Night Out

Chloe leans against the bar and takes another sip of the fruity cocktail drink in her hand (the name of the bizarre concoction currently escapes her). Lux is packed to the brim, the staff more than occupied amid the chaos, so Chloe doesn't take it too personally when the bartender doesn't attempt polite smalltalk with her tonight.

The club is bustling with particular energy, and it's much easier to pinpoint the source now than it was to acknowledge its absence. It isn't that Amenadiel didn't try, but just that he wasn't...well, Lucifer. If there was ever any doubt that Lucifer is the heart, soul, and beating heart of Lux, Chloe thinks it's safe to say his two month absence more than obliterated any and all of it, a fact further reinforced by the sheer number of people now steadily flocking to the nightclub following his return.

And so, while frequent nights out of this variety aren't generally Chloe's scene, the last thing she wants is to deny Lucifer this, particularly because it's one of the things she secretly loves about him—his ability to draw her out of her shell so that she enjoys herself in ways she otherwise wouldn't.

So here she is.

Watching from the bar while he mingles seamlessly amongst his guests.

Chloe's content to just watch him work the crowds. Mostly.

Okay, so she does feel a little...restless—and, yes, a bit selfishly irked at having to share him. It's not that she's jealous. Of course not. After all, beautiful women continuously flocking to him is nothing new. Nothing new at all, and certainly nothing to—okay fine, she's feeling a bit possessive. So sue her.

Chloe takes another sip of her drink. And another.

On a more appealing note, Lucifer, for his part, isn't immune either—that is, if the way he scared off the poor young lad who tried to approach her with intent an hour ago was any indication (which, of course it was). Definitely much more fun being on that side of things.

"Chloe!"

Chloe turns, catching sight of both Ella and Linda's approach before she's locked in Ella's bear hug, narrowly escaping spilling her drink in the process.

"Finally!" Ella rejoices as she relinquishes her hold. "Hanging out not at work. You know what that means?"

"Um, a break from working?" Chloe guesses.

"Nah ah," Ella says, and the twinkling look in her eye has Chloe guessing what's coming next. "You and Lucifer—and no more cloak and dagger or 'at work' excuses."

"Uh huh," Chloe says noncommittally.

"Come on, Chlo—e," Ella whines, and she lifts a hand to her chest in a show of hurt, "you're depriving my Deckerstar heart. Where's the PDA? Not one Deckerstar kiss for the masses?"

Chloe shakes her head and rolls her eyes.

"Where is the big guy anyway?" Ella asks with a quick look around. "Because I'm sure he'll be more than happy to oblige." She grins cheekily.

"Okay, knock it off, would you?" Chloe says.

"Not a chance." Ella signals to the bartender, and her and Linda place their drink orders. Then she's boring down on Chloe again. "Hop to it. You. Lucifer. Show us the love."

"You're a pain in the ass, you know that?"

"But you love me anyway. Now go get your handsome devil and give us what we want or I'll drag him over here myself."

Chloe shakes her head at the mental picture of her tiny friend dragging Lucifer anywhere. She takes a gulp of her drink, slaps it down on the bar, and then stalks off in the direction she last saw him, if for no other reason than to escape her friend's relentless prodding—and, yes, she might also have an ulterior motive. Okay, she definitely does.

Meandering through the crowds, she spots Lucifer just as a beautiful brunette is descending upon him.

Lucifer deftly dodges the woman's onslaught. "Sorry, darling. Lovely as you are, I'm afraid this devil is spoken for," Chloe hears him say, and her heart does indeed react. Just a smidge. Or something.

Lucifer now spots her approach. "Ah! Speaking of."

The woman gives Chloe a dubious once-over, before she simply shrugs and then disappears back into the crowd, and the quick dismissal simultaneously riles and pains Chloe, not least of which is because it's a stark reminder that that is likely the extent of any kind of emotional attachment Lucifer's past encounters with women showcased—which is to say, none. Add to that the very obvious fact that although Lucifer has made his non-availability more than clear, both tonight and previous nights, and word has certainly got around, apparently no one took it seriously.

Chloe gets it. She does. She's known Lucifer far too long not to. She knows his track record. She gets it.

That doesn't mean she likes it.

It's no wonder she's feeling restless.

"No drink, detective?" Lucifer says. "Now that won't do at all." He turns to signal to one of the staff, but Chloe catches his arm to stop him.

"No, I'm good."

Lucifer frowns a little as he peers down at her. "You sure?"

"Yep, uh-huh, absolutely," Chloe says, and, really, why on earth is she babbling? She certainly isn't drunk yet.

Lucifer's clearly wondering what's wrong with her as he stares down at her.

Chloe doesn't blame him.

Her hand is still on his arm.

The music is thumping.

The crowds are moving around them.

And it's a combination of things, really. The cause for what she does next, that is.

Partly Ella's constant pestering (not really).

Partly the gorgeous woman who just disappeared into the crowds, whom Chloe spots looking their way again (definitely a little bit).

Partly the women (all thousand upon thousands of them) before that (yes, this too).

Partly because it's been days since she last had sex with him (definitely a large contributor).

And partly because she just really, really wants to (okay, so it's pretty much mostly this, let's be honest).

The funny thing is, Ella was right. Her and Lucifer have yet to publicly consummate their new relationship (well, until now, that is), a fact all together surprising, considering that this is Lucifer after all, but then, their relationship is anything but conventional. It is, in fact, far more. A lot more.

This is probably why Chloe's palms are sweaty and her heart is crashing up against her ribs erratically just seconds before she's tugging him down to kiss him.

In front of everyone.

And really, Chloe doesn't know what the big deal is. She may not be a fan of PDA at work, but she certainly has nothing against it outside of that, nor is she a lovesick virgin schoolgirl who has never engaged in public displays as such. But the thing is, nothing seems to be small and insignificant when it comes to her and Lucifer. At least not for Chloe. And, well, not for Lucifer either, Chloe realizes. It explains why both of them have been oddly tentative to almost the point of awkward when it comes to public contact with each other, because, well, there's just so much there to feel, so much that it's volatile and unpredictable and dangerous to engage publicly when just about anything can happen.

Or so Chloe's now discovering.

It probably is a combination of those reasons on her list but she's admittedly equally unprepared for both Lucifer's reaction to the kiss, and her own.

It's Ella and Linda's loud whoops and whistles of approval that thankfully snap them both apart in time.

"Well, damn, that was hot!" Ella's grin is wide as she looks back and forth between the pair.

"I'll say," Linda agrees.

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Ella raises her glass in approval.

"About time," Linda adds.

"Oookay, enough," Chloe, finally manages to get out, though she's still fighting back her reaction to him, to the feel of Lucifer pulling her hard against him, to the feel of—okay she needs to stop thinking about it before she does something really stupid, and—damn him! Lucifer is already grinning and snagging a glass to clink against Ella's and Linda's. So much for being as affected as her. But then...she definitely felt his reaction. Yep, she definitely did. The jerk is just insufferably good at maintaining his Luciferness. How irritating.

Chloe could use a drink now. She snags one of her own as the four of them migrate over to the large VIP booth, Ella and Linda on one side, her and Lucifer on the other. If Chloe had any doubt as to what transpired between her and Lucifer, or any inclination to try and ignore it for the rest of the evening, she certainly can't now. Not with the looks they keep trading back and forth. She groans inwardly. She's not going to survive the rest of the evening like this. Her only consolation is that Lucifer is clearly suffering with her.

When Ella passes over a plate of appetizers and Chloe has to reach over to accept it such that her leg inadvertently (not really) bumps into Lucifer's, the heat in the look he gives her is telling enough. It's at this point that Chloe really can't take it anymore, and she's already decided she's going to do something about it, so why not torture Lucifer just a little bit on the way out? After throwing in some more random one-syllable responses to appear like she's listening to the conversation, Chloe politely excuses herself, making sure to slide herself over Lucifer's lap instead of waiting for him to get up to let her pass, enjoying his reaction immensely as she does so. Then she gives him a very deliberate look before turning on her heel and heading through the crowds.

It doesn't take long.

He's following behind her soon enough.

His hand closes over hers when he reaches her, and then he's tugging her through the employee only door.

Clearly, going up to his penthouse is much too far.

They end up in the accounting office, just past the kitchens.

The instant the door closes behind them, they're on each other. Chloe doesn't know who pounces first. She doesn't care.

Lucifer is lifting her up and pinning her against the back of the door with his body.

Chloe's unprepared for the explosive degree of their attack on each other. Not that she's complaining. Not that she's complaining at all, because holy hell, she wants him bad. Right now. Right this second. There's a tangle of lips and hands. There's a new kind of desperation and possessiveness—on both her part and his. The cause, for her part, is indeed a number of things; the display of women flocking to him, for one, and her resulting need to stake her claim. And then let's not forget the part about it being several days since they last had sex, because you know, responsibilities and all.

Days.

Chloe no longer cares to list causes.

Chloe wants. Now. Right this second.

Apparently, the kiss in the crowds was all the foreplay she needed, and it's almost scary, the affect he has on her.

Apparently, it's mutual.

Lucifer doesn't even wait to remove clothing.

There's some fumbling. A zipper.

Then Chloe is gasping aloud as he enters her, her skirt up to her waist, the scrap of fabric over her entrance pushed to the side, and Chloe's never seen him so...not put together, so...primal in his own wants, and it only further heightens her own, seeing him like that, seeing how much he wants her.

Her fingers are grasping and digging into his shoulders through the material of his suit jacket as he thrusts in and out of her, hard and deep, and in rapid succession, needing only several strokes before he's already reaching his peak. The deep-throated sound he makes as he achieves release sends Chloe over the edge herself, and to experience such an earth-shattering climax so quickly with little to no foreplay is something Chloe never would've thought possible, let alone experience for herself.

Lucifer pulls out of her a bit abruptly, and takes a small step back, which unceremoniously sends Chloe tumbling down toward the floor, given that Lucifer's body was holding her up. Lucifer's hands fly out to catch her and correct his mistake, setting her upright carefully. Then his hands are on her face, his forehead leaning down against hers. "Sorry," he mutters. "Chloe," he breathes, panting a little. "I'm sorry." And it's much too emphatic for it to be only in reference to him dropping (yes, dropping) her a second ago, Chloe registers as much, but in her hazy state of bliss it takes her several seconds to figure out what on earth he thinks he needs to apologize for right now of all times. "Are you okay?" he continues, his big hands sliding gently down the rest of her, and of course it's with this question that it clicks, because he was a bit rough with her this time, and, apparently, he's an idiot, if he somehow didn't notice that she enjoyed every minute of it.

"I'm fine," Chloe finally manages to tell him, shaking her head a little to try and clear it, her hands reaching up to grip his wrists. She notices then that his hands are shaking marginally, and her heart does a little tumble in her chest when she realizes the problem. Lucifer's never let himself go to that extent before, never given in to his own desperate desires with such an all-encompassing loss of control, and clearly it scared him.

"Are you sure?" he persists. "I didn't hurt you?"

Chloe's shaking her head. "Lucifer, I wanted that just as much as you did."

"You did?" The sliver of light that enters his eyes at that has Chloe's heart doing another summersault when it occurs to her that he usually doesn't need to try and validate whether or not someone desires something, or what their likes and dislikes are regarding sex. The more time Chloe spends with him the more she understands the many walls he has erected.

Chloe slides her hands up to the back of his neck and strokes the skin there. "Of course I did, silly."

Lucifer lifts his hands to frame her face, and breathes her name again, sending warmth spreading over her from head to toe. I love you, she wants to answer.

Several seconds tick by before the distance sounds of music and partying eventually pulls them out of their quiet bubble.

Chloe clears her throat. "We should probably get back before Ella and Linda send out a search party."

"Right," Lucifer agrees.

Chloe tries to smooth her skirt back into place, making a face when she realizes she ought to take a trip to the bathroom to clean up if she wants any hope of Ella not immediately figuring out what she's been up to.

A glance up at Lucifer tells Chloe he's misinterpreted, and she quickly presses a hand to his chest in reassurance. "I'm fine, really. Well, except for the fact that now I'm never going to hear the end of it from Ella if I go out looking like this."

Appeased, Lucifer grins.

Chloe makes more of an attempt to straighten her appearance before asking him, "Okay, how do I look?"

At least he tries to fight back another grin.

It's answer enough.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Chloe grumbles, her eyes scanning over Lucifer's attire to see he now looks entirely put back together. Typical. Men had it so easy. Her makeup and hair are likely an irreversible disaster. She'll have to sneak to the bathroom and do what she can.

"Here," Lucifer says, and before she realizes his intent, he's already down on one knee in front of her after plucking a tissue from the box on the desk and is lifting her skirt.

Chloe's face warms when his hand goes between her legs and he starts wiping at her thigh. She's about to protest when she notices his face has gone too serious again and there's a pinch to his brow.

"I'm sorry," he mutters again. "Sorry, I usually don't...I mean I should've...are you sure you're okay?"

He stands now, searching her face worriedly.

Chloe reminds herself to be patient. She reminds herself that Lucifer's used to being in complete control, used to not having the added element of emotions driving his actions, used to knowing exactly what his sexual partner likes and wants without having to ask her multiple times to be certain. It's equally adorable and heartbreaking that he's so worried about it. The thing is, Chloe's not used to having to be so vocal about her sexual acts (and just how much she enjoyed them), and her face feels hot as she reaches up to press her hand to his cheek. "I'm more than okay. That was..." Chloe tries (and fails) to find an adequate description, (and to tell him that being thoroughly ravished like that by him is very (understatement) okay with her), "...really, really hot." Her face, too, is also getting hotter. Thankfully, this seems to please Lucifer (of course it does), seeing as a slow, ego-typical grin is beginning to spread across his handsome face. "So anyway," Chloe says pointedly as she clears her throat and takes a step toward the exit, before she does or says something else he can use to embarrass her, "now that that's clear—"

Lucifer takes her face in his hands then and kisses her—slowly now—and with a tenderness that wraps all the way around her heart.

Damn.

She's a goner. A complete and total goner.

As if she wasn't already.