*Author's Note: This chapter contains a sexual situation toward the end of it. If these scenes aren't for you, you will likely figure out where to stop reading. (Sorry, I'm attempting not to give any other more obvious spoilers - thanks for your understanding.)
Wrap Me in Your Wings – Chapter 19
They found themselves back at Chloe's apartment by 8:30. She sent Trixie straight to her room to finish homework and then followed Lucifer upstairs where he was hanging his suit bag in her closet.
"I didn't think you would mind," Lucifer didn't look at Chloe as he unzipped the bag and began sorting through the dress pants, shirts and coats that he had packed.
"What's wrong?" Chloe asked again. "You were practically silent on the way home. What changed from when we were on your balcony?" She crossed her arms over her chest but it wasn't because she was upset with him; she was worried.
"Nothing," Lucifer finally looked at her and smiled. "I just started thinking about the urchin's request. She likes – you both like - to camp out, don't you?"
Chloe decided to accept his change of subject, loosened her arms and nodded. "We enjoy it, yeah. That was something we did, with Dan, to just get away from everything for a little while. We haven't been since the divorce was finalized. Dan has the tent that we used and the backpacks…"
Lucifer listened to her. That really was the reason he had gone back to the safe – looking for the real estate information. In that moment he realized this discussion could be a bit of a distraction from his thoughts of Azrael and why she might be delivering their father's message.
"Where's the folder, with the pictures of my houses?" He asked with a more genuine smile on his face.
"Oh," Chloe stepped behind him into the closet and pointed to the box toward the back.
Lucifer enjoyed the feel of her hand on his back, simply making her way past him in the tight space. He watched her for a second, but then put his hand out and grabbed her wrist gently. Chloe looked back at him surprised until he tugged on her arm and without a word she turned around and let him kiss her.
She felt his arm wrap around her waist and had no problem at all with his lips on hers.
"What was that for?" she caught her breath as he pulled away and she was left breathless.
"Just because I can, I guess," Lucifer smiled at her sweetly.
"Here," Chloe finished the task she had started and handed him the folder that was buried under a few other items in the box.
Lucifer took the paperwork and sat down with it on the bed. He saw exactly what he was thinking of as soon as he opened the folder. The picture of his property adjacent to Runyon Canyon was right on top.
"You like this one?" He held up the picture when Chloe sat down beside him.
"Well, yeah," Chloe's eyes gave away her true feeling about the home. "It's got a great back yard, hiking trails nearby. But the house is massive. What do you need with five bedrooms, three full bathrooms and two half baths? Plus a game room in the basement? You don't even play video games – do you?"
Lucifer chuckled, "But people who are visiting and want an Air B-N-B do. This little baby has made a pretty penny in the three year's I've owned it," he informed her.
Chloe nodded and her mouth dropped open, "Well, that makes a lot of sense! But in your letter you said-"
"That you can have any of these that you want. I know, and I mean that. The apartment is nice, Detective, but you and the urchin seemed very happy when you were living at Penelope's house and had more room to move," he explained. "This particular location would give the urchin and you a nice place to camp anytime you'd like. The back yard, the canyon, lots of choices."
"And you," Chloe added in.
"Oh, I don't camp," Lucifer quipped and looked back at the picture.
Chloe laughed. Why didn't that surprise her? He was more comfortable in a suit and tie than he was in jeans and hiking boots.
"We're not," Chloe started as she thought about his offer, "I mean, I can't… I can't just take over this house," she pointed to the picture. "Unless…" she held her breath, not even wanting to venture into the idea in her mind.
"But it would be your home. Beatrix could have any room in the house. Penelope could come stay anytime she would like and you wouldn't even know she was there," Lucifer interrupted.
Chloe put a hand on his to get his attention. "I- we, Trixie and I, we aren't going to live there without…"she stopped her sentence, widened her eyes and hoped he would understand what she was saying.
"But I would give the house to you. It would be yours," Lucifer still wasn't completely understanding what she was saying.
Chloe swallowed a little nervously. "I wouldn't want to live there without you," she finally said quietly but firmly. "That's why I couldn't even give it a second thought while you were gone. If you couldn't be there with me… I just…"
Lucifer smiled. She was hinting at moving in together, living together. It was apparently a natural progression of relationships, one he really hadn't thought about. Or perhaps, like him staying with her right now, it was just something that seemed so natural that his mind hadn't given it any other thought.
"I guess I hadn't thought about that. I just wanted to make sure you had a place of your own. And I knew it should be a place where you and Beatrix would have room to enjoy and grow and entertain," Lucifer was being completely honest and Chloe understood.
He continued as she listened, "I mean you're welcome at Lux, but that's probably not the best place for the urchin. And I have these other properties that can be yours at any time… Ours…at any time," he watched her as he said the words, "But that idea is moving really quickly and it's probably something you don't even want to think about right now."
Chloe raised her eyebrows and laughed a little nervously, "Well, obviously I've thought about it, but yeah, the whole moving in together idea…" she nodded, pressed her lips together and her eyes looked away from his, "…kinda fast…"
They both sat there thinking about that for a few minutes. Was it fast? Considering all they had been through together, was the idea of living together so far-fetched?
"Mom?" Trixie's voice came up the stairs.
"Yeah, Babe?" Chloe patted Lucifer's thigh and then headed out of the bedroom.
Lucifer sat the picture of the house in the folder on the table beside Chloe's side of the bed. He listened to hear Trixie say that she was finished with homework and wanted her excuse note to put in her backpack. With that he went back into the closet and finished hanging up his clothing and looking at Chloe's.
Azrael's note popped into his mind again.
On the one hand, his father could be sending Azrael to collect him and take him back to Hell. It could be Lucifer's signal that God was done giving him leeway and letting him walk the earth. He had gotten to enjoy one night with Chloe – truly enjoy being in her presence. He had spent time with Trixie which was an added bonus if he was being truthful. And he had gotten to tell Chloe that he loved her.
Ultimately that's what Lucifer had wanted. It was closure, of sorts; and yet it had opened up an entirely new door, new thoughts and opportunities for him about life…and love.
He pulled his suitcase onto the bed and opened it. He had packed pajama pants, a robe, underwear and toiletries. Lucifer pulled the items out and took his shaver and toothbrush into Chloe's bathroom. He sat them on the sink next to her makeup and hairbrush then stood and looked in the mirror.
Moving in with Chloe and Beatrix… Oh for Father's sake… that idea should terrify him. It should send bile into his throat and make him run away screaming. But as he stood there looking at himself the thought did the opposite. As when Chloe had helped save Lux from demolition, he felt a sense of home and of belonging. She made him feel that. It was being with her that made him content.
The thought of moving in with him probably terrified Chloe. Sure, she loved him… but living with him. He knew his lifestyle was certainly not one that she approved of. But if they were to be together, he would need to make changes. Lucifer knew that.
Still, she hadn't lived with a man since Dan. And Lucifer had lived with Eve, but he still couldn't consider that a true relationship.
All of those thoughts brought him back to the contents of his safe at Lux. Was he thinking about all of this for nothing? Should he tell Chloe about the note – would it just complicate matters? Was keeping it from her…lying to her?
Was his father merciful enough to give him more than he deserved with Chloe?
He thought about the ring in the box and wondered what his father's message could be. Ultimately he just wanted to know. He hated being left in the dark.
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The light knock on the bedroom door made Lucifer step out of the bathroom. He had changed into his normal nightclothes, including a t-shirt for the moment, considering there was an 11 year old girl in the house.
Trixie peeked in at him and asked to read the Benjamin Bunny book again since she was more awake. Lucifer agreed without hesitation but made her promise to read part of it as well.
He told her he would be in her room in 10 minutes so she'd best be ready for bed.
She grinned and headed back out the door but noticed the picture of the house by the bed. "Ooo, what's this?"
Lucifer again peeked around the corner from the bathroom, this time with a toothbrush in his mouth. He started to tell her it was his house but then had a quick second thought about that. "It's a rental house," he shared. Hey, it was true.
"Are we gonna rent it?" Trixie looked at the pool and the pictures of the fenced back yard.
Lucifer took a deep breath. Since she was asking him, he assumed he was included in that collective we. "Perhaps," he hoped the simple, one word answer would suffice.
"Where is it?" Trixie picked up the paperwork and started looking at the written information.
"Nowhere you need to be concerned about! Now, Beatrix, put that down," Lucifer spit out his toothpaste into the sink and quickly rounded the bed to take the sheet from her.
"This was one of the houses in the folder that Mom brought home from Lux, wasn't it?" Trixie asked him curiously.
Lucifer stared straight ahead for a moment attempting to get his thoughts in order. "Maybe," again he gave her a one word answer.
"But aren't those houses that you-"
"Would you go get ready for bed, Child?" Lucifer pointed out the door. "Go, or you're reading Benjamin Bunny to yourself," he threatened.
"Okaaayyy," Trixie whined and put the paperwork back on the nightstand where she found it. "Geez, can't a kid ask a few questions?"
Lucifer looked at her. "You reached your question quota in Las Vegas. Now scram!"
Trixie laughed at him and went out the door.
Lucifer looked again at the house picture then closed his eyes and cleared his head. A simple children's book, a bedtime conversation with Chloe, perhaps he could convince her to make love again, and then a good night's sleep. That's all he wanted to focus on. The rest he would deal with in the morning.
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Dr. Linda accused me of being jealous. Can you believe that? Standing in a parking lot with a woman whose husband had been murdered, Linda had the nerve of suggesting that perhaps I could identify with the wife…who was jealous!
The devil doesn't get jealous. The devil does as he pleases, gets involved with whomever he wishes and sleeps with anyone he wants. Why on earth would she believe I am jealous.
She probably thinks it's because I got my knickers in a twist when the douche showed up at OUR crime scene and the Detective practically ran to him.
I've no reason to be jealous of that man. The fact that he was married to the Detective, shares a child with her and once shared her bed means nothing to me. I can offer her much more than he can if she could ever get her mind off of him – if he would just leave her alone!
Every time I think the Detective and I are making progress, in swoops the douche and we practically go back to square one.
I finally ferreted out the murderer. I went to a therapy session where patients were mourning their beloved murdered doctor and found that the man – a friend of the victim and his wife – was angry that Mrs. Therapist was in love with the dead doctor.
Did I mention our dead man was known as the cheater therapist? And said-therapist had cheated on his wife – yet she still loved him. The killer was jealous…the killer let jealousy get the best of him. The killer said he couldn't understand why the wife would stay with someone who didn't deserve her.
Chloe heard part of that discussion. She asked if my feelings were similar to the killer's? Well of course not! Granted there are days I would very much like to get rid of Detective Douche because he hinders our partnership – but I don't want to kill the man. Chloe just deserves someone more attentive to her needs. She deserves someone who will respect her and all that she has on her plate. Someone better than Daniel for sure. He doesn't deserve her.
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Chloe stopped reading as she heard the two voices in the bedroom behind her. Trixie and Lucifer had discussed where he needed to sit – on the bed with her again – to see the book and share the reading responsibilities. That's when Chloe had grabbed Lucifer's journal and found where she had left off in her own reading.
She wanted to join them in Trixie's room but quickly decided to let this Beatrix Potter infatuation become a Trixifer 'thing'. Trixifer – Chloe giggled to herself. That was a cute name. She would keep it to herself for a little while at least.
"This Beatrix Potter lady wrote a lot of kids books," Chloe heard Trixie telling Lucifer about the set they had purchased so she could read some of the author's other books until Lucifer came home. The two agreed that perhaps they would read another one of the books together on a different night.
Trixie sounded excited about it. Lucifer was slightly hesitant.
That made Chloe pause to think. It wasn't his normal, try to get out of it, kind of hesitation. What she heard in Lucifer's voice was a touch of trepidation, almost like, I might not be here to read it with you.
She kept listening as they began reading the book and found herself leaning her head back and relaxing on the couch. Her heart thumped in her chest listening to Lucifer read. How could he be so devilish and then such a selfless man all in one body?
Chloe thought about the last journal that Lucifer had written. She and Trixie had argued about that at the penthouse. It was one of the ones her daughter wanted to bring back and read. But Chloe wasn't even sure she wanted to read it.
When she and Trixie had returned from Italy Chloe was nearly convinced that she had to help Father Kinley send Lucifer back to Hell. Her heart was broken in Italy. Actually, she had felt completely broken during part of that time studying historic lessons about her dear friend. While it had been an absolutely amazing time with her daughter, she was reliving the fact that Lucifer was in fact Satan and how he had already affected her life.
For a little while, after returning from their European adventure, Chloe recognized things that the devil-hating priest had told her to expect. Lucifer would alter his plans to fit hers, he would change tactics to turn Chloe's heart in his favor.
But then after being back with him, spending time with him, Chloe again saw the man she had gotten to know over the past years. The man she had fallen in love with who would alter his plans to fit hers; the one who would change tactics to win her heart.
She realized she had to make her own decision about Lucifer. Yes, she had seen his devil face. She knew his true identity. The priest didn't know her Lucifer; she did. She had seen his ugly. But she had also seen his beautiful. Every time he helped her with a case… every time he made her laugh… every time he allowed her daughter to hug him…
In her heart, Chloe had decided there was more beautiful than ugly and she wanted him in her life.
There on the couch she found herself with tears in her eyes once again. Of course she wanted him in her life. He was lying on the bed reading with her daughter. The man that despised children was bringing life to a children's book with her 11-year-old who adored him.
Chloe thought about the short conversation she and Lucifer had shared in the bedroom. Would moving in together be wrong? Was it wrong to think about that this quickly?
"Hey you," Lucifer pulled Chloe from her thoughts and closed the door to Trixie's room when he saw Chloe on the couch. "What are you sitting here thinking about?"
Chloe sniffled.
"What's this?" Lucifer rounded the couch and saw her forced smile.
"You are really sucking up to her aren't you?" Chloe breathed in, tried to play off her tears and relaxed a little bit.
"No, not at all," Lucifer brushed off her joking thought and looked with concern at her. "Now what's wrong?"
Chloe used her fingers to dab at her eyes. "You tell me," Chloe gave in as she pointed in a random direction. "Back at the penthouse, before we left, what was in the safe?"
Lucifer nodded slowly and directed his head toward Trixie's room. "Go say 'goodnight' to Beatrix. Then meet me in the bedroom and we'll talk."
Chloe nodded as well, "Okay."
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Lucifer ditched the t-shirt and the robe and sat down on the bed waiting for Chloe. He wanted to be truthful with her but he didn't want to scare her. Should he take Chloe with him to Lux to meet Azrael tomorrow or should he go alone?
Perhaps he should invite Miss Lopez to join him. She was a friend of his sister, Rae-Rae.
That gave him a little bit of hope. Azrael had befriended Ella. The angel of death had encouraged Ella to move to Los Angeles to be near Lucifer. Azrael wanted Lucifer to be there for her friend. Why would she now change that? Except for one fact: this message wasn't from Rae-Rae. Tomorrow's message was from God, with his angelic sister as the messenger.
Chloe stepped into the room and looked at Lucifer gripping the edge of the bed. His eyes were focused at a spot on the floor and she could tell there was some kind of conversation going on in his mind. She took the chance and closed the door behind her making a simple 'click' with the latch.
Lucifer looked up at her and began. "There was a note in the safe," he held his hands out in front of him and pointed his eyes at Chloe's. "One of my siblings is bringing a message from my father tomorrow."
Chloe tilted her head, "a sibling…like Amenadiel?"
Lucifer nodded, "Yes, but not him. Another angel, one of my sisters is bringing the message to me."
"Okay," Chloe nodded. "Where do we need to be and when?"
"I don't think," Lucifer put his hands together but kept looking at Chloe, "I don't think I want you to be there," he finished his thought.
"Why not?" Chloe crossed her arms over her chest and bit on her lip.
Lucifer breathed in and out several times as she waited for him to answer. "Because if His message is anything other than staying here, I'm afraid of how I might react. I don't want you to see…me…angry with my father. Chloe, I want to spend this night with you and if Father's message is for me to return to Hell, no questions asked, then at least your last thoughts of us together would be this – or breakfast in the morning – something…good."
"Alright," Chloe nodded but it was obvious that she didn't agree.
"It's not like you could change His mind," Lucifer spoke when she walked past him, grabbed his shirt that she would sleep in and went to the bathroom to change.
"Detective," Lucifer turned his body to speak in her direction.
Chloe didn't say anything but shut the door to the bathroom creating that physical barrier between them.
"Chloe," Lucifer stood up, went to the door and leaned his forehead and one of his hands against it.
"I understand what you're saying," he could hear the tension in her voice, "but I want to be there for you. I was there when you sent the demons back to Hell and I was fine. This couldn't be any worse than that," she tried to explain her thoughts.
Lucifer considered her words, but then decided to give her more information. "The angel that's delivering the message is Azrael, Chloe. Azrael…remember the flaming sword, Azrael's blade? Azrael is the Angel of Death. I cannot take that chance," Lucifer's voice countered Chloe's with insistence and a true fear that finally surfaced.
Chloe opened the bathroom door and allowed their eyes to meet.
Lucifer shook his head, "I won't take the chance of you being caught in the crossfire, or you being one of my sister's victims. Not because I disagree with my father's decision. If He says that I must return to Hell…if that's why Azrael is coming – to take me back – I don't want you to see that again. I don't want to have to look into your eyes and watch you cry again as I leave. I can't, Chloe… I just can't."
He closed his eyes, his chin dropped to his chest and Chloe could see the teardrops falling off his cheekbones.
"Okay," Chloe conceded softly. She quickly reached up and placed both hands on his face. She wiped the tears away gently with her thumbs and felt his wet eyelashes flutter against her fingertips. "Okay," she said again and shushed him as she tried to calm his mind.
"Hey," she urged him to open his eyes again and look at her. "It's okay…it'll be okay. I won't fight you about this anymore. We are here together, tonight. I'm not going anywhere, we are right here together. Tell me what you want," she guided him easily out of the cramped bathroom doorway into the openness of the bedroom.
"I just want to hold you," Lucifer whispered and easily felt his detective pressing herself against his bare chest. He wrapped his arms around her, placed one hand on her head and pulled it tighter against his skin. "I just want to know that you love me," he kissed the top of her head and pressed his lips through her hair, leaving the tingling sensation against her scalp.
After several quiet minutes Chloe pulled away from him with a kiss to his collarbone. She placed another on the pulse point on his neck and then met his eyes again.
"Turn around," Chloe requested and Lucifer looked at her curiously. He did as she asked but didn't have a clue what she was doing until he felt her fingertips run across the edge of his shoulder blade.
"Your scars," she gently rubbed her fingers over an area of his skin that had once been jagged and puckered by scar tissue, "they're gone."
Lucifer didn't cringe or turn on her like a wounded animal like he had done the first time she ever attempted to touch those very scars.
"Because my wings are back," he explained.
She knew they were. She had seen them on that fateful night that he used them to fly away from her and back to his other-worldly home.
"Show me, please," she turned their bodies so that she was standing at the foot of the bed with Lucifer in front of her.
He looked at her and mentally judged the width of the room. "Chloe, I don't think that's a good idea," his face was somewhat solemn.
"Lucifer," she allowed her hands to touch his chest gingerly, "the most vivid dream I've had of us being…together," she licked her lips and shyly looked up into his face, "included us making love and you wrapping me in your wings."
"You found that erotic?" Lucifer looked at her curiously.
Chloe shook her head, "Not erotic," she took a breath and pressed her hands against his chest, "it was intimate. It was your body, connected to mine and you, willing to open up every part of yourself to me. Just like we gave ourselves to each other, last night, only it was a step even further."
The two of them stared at each other. Until their few moments on the balcony, months before, Lucifer had been ashamed of his wings. First, actually, it was the scars she had seen that he didn't want to explain. Next had been the demonic side of him, wings like that of a bat; wings that had somehow helped Chloe get past her fears of him. And then it was his angel wings once more that were taking him back to Hell.
He was no longer ashamed of those wings. He had noticed how Chloe had admired them, and recalled that she, at one point, had mentioned that he was an angel. He had clung to that nugget of goodness that she had given to him.
Chloe watched him closely. She could see his mind running through various thoughts as he considered her request.
"Step back," Lucifer finally instructed her.
Chloe dutifully climbed onto the bed and sat with her legs folded underneath her, waiting.
Lucifer attempted to center himself in the open space in front of her. He looked to each side of him and then he watched Chloe's eyes as he did as she asked and unfurled his wings.
Chloe gasped at the sight of them. They were beautiful. Her eyes moved over the feathers in awe.
She noticed, however, that they were no longer purely white as they had been that night on the balcony. Now portions of his wings were slightly gray, as though they had absorbed smoke, or soot. And, some of the feathers looked to be singed. Still they were remarkable.
Neither of them said a word, but Chloe held his gaze as she climbed off the bed, stepped toward him and placed a kiss on his lips. She wound her arms over his shoulders and around his neck and felt the softness of his angelic appendages touching her skin. It was like the down of a baby duck, or a newborn baby's skin; more delicate than she could ever imagine.
Before Lucifer could wrap her in an embrace Chloe broke their kiss and took a single step away from him. In the next moment she removed her shirt and undergarments and stood before him naked. She let him gaze at her for just a few seconds before she also removed his clothing.
When they kissed again, Lucifer wrapped his arms around her and moved his hands enticingly over every inch of her that he could easily reach. He caressed her buttocks, let his fingertips glide slowly over her lower back and then settled them for an extended period on the center of her spine, spreading his fingers widely and pulling her as close to him as he could.
Chloe nearly drowned in the feeling of his hands and arms holding her and his lips moving against hers; his mouth practically owning her.
Lucifer pulled his lips from hers but kissed her cheeks, her eyes and her forehead without releasing his hold on her.
"Can we," Chloe caught her breath and then asked what her dream had suggested, "make love? Um, can you keep your wings out while we make love?" She pointed her lips back to his neck, kissing him as she made her request.
Lucifer pushed her back just another step in order to look down at her. "Is that what you…desire?" he caught her eyes and watched her nod slowly.
"Yes," Chloe whispered.
He felt his body responding to her request with the simple thought of it. His first action was to simply lift Chloe off the ground and into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt the hardness of his erection teasing her intimacy while his feathers grazed against her legs tantalizing her thighs, heightening her want and need for him.
The following hours were spent exploring Chloe's desire, showing each other the love that continued to grow in both of their hearts and expressing how much they needed and wanted each other to remain together.
As the couple came down from their orgasmic high, Chloe refused to let him detach their bodies. She lay on top of him and could feel Lucifer's spent penis inside of her. Each time he attempted to move her body or adjust his own, she balked.
"I want to sleep like this," she whined and Lucifer understood.
He waited a few more minutes but then pulled himself free from her heat causing Chloe to moan. "No, Lucifer, please," she requested, her face buried against his chest, her still-swollen center trying to find him again with her hips moving against his waist.
"Chloe stop," Lucifer requested in a whisper against the top of her head. "I'm not going anywhere tonight, my love."
She turned her lips to his breast and kissed it firmly, holding her mouth to his skin until she was sure she branded the feeling into both of their minds.
"Then wrap me in your wings until the morning," she asked him without hesitation. "Don't let me go."
Lucifer felt her tears on his chest. He didn't know what tomorrow held for either of them. But for tonight he would fulfill her desire and let his love for her grow even more.
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