmother sighed and looked in the floor-length mirror across from Valerie's bed. "And you wouldn't believe how long it took to find one with such splendid hindquarters."

"Oh, geez! I didn't need to hear that!" Valerie groaned. "So...you're the Goddess Of All Creation."

"Yes," the woman replied. "But if you must call me something else, you can call me Charlotte. That's the name of the person I now inhabit and I suppose it's good as anything else."