Wrap Me in Your Wings

by adcgordon

Lucifer's return to Hell leaves Chloe with emptiness and a broken heart. She soon realizes, perhaps, Lucifer isn't completely gone from her life but his absence is enough to leave chaos in its wake. Can she learn to accept his departure? How can she explain it to Trixie? And how can they move on without him in their lives... Can they?

1. Chapter 1

Notes: This is my first foray into the Lucifer fandom. I am a newbie Lucifer fan working on my 3rd rewatch of the first four seasons.

This story picks up at the end of S4E10 with Chloe standing on the balcony, overwhelmed by the feelings of love and loss that are coursing through her following Lucifer's departure.

I hope to post a chapter a week for the next couple of months as this story comes together in my mind. While the first few chapters are angsty, I also hope you will find moments to smile and maybe even laugh. The "Teen-Up" rating is due to some strong language in places, and just in case there are romantic/sexual situations in later chapters. I will try to include warnings at the beginnings of chapters if that comes into play.

Of note: I do not own any of these characters or anything of the show other than respect for the cast and crew who create it all! If the ideas/concept in this story are similar to any others it is NOT my intention. The ideas are mine alone, thanks to daydreams and fantasies of where the storyline might go. I do attempt to use flashbacks and scenes from the actual show to make points throughout the story. While the lines likely aren't verbatim (my memory isn't that good) I give all credit to the writers and actors who put these scenes on screen.

Last but not least, I really do enjoy reading feedback, comments and reviews from other fans and readers. So if you don't mind, please zap me some Kudos, or even better, a written review. Your reviews feed my muse - who is currently named TrixChLucifer! ;)

Thanks and I hope you'll enjoy Wrap Me in Your Wings!
-adcg

Wrap Me in Your Wings – Chapter One

Chloe Decker stood on the balcony for what seemed like hours. The rush of his wings carrying him away echoed in her ears. The sight of his angelic feathers appearing replayed in her mind. The final words they had shared were in her heart, her tearful "I love you, don't leave…" to his "It's always been you, Chloe…"

And yet, he was gone.

She stood there with her eyes closed hoping against all hope that perhaps he would return in just a moment… just a minute… maybe in just a few more…

Still, after a half hour, as her legs weakened with sadness and the chill of the night wind cut through her clothing, she realized Lucifer Morningstar was gone. He had returned to Hell.

Now what was she to do? She had just declared her love to the supposed darkest being man could ever know – and he to her. But that wasn't the Lucifer she had grown to love. That wasn't the man that she had witnessed morphing into a demonic state to save his nephew, and her… Nor was it the man who was returning to his condemnation.

Chloe felt more tears on her cheeks and touched her lips where he had left the lingering kiss that now meant more to her than any other she had ever received. Lucifer had kissed her out of love, from his heart, and she now realized that one action was something neither of them could have ever imagined.

She took a deep, shaky breath and turned her body toward the inside of the penthouse. There was no way she was going to focus on anything at that point in time. No way would she be able to take her mind off him and the last few hours. As she stepped back into the familiar yet empty-feeling space Chloe covered her face with her hands and just wandered around.

Her hands slid over the fine wood of the grand piano. She gently pressed the keys, barely causing them to make a sound and yet the one sound reminded her of sitting on the bench beside Lucifer as he played the notes masterfully. She remembered playing an awkward duet with him on those keys as they both mourned the loss of a man, a witness, who had found his way into Lucifer's heart.

This piano was Lucifer's respite.

She put both hands on the lid of it and slid them around as though she was trying to touch him.

More tears fell.

And when she couldn't take anymore she looked toward the bedroom, the perfectly made bed with the deep crimson comforter, just up the stairs into his sanctuary.

Chloe stepped slowly and nervously toward that room. It was a place she swore years ago she would never spend a night. Yet she had spent a few in that very bed. One particular night came to mind… she was drunk, draped in the amazing feeling of his 1000 thread count silk sheets. She thought about that night, what she could now remember of it, as she allowed herself to climb onto the bed.

She ran her hand over the softness of the covers as she thought back. She awoke on the left side of the bed, her bra hanging off the lamp on the bedside table. Her head pounded, her body rejected her attempts to move until she felt the slick sheet against her bare nipples. 'Oh Dear God, no…' she immediately thought as she still tried to place exactly where she was.

"Nooo," she groaned slightly, finally giving him a good hint that she was waking up from her drunken venture the previous night.

Lucifer sat at the small table just beyond the foot of the bed with a smirk on his face, cup of espresso on the table and his flask, ready to add some additional 'comfort' to the caffeine in the cup. He crossed his legs that emerged from his silk robe and looked toward the now-moving lump underneath his covers.

Chloe raised the comforter and sheet slowly and peeked underneath. Yes, she was in fact naked underneath those bedclothes. Yes, she was in fact in Lucifer's bed…naked…under the bedclothes. For one fleeting moment she allowed herself to accept the fact that she had slept with the man who claimed to be the devil, in his bed, in her drunkenness. 'Well, shit.'

"Triple espresso or hair of the dog?" came the smug British voice as she attempted to sit up, with her hair falling over her face in pure un-coiffed fashion.

"Noooo!" she groaned again and heard Lucifer chuckle in response.

"Oh! Both!" she gave him the excuse to pour a nice helping of the alcohol into the tiny cup.

As she got her wits about her he climbed onto the bed, the drink in hand with his pinky stuck out practically making more fun of her current situation.

Chloe's mind began to spin as she pulled the comforter from beneath him and wrapped it around her nudity. She climbed off the bed hurriedly to get out of his reach before staring back at him.

She remembered telling him she didn't want to know what happened the previous night. Nor did she want details of their coupling, or how she got naked. Although, if she were honest, there was one slim piece of her that wanted to know if he had undressed her…or if perhaps he had carried her to the bed…and, if she had responded to his wicked flirting and sexual innuendos.

"Don't tell me…" she whined, mascara smeared, leaning against the corner of his doorway, wrapped in his covers.

Lucifer smiled and looked her up and down hoping he wasn't showing her just how much lust his body was feeling. God, she was beautiful.

"What, that we didn't do the nasty?" There it was again, that smug British voice telling her…

'Wait, what?' she stared at him in disbelief.

"Nope!" he popped the 'p' of the word for emphasis which she was absolutely fighting as another adorable attribute. "I turned you down cold," he admitted with a smile.

"Then why am I naked?"

"You don't recall waking up and declaring, 'It's too hot in this five-story hell-hole' before removing your clothes and hogging the covers?" Lucifer continued as she began looking for her clothes on the floor.

Chloe climbed down the stairs and began a talent-filled dance of putting on at least part of her clothing underneath the covers that remained wrapped around her until she felt covered well enough to drop the comforter.

Lucifer was impressed, although the verbal barbs they were each shooting at one another kept Chloe from noticing his look, and his slight gaze of disappointment when she emerged partially clothed from the cocoon.

With a huff she walked to the elevator to try and make at least an attempt at a respectable exit.

"You snore, by the way!" He called after her with a sip of the spiked espresso as he moved off the bed and watched her with a smile. "Like an Albanian field wench!"

She recalled the five-story elevator ride that took her into Lux's parking garage. She remembered wondering if he was lying to her about having sex. Why wouldn't he take advantage of that situation? She was there, she was willing…well, drunk, yes, but she offered herself to him. Had they really not had sex?

At this moment, she knew for sure. She may have been 92% positive that morning when she made her way to her car and drove home. Now she was 100% sure. Being with her; having sex with her; making love to her would be something he would want her to remember, not some drunken romp in the sheets. No, as he filled her mind Chloe was positive. All she had ever shared with Lucifer were some meaningful hugs and a few precious kisses. He didn't lie.

Chloe found herself curling into a ball on top of the comforter, scooting to the right side of the bed which is where she assumed he slept, because that morning, years ago, she had woken on the left.

What she would give for one more night with him, one night to share the bed with him. She cried herself to sleep against a pillow that held the faint scent of his aftershave and the realization that she may never get to show him her love.

The sunlight poured into the bedroom the next morning, warming her tear-stained face. Chloe awoke to the feeling of swollen eyes, her hands gripping the pillow that softly held her face and yet she could swear she felt a brush of a kiss and the same breeze of wing-altered air before her eyes opened.

She blinked at the brightness in the room and quickly became aware that she wasn't in her clothes. She wasn't naked or under the covers, but she was in one of Lucifer's tuxedo shirts, fully buttoned except for the top two closures.

Chloe sat up quickly and looked around. Had it been a horrible dream? "Lucifer?!" she took in a quick breath as she whispered his name and then called for him more loudly. "Lucifer!" she yelled into the openness but heard absolutely no response or any sound of another life in the penthouse. She pulled the collar of the shirt up to her nose. His scent was present and she was left wondering how she was supposed to get through this.

How was she, Chloe Decker, a nobody, supposed to handle his sudden departure, again, at a pivotal time in their relationship? Could she even say they had a relationship? How in God's name was she supposed to explain to anyone that she had fallen in love with the devil and now he was back in Hell to prevent demons from taking over the earth.

She pulled the pillow from behind her and placed it in her lap. "Damn it, Lucifer. What have you gotten yourself into and what am I supposed to do?!" She smacked her hands against the pillow, closed her eyes and let a few more tears drop.

As the realist that she was, Chloe knew there was nothing she could do, except try to go on with her life. But there was that one question that hurt, deep in her stomach, in her heart and in her soul. Would Lucifer return? Knowing they had fallen in love, would he come back to her? Or, was this like her father…was Lucifer now just gone?

The stomach acid rose into her throat with that thought. She allowed her mind to just empty except for that pure empty feeling until the buzz of her phone jarred her attention.

How did that get there? I don't even remember having my phone last night…

She looked again at Lucifer's shirt on her body, then noticed her own clothes on the table near the foot of the bed, folded neatly and stacked perfectly. Chloe waited for the phone vibrations to end and then she picked it up to investigate the intrusion.

Oddly, she had apparently missed four calls this morning. The one she heard was from Maze. Three others were listed beside voice mail notifications: Dan, Trixie, and Linda. At this moment, there was only one person she wanted to talk to…and, reality spoke even louder, that wasn't going to happen.

Chloe tossed the phone back onto the bed without even attempting to listen to the messages or returning the calls. Instead she found herself pulling down the comforter and sheet and crawling into the bed with the full intention of just laying there and staring up at the ceiling. She didn't care about work, friends, or anything right now. She wanted to be as close to Lucifer as possible and in her mind and heart, laying in his bed was the closest semblance that she could get.

So the police detective maneuvered her way under the immaculate bedding, tucked the pillow underneath her head and stared momentarily at the high ceiling and the ceiling fan that was spinning slowly. That must've been the breeze she felt earlier, sadly.

As she began to breathe in and out, not wanting to think about anything, she pulled the covers up to her chin and pretended to feel Lucifer's arms around her. He had hugged her and held her a few times. She had appreciated each and every one of those times.

With a deep, cleansing breath, she was now ready to admit that she had felt safe each of those times. His arms were deceptively strong – and she wasn't thinking of his demonic strength. His shoulders were cushioned by muscles that were well toned and stretched all…the…way…down.

Chloe blushed for a split second. Yes, she had seen him naked on a couple of occasions. Damn him, it had been hard to look away. And he had known that. Flaunting that 'v' trail from his waist down to his… She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes. She was not supposed to be thinking about that in this situation. She shivered slightly and then had to smile just a little. He was quite proud of his human form. Frankly, she was damn impressed by it and if under oath she would have to admit that his body truly did spark something deep inside of her.

She pushed out the breath she was holding. How…was…she…supposed…to…handle…this?

Chloe shook her head and then caught sight of something on the bedside table. In her waves of emotions how had she missed that?

She turned onto her side and reached out to get the envelope that had her name written on the outside of it in beautiful calligraphy. Like her phone and her change of clothes, the envelope was suddenly there in some other-worldly fashion.

Before she even began to open the mysterious mail, Chloe looked around once more. She found just a little bit of solace in the knowledge that Lucifer wasn't dead. He had left on his own accord – which hurt desperately – but his life had not ended.

She felt a little more strength in her body with that thought. That helped her sit up in the bed, adjust the pillows, and use her short fingernail to open the sealed back of the envelope.

The seal… Chloe stopped and looked at it. Red wax with a perfectly formed 'L' in the middle of it. There was no question in her mind who this was from so she loosened that seal and raised the flap without any hesitation. She pulled linen stationery from the envelope and opened it with shaking hands.

Her strength faltered and the tears returned as she looked at the words and the writing…

My Dearest Chloe,

The distinct handwriting matched her name on the outside. Every letter seemed to be perfectly crafted and she could only imagine – because she had never truly seen it – that it was Lucifer's writing. It was beautiful.

I watched you sleep last night. My beautiful Darling Detective, you must know that I leave you only to protect you. And this time I'm not protecting you from myself. You know the truth now, all of it, the good, the bad and the demonic. You know I love you. Perhaps I didn't say those words to you exactly as we shared our feelings on the balcony, but I do. You are my first love and the only one I will ever love.

I'm not sure that I can convey to you all that I feel on paper. I would much rather be there with you to hold you, to caress you, to admire you. The idea of simply holding you in my arms has been a dream since the day I met you.

If I am honest, and we both know I must be with you, I was always grateful that you rebuffed me. That is just one of the many things that I love about you Chloe Decker. In all of my attempts you were annoyingly strong and sure of yourself as you turned me down.

Now, I hate that we have only ever kissed. But I know that the purest dream I will ever have will be the one of us making love. I will hope to have that dream every night for eternity.

Chloe stopped and read his words again before pulling the paper to her chest and holding it over her heart. She should have known his declaration of love would be borne of centuries without experiencing it.

Her tears dripped down onto her hands as she tried to regain her breath. She wanted to continue reading simply to know that she was in his thoughts.

My Love, as I look around and as I truly think about what it is I'm doing, I realize this is likely the most grown-up decision I've ever made. And I want you to know that I'm making this decision for you, for Charlie and for your offspring. I must protect you and returning to Hell is the only way I know to do that.

You are strong Chloe and I know that you don't need me. Not here on earth. My responsibilities, taking care of you, are in my sub-celestial residence. You will be fine and I will make sure of that in my own way.

I do, however, need your help and your acceptance. My wishes, that I share with you in the rest of this letter, I simply need you to carry out for me. As earthly as some of these may sound… Chloe I need you to love me and trust me enough to do what I ask.

Chloe's eyebrows creased skeptically. She wasn't sure she wanted to continue reading. This sounded like his last will and testament, as though he would never return to her. She shook her head as though he could see her and then put the letter on the bed.

"Lucifer, don't ask me…what about Maze? What about Amenadiel? You have my love, what else do you want from me?"

She closed her eyes for a moment knowing there wouldn't be a verbal answer. When she opened them again she took a shaky breath and picked up the letter once more.

In my safe you will find boxes for yourself, Charlie, our little urchin, and a note for Detective Douche. Please don't ask questions; please don't try to argue with me about this. Our bickering will be nowhere near as fun since we can no longer be face to face. (By the way, making you flustered to the point of blushing was one of my favorite tasks. You are most adorable and I can't tell you how many times I simply wanted to kiss you into oblivion when your cheeks tinged pink. I'm quite sure that blush ran the whole length of your body.)

"Lucifer!" she felt her cheeks turning pink. He always did enjoy getting her worked up. She couldn't help smiling again, knowing he held himself back from kissing her. 'Good,' she thought, 'maybe he WAS as flustered as I was!'

She turned her focus back to his words on the page.

The combination to the safe is 0422.

'That's random,' Chloe thought and then looked at the familiar numbers again. HER birth date. The combination to his safe that she and Linda and Dan had tried to crack open ON her birthday, was her birth date.

"Damn you," she pressed her lips together remembering how frustrated and flustered she had been on that particular birthday because Lucifer had run off to Las Vegas.

And then she recalled the way that night had ended. It was the second time she had fallen asleep in this very bed. Dan and Linda had knocked out on the couch but Chloe had been right there in his bed when Lucifer returned home.

"Well what do we have here?" Lucifer had whispered as he tiptoed up the steps and peeked over top of her body to see that she was asleep. He had gone into a short soliloquy about why he had again run off to Las Vegas…why he had 'bluffed' to keep her from coming with him…and how he realized that bluffing was just another word for lying – something he didn't want to do, "especially to you, Detective." He had placed a large hand against her back ever so gently as he divulged his thoughts.

Chloe had heard the last part of his confession and chose not to question it. Especially when he realized they had tampered with his safe and he stood up to check that damage.

She gave a fake yawn to let him know she was now aware of his presence. In turn, he gave her a present.

"I thought it prudent to give your birthday gift in private, Detective." Chloe had blushed as he opened the safe that she, Linda and Dan had tried to crack open earlier in the evening. Her face was practically childlike, telling him how much she had wanted just this for her birthday: some time alone with him and perhaps a gift if he wanted.

She had tried not to be too eager opening the box. Lucifer's wealth impressed her but she never wanted to let him know that. Nor did she want him to get her something expensive. If he was giving her a heartfelt gift, that's what counted in Chloe's mind.

The gold chain and somewhat odd looking pendant were interesting. She let the chain dangle from her hand. "It's beautiful," she smiled.

Lucifer scoffed slightly. It certainly wasn't something he would use to impress anyone other than Chloe.

"What is it?" Chloe had to ask the follow-up question knowing that he would likely be thrilled to explain himself.

"Why, it's the bullet…from when you shot me, remember, early in our partnership, in the warehouse?" He watched her face closely for the memory.

Of course she remembered. He dared her to shoot him, trying to prove his metaphorical immortality to her. Well, at that time it was metaphorical…until she had actually sent the bullet searing through the flesh on his leg. Thank God she hadn't aimed for his head or chest. He bled. He felt the pain; excruciating pain, truth be told. It had been Lucifer's first hint that something was truly different about his Detective Decker.

"Yeah, I remember," she spoke quietly wondering why he would want to remember that moment.

"Well, I thought, since it's highly likely that I will never penetrate you…I could at least commemorate the one time you penetrated me." He grinned that devilish yet innocent smile as he spoke to her.

Chloe laughed. It was pure Lucifer. And the gift was one only he could share with her. It was a memory that had made her cringe more than once. But with the jewelry hanging around her neck it had made her smile.

She had opened her arms, requesting a hug as a way to tell him 'thank you' and Lucifer had accepted. They sat on his bed, her wearing one of his shirts, a special necklace that he had just given her, and him feeling quite boyish, like a student who had given a favorite teacher a special keepsake.

Chloe reluctantly climbed out of the bed. She wrapped her fingers around that very necklace that still sat around her neck. Then she placed the letter carefully on the bedside table, went to the safe and pressed the numbers causing the door to open. The space behind the door lit up revealing a much larger area than she recalled but inside, in fact, were the items Lucifer referred to.

On top was a letter for Dan, Chloe's ex-husband and Trixie's father. Lucifer had printed the words "Detective Douche" on the outside of the envelope. Chloe smiled and wondered why on earth Lucifer would leave something for Dan. There was no love-loss between the two men although Chloe was quite sure Lucifer would defend her ex if he were truly in trouble.

A wrapped, children's sized shoe box was next with the name "Charlie" printed on the envelope, obviously with a card inside. Lucifer's nephew was Amenadiel and Linda's infant son, the one who had been kidnapped by the demons causing Lucifer's return to Hell. Chloe could only imagine what Lucifer would give to his own flesh and blood with the thought he may never encounter the child again.

The box for Trixie was larger, more the size of a boot box, wrapped in pink glittery paper with unicorns adorning it. There were two envelopes on top of this box. One had Chloe's name on it but the second was addressed to "Beatrix". Chloe questioned this but figured Lucifer was just unfamiliar with Trixie's real name, Beatrice. Still, just the thought of Lucifer giving something meaningful to her daughter brought a fresh round of tears to Chloe's eyes. She knew he cared, probably almost as much as Trixie cared for him.

Which would be a whole other ordeal that she couldn't even bear to think about yet – how would Trixie deal with Lucifer leaving?

At the bottom of the stack, was a brown envelope marked with a typewritten label, 'Ms. Chloe Jane Decker'.

She put each of the items on the bed, pushed them toward the center and then rounded her way back to Lucifer's side of the bed where she climbed under the covers and picked up his letter once more.

Yes, your birthday is my safe's combination. You're probably cursing me for that now, aren't you? You, Dr. Linda and your douche bag of an ex still owe me for damaging my antique Assyrian wall in your little escapade. What combinations did you try, anyway? Hmmm? Let me guess, 666, 6969? 8008? (It spells 'boob' but I'm betting Linda suggested that option, didn't she?)

If I know you as well as I think I do, you're now sitting on my bed with the boxes and envelopes in front of you. Chloe, I know you want to open the box with the misspelled name of our urchin. And yes, I'm calling her OUR urchin because I care for her too. I hope you'll see that in my gift to her. But please let her open it. You can open YOUR card on that box now however and I will reveal to you there the contents of her gift.

Chloe felt like he was reading her mind. Perhaps the two of them really did know each other better than either of them let on. And then there was the fact that he was referring to Trixie as his own. She breathed shallowly with that thought and then pulled the box toward her.

Pink sprinkles and unicorn wrapping paper… Much like the unicorn he had allowed Trixie to paint on his face the night the three of them had played Monopoly for the first time. That night would forever be etched in her memory. It was the first time since Chloe's separation from Dan, that she felt a sense of family with someone besides her daughter. Lucifer had brought that feeling into their home. She would forever remember that one night and his willingness to be part of it.

Chloe pulled her envelope off the top of the gift. She opened it, halfway expecting more calligraphy, but instead she found a computer generated card with a picture of a rabbit on the front. "Benjamin Bunny" was the name at the bottom of the card. Chloe opened it curiously, the character name sounded familiar.

Chloe,

There are two things inside this box. First is a signed, original copy of "The Tale of Benjamin Bunny" by Beatrix Potter. Amenadiel acquired this book for me when I told him of our urchin's adventurous spirit and tenacious attitude about everything. If I ever am blessed with the opportunity to see that young lady again, I will call her Beatrix because I believe it suits her. I know you call her Trixie or Monkey. To me she will be Beatrix the Urchin and I will cherish the moments I've spent with her.

The second, Chloe, is money to cover whatever educational needs Miss Beatrix might require. You nor Dan need worry about paying for her schooling. If you choose for her to attend Starford Academy followed by an Ivy League college, consider it my treat.

In addition, a portion of Lux's profits are being sent to an account for your child. She can have access to that account when she turns 21.

The L.A. detective sat stunned, overwhelmed, again feeling like she was reading Lucifer's will and yet not believing this.

"What the hell, Lucifer?" she whispered into the air.

Without going back to his original letter, she went ahead and reached for her own envelope. It was thick. She slowly unclasped the flap and began pulling documents out.

Chloe recognized a picture on the top of the pile. It was one of Lucifer's houses, the one in the Hollywood Hills where they had captured the Sinnerman. While the home was beautiful, it certainly didn't give Chloe a warm fuzzy feeling.

She flipped to the next set of sheets that had a picture of a Beverly Hills mansion on it. Gorgeous house, a bit ostentatious but interesting. The third packet had a picture of a more down to earth house albeit still a mansion. Chloe noticed this house was near Runyon Canyon. Now that would be a great location…

She sat back and looked at the packets in front of her. All of them were familiar. All of them were homes that Lucifer owned. She recalled looking at similar packets during the search for the Sinnerman when Lucifer had kidnapped the villain to punish the man.

Now she had to turn back to his letter, hoping for a little more explanation.

Once her eyes focused again she continued reading.

The box for Charlie is a similar gift that I believe Linda and my brother will help the young lad appreciate as he grows. Please deliver it to them and open yourself up to Linda. Her counseling can help you, Chloe. She shares your experiences, My Love. Please don't lose contact with her or them.

The letter for the douche, you ask? There was one point when he reminded me that you are the mother of his child. He ordered me to take care of you. I simply want to let him know that I expect the same from him.

And your envelope? You'll recognize my real estate purchases. Chloe, it's time that you and our urchin have a place to call your own. Look at the houses, their locations, whichever you choose is yours. I suspect I know which you would prefer, but the choice is yours.

In my dreams the house you choose becomes our home. My Dearest Chloe, you have changed my life. I return to Hell to protect you and Beatrix and Charlie. But my hell loop will forever be the life I am missing apart from you.

You are my heart.

I love you,

Lucifer

Chloe read through the entire letter again. She glanced at the boxes on the bed, moved them all back into the safe and shut the door. Then she replayed her last moments on the balcony with Lucifer in her mind. Her tearful admission of love; his words of love, his kiss, his departure all played on what she could only imagine was her hell loop.

And as the sun continued to shine through the windows of the room, Chloe found herself crying again against his pillow, on his side of the bed, until she wrapped herself in the covers of his makeshift arms and fell back into a more-than-restless sleep.