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Chapter 2 brings a little more insight to Chloe's current situation, and a little look back at the beginnings of their partnership.
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Wrap Me in Your Wings - Chapter Two
When she woke again and found her phone it was midnight. Chloe didn't realize how much a toll the ordeal with Lucifer had put on her. She lay back on the pillow and held her phone up above her face. Two more calls from Dan, two more voice mails. Four texts from her ex, two from Trixie and one from Linda.
She looked at the ones from Trixie asking where she was and when she would be home. The last one said, "I hope you're okay. Daddy says I'm staying with him." She would answer them eventually but knew she just couldn't handle it right now.
The message from Linda was very simple, "Are you ok? Amenadiel and Maze talked to me. Chloe, I'm here if you need me."
Chloe put the phone down beside her and put her forearm over her eyes. Am I ok? She let the thought linger through her mind without a real answer. She didn't know if she was alright and probably wouldn't know for months.
Between the revelation of Lucifer's real self to her; her trip to Europe with Trixie; the involvement of Father Kinley leading to near disaster with Lucifer; Eve's appearance in their lives… No wonder she felt overwhelmed, exhausted and completely unsure of almost everything in her life.
After a few more minutes of just lying there she knew she had to get out of bed and do something, even in the middle of the night. She debated reading his letter again but then opted against that idea since her eyes were still burning from shed tears. So she opted to drag herself to the bathroom and perhaps, in the wee hours of the morning, into the kitchen to at least get a drink of water.
She sat up in bed and thought for a moment. Did Lucifer have a kitchen? The bar was more than obvious for getting a drink, but surely he had more than just alcoholic beverages to choose from.
In the bathroom she splashed water on her face and nervously decided to open the towel closet and a couple of drawers under the expansive marble sink. Within the more-than-just-towels closet she actually found an array of bathrobes, both men's and women's. She looked at them each with a smile on her face recognizing the men's variety as mostly Lucifer's. There were a few, cotton robes instead of silk, that she could picture some of his male guests using.
"Eww," her lips crumpled slightly with the thought.
She knew Lucifer wasn't opposed to partners of the either sex but she had never allowed herself to overthink about his choices…gender or number. She shivered slightly and shook off the current thought as she started looking at the female options. To her surprise the last two in the line of about five robes had monograms on them. One was shorter and silk. The other was one of the softest cotton robes she had ever touched, probably knee length. She pulled that one off the hanger and looked at the letters sewn in gold thread: CJD.
Chloe shook her head. She looked quickly at the short silk robe that matched Lucifer's favorite. It as well held her initials. That couldn't be purely coincidence, could it? She was going to accept this little sign as a hint that Lucifer wanted her there, and wanted her in comfort.
She pulled the robe over her arms and tied the belt around her waist, covering the shirt that she was refusing to change out of at that point. The cotton felt heavenly against her skin. And for a moment as she brushed her cheek against the collar, she imagined having Lucifer's arms around her and feeling the softness and warmth of his embrace.
Chloe breathed out shakily and made her way out of the bathroom. She wandered to the back of the bar and sure-enough located the kitchen. She shook her head as she stepped in and flipped one of the three switches on the wall. It was like walking onto the set of Master Chef.
Did he really cook? The space looked immaculate. But he had fed her grilled cheese one night and had presented her with a five-star meal another night in the penthouse. While it seemed unlikely, she could still picture him dancing around the kitchen with an apron on preparing food as if it was his life's work.
She found herself smiling about that. The idea of him making omelets and bacon popped into her head. The memory that he had indeed broken into her house and cooked her breakfast on one particular occasion now made her tingle.
Without a second thought she made her way to the refrigerator which was three times bigger than a single man actually required. She found a glass sitting on the counter and used the device on the fridge door to get herself a glass of ice water. She leaned her hip against the counter and breathed in and out as she sipped the cool liquid.
Perhaps, in Lucifer's absence, she should get to know the penthouse a little better. She was already beginning to realize that her emotions about him were going to hit in waves. Memories, thoughts, unanswered questions were going to become part of her life for the foreseeable future. Maybe, just maybe, she could learn more about him in this particular location, his home on earth.
So she made her way back into the expansive open living room. She again put her hand on the top of the piano and looked around. Chloe knew there was a practical library of books along one wall of the room. She had never really paid attention to any of the books before, until now.
If his gift to Trixie was an autographed copy of a classic, what other surprises might she find on these shelves? She sat her glass down on a coaster at the bar and then began focusing on the book spines and various titles. Two shelves up she spotted a title that made her roll her eyes. "Kamasutra" was the title in ornate design. Next to it, a second copy of the same book with different lettering style. And, she realized, there were three others.
Five copies of the ancient sex manual on his bookshelves, right out in the open. She sighed out loud and could practically hear him asking her which version she'd like to peruse with him. He was such an ass when it came to sex talk. He could work it into every conversation.
She did have to admit he was correct about the effects of his innuendos. When he started in on her, or made a sexual reference that got her flustered, her blush did go from head to toe. Chloe was well aware of that fact because she could feel it from her cheeks, to her chest, in her breasts, through her stomach down through her hips and thighs.
"You know that about me, don't you?" God, if she ever admitted that to him out loud he would have a field day with it. She felt her cheeks beginning to flush with just that thought. "I don't know if I could ever have gotten into bed with you if I was sober, ya know?" she chuckled to herself and then suddenly sobered up as she truly thought she could hear his rebuttal…
"If you were ever sober and willing, Detective, it would be an amazing time of learning and exploration for both of us. I would never hurt you or embarrass you if we were to make love. It would be a most beautiful experience and I would be more than grateful to share it with you."
Chloe swallowed a bit roughly. She could hear his voice saying the words and she could practically feel him behind her gently wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him, brushing his lips against her ear as he whispered truly loving words to her.
"Lucifer," she whispered out loud and then blew a breath out through her lips trying to calm both her body and her heart. She licked her lips and then tried to focus on more of the books in front of her.
She quickly tilted her head to read more of the titles. "Hamlet," she creased her eyebrows in thought and pulled the old, leather bound work off the shelf. As she opened the front cover she saw the hand scribbled remark.
"Oh…my…God…" She put a hand over her mouth and shook her head. Lucifer had contributed some thought to William Shakespeare? Chloe rolled her tongue around in her mouth and slowly shook her head back and forth. "Of course you did," she rolled her eyes and smiled.
As she put that bit of history back on the shelf she noticed an entire section of unlabeled, much more recent books in the bottom right hand corner. She wandered toward them noticing different tinges of scarlet, maroon, deep shades of red and nearly a dozen of what looked to be journals.
Pulling one of them off the shelf, she opened to the middle and immediately recognized the handwriting. It was the same as the letter he had written to her and she realized quickly these were likely Lucifer's journals. But why would he have them on display for anyone to see? Unless, perhaps, these were him trying his hand at writing some horny, fanfiction type story that would only spur on any sexual partners he might bring into the penthouse.
Chloe held the book open without reading it for a moment, for fear that she might see exactly that – some made up sexual reference, courtesy Lucifer Morningstar.
On second thought, she thought, something about this entire situation simply led her to believe that she was supposed to see these, and read them.
She glanced at the date written at the top of the page. It was from two years prior. She closed the book to inspect it a little closer and noticed the written numbers on the base of each spine. He had them in numerical order which probably meant she should start with the first and see what he had to say.
She took the book and her glass of water back to the bedroom. Chloe stopped as she stepped toward the bed, seeing a slight ripple in the curtains and suddenly smelling a hint of Lucifer's aftershave.
She had to stop herself from wondering if he was there. She remembered easily that she was in his home, surrounded by his possessions and getting ready to climb back into his bed. Of course his essence was everywhere. That's exactly why she had stayed after he went away.
Chloe took another sip of water and flicked on the lamp beside the bed. She somewhat understood the sheer black curtains that were currently pulled away from the bedroom windows. At 1AM the lights from Lux's outer shell shined bright enough that it looked like early evening inside the penthouse.
She thought twice before picking up the journal. Instead she grabbed her phone once more and looked through Dan's text messages.
Chloe, what the hell is going on? Are you with Lucifer?
Clo it sounds like all hell is breaking loose at the Mayan. What is going on?
Chloe I've called and left messages. I know something is going on. Trix and I are going to Linda's. Meet us there.
And finally, Have you run away with Lucifer? I know things are chaos now, Clo, but Trixie needs to know where you are. I do too.
She knew he was right. She just really didn't want to face him right now. She didn't need her ex telling her that she should've never gotten involved with Lucifer, or that he knew all along Lucifer would hurt her. Dan had no business telling her any of that. She didn't choose to fall in love with Lucifer but the fact was, she had. And as soon as she could find the strength she would make that point to her ex husband.
In response to his messages she decided it had been almost 24 hours and he needed an answer before he put out an a.p.b. or missing persons report. He did work with the police, after all.
Dan, I'm ok. Please take care of Trixie, I know you will. I just need some time by myself right now, please. Tell Trixie I love her and I will call her soon, I promise.
She hit send, took a shaky breath and closed her eyes for a moment. She was slightly surprised when her phone buzzed almost immediately.
I don't understand all that's happened but I know you are hurting. I love you, Clo, and I'll be here for you whatever you need.
Well, that wasn't what she expected. Dan must've talked to Amenadiel or Linda. Chloe was quite sure they were the only ones who could've kept him level headed.
Without giving him any more of a response Chloe turned her focus back to the journal in her lap.
She opened the cover and looked at the date on the first page. She knew she couldn't remember the date exactly, but it was four years ago and she was quite sure it was the date she and Lucifer first met.
Delilah is gone. Gone. Gunshots, blood, and she was lying on the ground, dead. That is NOT how her life was supposed to end. Of course she made mistakes but I gave her a fresh start, pointed her in the right direction and what? She is dead.
I will find the person who killed her. He will be punished.
Not to mention, my suit was ruined. Prada… six bullet holes in my coat and shirt. Shit. Not the best night of my life.
Now, on the lighter side, the LAPD showed up at Lux to investigate Delilah's death. You know how much I enjoy torturing police officers. (Chloe noted the devil-depicting drawing beside that sentence.) However there is a detective who is quite intriguing.
Chloe Decker… She's saucy, and quite sexy. She appears to be a challenge. And as much as I want to find Delilah's killer, I believe I also want to get under this detective's skin.
Perhaps I can do both at the same time. This may be the start of a beautiful, torturous opportunity.
Chloe laughed. She actually laughed out loud. He had made her his target from day one, from the moment they met. Of course he had. In the back of her mind she knew that already. But there was something about reading it; knowing he noted her in his journal; that made her feel a warmth in her heart.
He really had set out to get her. Maybe she could learn from his determination.
She flipped the page and continued reading.
Detective Decker and I spent the day together again today. She handcuffed me! But not in the fun way. She's quite the spitfire. It's easy to see she knows what she's doing and is determined to find the answers in Delilah's case. But she lacks self confidence. I feel the need to find out why, and remedy that situation. I'm quite sure she's a brilliant criminal mind with something holding her back.
OH! I knew the detective looked familiar. How could I NOT recognize that name. HOT TUB HIGH SCHOOL. Fuck it Father, I found heaven on earth, Daaad. I am working alongside Chloe Decker and those amazing breasts that have made me erupt more times than I can count.
The down side of that is that it appears I won't be bringing her to the Lux penthouse anytime soon. For some reason she is immune to my devilish charms. When I stared into her eyes I found myself more lost than she was. And her answer was less than informative. She doesn't desire me… at least not yet. Call me a determined devil, I'm not giving up on Chloe Decker.
Ah, down side number two? The lovely detective comes with baggage. Well, perhaps I won't call HER offspring 'baggage'. The youngster has a cuteness about her and seems to share her mother's spitfire spirit. She called herself Beatrice, but said everyone calls her Trixie? Seriously? What mother would call her child a hooker's name? I'm familiar with at least six Trixie's who have shared my bed on numerous occasions over the millennia. I refuse to call her child by that name, although Beatrice doesn't suit her either. I'll accept this as another challenge, finding a proper name for this small urchin who appears to come as a bonus package.
This will be a serious dent in my efforts to despise children.
Child born out of wedlock? No. That's the true baggage attached to the good detective. Her near-ex is a complete douche bag. Apparently they are separated. I will welcome the opportunity to put him in his place, mentally and physically. Whatever he did to hurt Chloe needs to be punished and I will gladly handle that personally.
Chloe found herself smiling. She really didn't realize she had had such an impact on Lucifer from the very beginning of their relationship. Trixie had gotten under his skin the minute he met her. And Dan… She didn't see her ex as a douche, most of the time.
She and Dan had separated purely because Chloe felt she needed to make the best choice possible for herself and Trixie. She knew Dan loved them both, but he was dedicated to his job more than his family. The separation was the best thing for all of them.
She thought a little deeper. Lucifer coming into their lives had made Dan take a closer look at the road their lives had taken. He was jealous of Lucifer, obviously. In turn, Lucifer was jealous of Dan. Chloe actually believed the two of them complimented each other in her life. They irked each other enough that it made them both think about how they fit into her life.
Chloe flipped the page and recognized a dark smudge in the upper corner. It was blood. She glanced down at the words and knew after the first sentence that this page would remind her of her first true look into Lucifer's soft side, for her.
I thought I had lost her. The bullet hit her shoulder, but blood went everywhere and she told me, ME, that she didn't want to die.
And I couldn't let her die. She has a child at home to care for who needs her. I…need her.
Did I actually say that? I've known this woman less than a week. She should've been a one night stand at this point, mixed in with a few others, but she hasn't graced my presence other than on a professional level. But something inside of me says I need her.
I let my devil face escape on Jimmy, the bad guy in this case, the one who shot my Detective. I shouldn't have let him survive. If Chloe had died, he would not have lived.
But she did survive. And here's a new one for the record, I stayed at the hospital while she was in surgery and was there when she woke up. I didn't make my presence known while her coworkers and the douche were there. I charmed my way into her recovery room and sat with her. (Come to think of it I may have a nurse or two or three coming to the penthouse tonight for my recovery plan!)
Chloe rolled her eyes. The man was insatiable.
I watched her sleep. It was one of the most peaceful experiences of my life. I have no idea why I felt the need to save her life, or if I really did. But watching her in that hospital bed, I think I felt my heartbeat for the first time in a long while.
What is it about you Chloe Decker?
I wanted to be there when you awoke. I wanted to be the first one that you saw after that horrible ordeal. I wanted… well, I wanted to press my lips to yours as your eyes fluttered open and tell you that you were going to be fine.
Instead I joked, I know. That's my nature. You asked how long you had been out. It was just a few hours, not three years. But my answer made you smile. You called me an ass, and you're correct. But my ass-ness made you smile and to me that was all that mattered.
Your friends and family will say 'thank God you're okay,' and perhaps they are right. Perhaps HE did pull you through. But I had a hand in that as well.
Because of that you're my detective now, Detective. Get used to seeing me around. I'm your devil, and I'm here to stay.
Chloe stopped reading, pulled the thin ribbon from the back of the book and marked her place. She needed to think about the words he had written and let them soak into her mind and heart.
She was determined to hold those last lines in the deepest part of her and with them, the hope that perhaps one day he would come back to her.
"Lucifer Morningstar, I am your detective. I'm used to having you around. You are my devil, and I want you back…to stay."