A/N: Thank you again for TempestJuvano for beta reading! I wanted to post this chapter before the release of Season 5B (I'm so excited!), reviews are always welcome!

Chapter 5 - To fulfil the lady's wishes

The traffic was awful, so Chloe had some time to go over their interview with Lawrence Harris. She tried to piece together the clues about the case she had so far, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the things Lawrence said about his encounters with the Skalbecks, and to her own dream.

"All right, I can almost see the cogs moving in your head, Detective," Lucifer said and turned slightly towards her in his seat.

"I'm just trying to think through what we know so far."

"Why don't you think out loud? That way you could utilize my brilliant consulting skills," he flashed a charming smile at her.

"Fine," she relented. "We know that Erin and all their lovers have alibis. Lawrence confirmed that Vincent wanted to meet with his father-in-law, but he didn't know anything about the exact date or the alleged cancellation. He didn't seem guilty, but he became secretive when I asked him about their third encounter."

Lucifer chuckled lightly.

"What?" Chloe asked a little impatiently.

"He didn't want to share the details of their little sexcapade because he was abashed. Humans usually want to hide their deepest desires. Of course, they can't hide them from me," he smiled smugly.

"Yeah, sure," she smiled back sarcastically. "But you didn't use your weird psychic trick on him."

"It's not a psychic trick," he huffed and looked truly offended for a second before he plastered back his smug grin on his face and continued. "But I didn't really need it in this case. It's easy enough to guess what he was hiding."

"And what was it?"

"My, my, Detective," his grin turned wolfish. "I didn't know that you're interested in the salacious details."

"I don't!" she answered a little too hurriedly. But now that they had started this conversation, a bold idea popped into her mind, and she continued in a much calmer voice, "I mean, it doesn't matter if I'm interested in the details or not; we should consider every angle and every piece of information. You just said we should use your expertise, and you are an expert of… sexual issues. So, it's time for you to share your expert opinion on threesomes. What do you think he's hiding?"

She knew it was a dangerous game that she played. Lucifer could maybe figure out that her interest was more personal than she admitted. Still, it was her only opportunity to have a glimpse of Lucifer's opinion and experience on threesomes without asking directly. Not that she wanted to try a threesome. Fantasizing about it didn't mean she wanted to do it, right?

But maybe, if Lucifer shared his experiences, or even described this thing he was hinting at, the whole idea would become a little less fantastical and mysterious, and reduce the attraction, putting an end to the unconscious craving that was tormenting her lately.

Lucifer looked at her a little bit surprised and cleared his throat.

"Well, I think he tried to hide that they fulfilled the lady's every desire," he put an emphasis on the word 'fulfil' and looked at her suggestively. When she didn't say anything, he sighed and added, "She probably wanted a DP." Again, no reaction, just a questioning look from the Detective. "She wanted to be double-teamed," he clarified.

"Oh," she gasped. "Okay."

He was indeed surprised that the Detective asked him about this topic. She looked embarrassed every time they questioned the wife or the couple's lovers about their affairs. He secretly enjoyed seeing the light blush on her cheeks when the juicier topics came up. He found it somehow… adorable. If he was honest to himself, the reason for half of his innuendos and dirty jokes was to see this little blush. Even if the Detective wanted to know more about threesomes just because of the case, he gladly volunteered to satisfy her curiosity and took the opportunity to talk freely about one of his favourite topics.

"And…do women…really want this?" Chloe asked, dragging him back to the present.

"You would be surprised how many women fantasize about it," he crooned. "And I'm more than eager to fulfil their fantasies," he added, with a tiny wink

"Really?" she asked, prompting him to continue.

Lucifer still didn't notice her ulterior motives because he dived into the details eagerly.

"Yes. I'm always up for fun. And this can be very, very fun. Once the women express their desire to me, it's a matter of finding another enterprising male partner, if they don't already have one. Of course, finding a willing third party isn't a very difficult task if I'm involved, since men can't resist my charms either," he grinned proudly.

"Yeah, you're so good at flipping men that they call you the 'skillet'," she teased him with his own words. Before he could respond and further praise his abilities, she continued, "But isn't it awkward for the men involved? Aren't they jealous of each other? Especially if one of them is in a relationship with the woman? Anyway, is it a common thing that a couple is looking for a third party? And how does the woman decide which of the men could take her from which direction?"

She stopped her rambling hastily, realizing that she asked too much and too inappropriate questions and this definitely would be suspicious. She glanced at Lucifer worriedly. He was staring at her with a strange combination of bafflement, excitement, and lust on his face. She felt like her own face started to burn and she was sure that she was blushing heavily. Lucifer swallowed and plastered a somewhat confused smile on his face.

"Gosh, it's quite a lot of questions all at once," he said and studied her warily. She wasn't simply blushing; her cheeks were beet-red now. For the first time since they started this conversation, he didn't know how to react. He wanted to tease her at first, but this plethora of questions was very strange. He decided to refrain from bantering this time, answer her questions head-on and see what direction the conversation took.

"To begin with your first question: it's not awkward when each participant wants it. As for the jealousy, I think a husband or boyfriend would be more jealous if he were left out. I'm not familiar with any statistics about how many couples decide to try a threesome, but if my experience counts then quite a lot," he smiled at her suggestively and wriggled his eyebrows. "I think only your last question remains unanswered." He took a small pause to collect his thoughts and to give her the opportunity to stop him. But she didn't. Although she glued her eyes on the road, she seemed to be listening intently.

He adjusted his cufflinks before he continued in a low, seductive voice, "The short answer is that it is entirely up to her. But let me explain this in more detail. The whole point of a Devil's Threesome is to fulfil the lady's wishes. Sometimes she wants it to be sensual, so one of us makes out with her, kneads her breasts, caress her nipples while the other goes down on her and lick her other lips," he emphasized the last words and grinned mischievously when he saw her lick her lower lip involuntarily. "After we maximized the pleasure this way, then one of us has sex with her, while the other continues to caress her, kiss, and lick and bite her nipple with the perfect pressure."

Chloe couldn't utter a single word and she knew it was a bad sign. The vivid mental images of the scenes he just described flooded her mind. She shivered slightly when he started to speak about playing with the woman's breast, but he didn't stop there, and she didn't find the strength to stop him. When he started to list and describe positions like the pretzel dip, the reverse cowgirl and the corkscrew, her mouth became completely dry and a slight tingling spread all over her body. She involuntarily ground her thighs and bottom to the seat, desperately needing some friction. This is wrong, she chided herself, but before she could pull herself together, Lucifer immersed himself even more in the subject.

"And sometimes she wants it to be rough, or very intense, at least. Sometimes she rides one of us fiercely and asks the other to play with her ass, then penetrate her from behind. And DP in real life is not as simple as it is in porn movies. It really requires practice as well as strengths and flexibility. Both male partners have to start gently and carefully and find a good concordance. But if we can achieve it, then we elicit sensations in her body she never dreamed of," he finished his monologue.

First, he just wanted to test the boundaries; he wanted to see when she would stop him like she always stopped his innuendos at a certain point. He was amused by her shyness and curiosity and enjoyed her deep blush. But after a while, there was more to it than a little timidity. The Detective's pupils dilated, and she took quick, shallow breaths. She became aroused, he realized, and it mesmerized him. He continued his monologue, but after a while, his thoughts turned to a completely different track. At first, he simply recalled his earlier adventures, but his imagination took control eventually. The faces and bodies of his previous lovers faded completely, and he couldn't stop imagining the Detective instead. Her stunning naked body as she rode him, as their bodies joined in pleasure, as she cried his name when she came. He described thoroughly what she wanted to know about threesomes as if his mouth worked on autopilot, but there was only the Detective and him in his mind.

As the car stopped, he noted with astonishment that they had arrived at the precinct's underground parking lot. To his relief, the Detective seemed as baffled as him, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Well, uh…" she faltered, but then shook her head, trying to find words again. "Uh, thank you for sharing your experiences, Lucifer. I think we should be able to cross people from the list of suspects, based on the alibis," she said while she kept her gaze on the driving wheel. "Let's see if Ella has found something."

They got out of the car and she headed to the entrance but soon noticed that Lucifer wasn't following her. He was still standing next to the car, with a strained expression on his face.

"Don't wait for me, Detective. I have a phone call to make, but I'll go after you soon."

"Right," Chloe mumbled and headed for the elevator. Although she felt a little suspicion from Lucifer's strange expression, she was grateful for the distance between her and Lucifer after the conversation they'd had. She needed time to process all that he'd told her, along with the details of the case.

When the doors of the elevator closed behind the Detective, Lucifer let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. He stepped up to one of the concrete columns of the parking lot, and silently banged his head onto it a few times, letting out something coiled up tight within him. When he was done, he let his forehead rest on the cool surface. He didn't know what was worse: the throbbing of the very hard evidence of his arousal in his trousers or that he lost his dignity. He was always in charge of his arousal and it truly shocked him that he lost control this time.

He took several deep breaths and waited until the tingling subsided. How could it happen? It was as if the Detective had cast a spell on him. And the worst thing was that she was so composed when they arrived!

It felt like someone stabbed him in his stomach then twisted the knife. It was obvious that she wanted someone else, and her interest in his expertise was purely professional; otherwise, how could she have behaved so modestly when she got out of the car? And he was writhing now like a horny teenager. Pathetic! Lucifer chided himself.

When he pulled himself together somewhat, he took his phone out of his pocket. After all, Lucifer never lied, so he had to make a phone call. But who should he call? It was an easy decision.

It wouldn't hurt to have an extra therapy session to speak about this current disturbing event, so he pressed the little phone icon next to Linda's name.