A/N: Explicit sexual content (F/M) in this chapter. A huge thanks to TempestJuvano again, for beta reading. :)

Chapter 6 - Only two syllables

Chloe strode into the lab to find Ella immediately, where the forensic scientist was bagging some evidence related to their current case. Chloe's heart was still beating violently, and she was secretly relieved she didn't have to be around Lucifer right now. She hoped that Ella would distract her a little.

"Hi, Ella," she said. "Did you find anything useful?"

"Not much," she answered. When she noticed the disappointment on Chloe's face, she added hurriedly, "Yet. But there is something promising." Ella smiled at her friend.

"Oh, finally," Chloe smiled. "What is it?"

"It's actually two things. First, I was able to identify the murder weapon. And the second, I found a tissue sample that might belong to the murderer."

"Ella, that's great!" Chloe praised. "Why did you say that it's not much?"

"Well, because the murder weapon is quite clean as far as I can tell. It was a baseball bat – the squad found it in a trash can when they were canvassing the area. I did identify the blood on the bat – the victim's – but nothing else. Dan has already asked the widow about it, and she said that the bat belonged to her husband. Apparently, he was a huge baseball fan, bought the bat in an auction. Poor woman, she was so devastated when she saw it," she trailed off. Ella was always compassionate towards the victims; while Chloe loved that about her, it wasn't wise to let her digress in that direction. It tended to get Ella emotional and off-track. But before Chloe could speak, surprisingly, the forensic scientist seemed to push away her thoughts on the grieving widow and was back on topic. "Anyway, I did find some strange scratches on the hilt of the bat though, that I'm analysing next."

"And what about the tissue?"

"I found it when I examined the corpse. You were right, he was beaten to death, but I wasn't sure if he was struggling with his attacker. But now I'm pretty sure that he was. I found a tiny tissue under his nail that didn't belong to him. I sent the tissue to the central forensic lab, but we will get the results only tomorrow."

"Good work, Ella. Keep me informed," she smiled warmly at her, turning around to leave. At the door, however, Chloe realised that she had nowhere to be right now. It annoyed her a little, as she lingered at the door, trying to think of something case-related she could do, but finding nothing to do, she turned back around.

"Hey, Ella – Can I help you with anything?" She offered her help to Ella, hoping she had some work that would help Chloe distract herself.

Ella looked around, looking at Chloe quizzically. It wasn't very often Chloe had the time to hang around – there was always a case, a site visit, paperwork – something. Ella cheered up at Chloe's offer, though, happy to spend time with her friend.

"Actually, yes. I've just finished bagging these things, could you take them to the evidence closet?"

"Sure," she said and grabbed the bags from Ella.

The evidence room was quite close to the lab. She opened and closed the doors with her elbows since both of her hands were full of several evidence bags. She placed them into the proper containers and was about to leave when she heard the door open.

"Marcus," she greeted the man who appeared in the doorframe. "Hi. I didn't expect to see you here," she smiled up at him.

Marcus stepped in, reciprocating the smile Chloe gave him. He pushed the door closed, moving forward to wrap his arms around Chloe.

"I couldn't wait to see you," he said, and his lips stretched into an even bigger smile before he lowered his head and kissed her tenderly. Her hands wandered to the nape of his neck and she caressed the little greyish strands.

"I'm glad to see you, too," she broke the kiss to say, her smile widened.

They looked into each other's eyes for a while, then Marcus pulled back a little.

"Actually, I wanted to speak with you," he told her. When he saw her eyes flicker in alarm, he added, "Don't worry, it's nothing serious."

"What is it?" she asked curiously.

"It's about our conversation last night. Have you been thinking about it?"

Chloe chewed on his lower lip and averted her gaze. He tucked an unruly curl of her hair behind her ear.

"It's okay. As I've told you, I just want you to be happy, no matter what. So?" he asked her expectantly.

"Yes," she said hesitantly. "I've been thinking about it. But I'm happy with the way we are, Marcus. I like being with you."

He smiled at her reassuringly, "I know. But I can tell that you're curious."

She could feel a heat wave wash over her body and the damned blush creep back on her cheeks again. She let out a shuddering sigh and decided to be honest with herself and with Marcus as well.

"I am. But I don't want to ruin what we have."

"You won't," he caught her hands and caressed her knuckles with his thumb. "Actually, I think that we should give it a try. I want to fulfil your desires, and if that's a threesome, so be it."

Her eyes widened in surprise.

"Wow, that's… I… I… don't know what to say," she blabbered, feeling her face heat up.

Marcus studied her for a few moments before he said, a little uncertainly, "I mean, if that's what you want," he let out an uneasy laugh and turned his gaze to the floor. "I hope I didn't misinterpret the signals."

Chloe took a deep breath and put the brakes on her thundering emotions. She cupped his face to get his attention.

"I just…didn't know what to say because you surprised me. And not because you misinterpreted anything. I…um…" she took another deep breath to brace herself. Here we go. "I want to try it," she told him shyly.

Marcus's face lit up and relaxed into her touch. "Okay." He relished the feeling for a little while before he asked, "Do you want to invite a man or a woman?"

"A man," she replied without a second thought and then realised that she'd replied too quickly. She cleared her throat and clarified, "You're right. If we invited another woman, I would feel like I had to compete."

"Okay, then a man it is."

They looked at each other for a moment. She barely believed the conversation they were having, much less the reality that it could really happen. Her thoughts were running wild in her mind, but one of these thoughts stubbornly screamed for her attention: who should they invite? And the problem with this question wasn't that she couldn't answer it. On the contrary, she knew very well what the answer would be, but she was afraid to admit it.

"I have a candidate in mind," Marcus broke the silence, and to Chloe, it was as if he was following the direction of her thoughts. At her expectant look, he continued, although a little hesitantly, "Lucifer."

Chloe's heart began to pound. How did he know? She almost started to panic.

Seeing her frightened expression, he rushed to elaborate, "I thought we should choose someone we both know. And he would certainly not be embarrassed by such a request, given his extensive experience. Besides, his word is his bond; if you ask him to be discreet about it, he will be. I know how important that is to you." He put his hands on her waist and sighed, "There is one more thing. He's your partner. You not just know him but also trust him. And…you're attracted to him."

"What?" Chloe gasped, her heart wildly thundering in her chest now.

Marcus tilted his head. "Am I wrong about it?"

A lump formed in her throat. She felt as if she was caught red-handed.

"Chloe, I'm not mad," he told her gently. "I just wish you'd told me about it."

"But it's so embarrassing," Chloe blurted out. "I…"

She wondered if she should tell him about the dreams she'd been having. Would he understand?

"Remember uh, when I woke up in the middle of the night?" When he nodded, she continued, "I had some…uh…weird dreams. About you, and me, and Lucifer…" She trailed off, unable to put it into words.

"You mean, wet dreams," he flashed a lopsided smile.

"Maybe," she said, and her face became red like a beetroot. "I just…don't understand why I had these dreams. I'm happy with you. And I want nothing from Lucifer."

"I think I know the reason," he said, pulling her in a half-hug. "And it's quite logical. You're a detective and you love mysteries. And Lucifer is a mystery. A charming enigma. But maybe if you get to know this side of him as well, he will no longer be so interesting or tempting. You'll just get him out of your system. Just think about your current case; didn't the same tactic worked for this couple you mentioned?"

"You're probably right," she said in a low voice. She raised her head and looked into his eyes. "We're really doing it?" she asked, but it rather sounded like a statement. She fell into some kind of trance. Her heart was fluttering with all these contradicting emotions: she was frightened and thrilled at the same time. Suddenly, some images from her previous dreams popped into her mind, and a wave of pleasure jolted along her body.

"Yes, we're doing it," he breathed, and his gaze flickered to her heaving chest, her flushed cheeks and back to her dilated pupils. His hands slid to her butt as he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Maybe we should celebrate this decision."

He nibbled her earlobe and earned a breathy moan in response. She tilted her head involuntarily to give him better access. He continued his sensual play with her ear, using his lips and his tongue, while he grabbed her buttocks more firmly.

It took her a few moments until her brain could catch up with the events. Her arousal rose to unprecedented heights, and she needed all her willpower to put her hands on Marcus's chest and push him back a little.

"We shouldn't…" she panted.

Marcus eased his grip on her ass but didn't let her go completely. He nudged her hair with his nose and whispered in her ear again, "The precinct is almost empty, and we can lock the door from inside. No one will ever know what we were doing in there."

She felt as her walls tumbled down completely, and she nodded slightly.

This was the sign Marcus waited for. He locked the door quickly, then pulled her into his body firmly with one hand and buried his other hand to her hair while kissing her passionately. She kissed him back eagerly and her hands slid down to his firm abs. Marcus walked them back slowly until she felt her thigh hit the edge of a table. Marcus's strong hands slipped under her thighs and he lifted her up like she weighed nothing and put her on the table. Their hands were roaming on each other's body as if they wanted to explore every patch of skin. Except they were fully dressed, which just occurred to her. She started fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, while he unzipped and unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down along with her panties.

He kept her in place with one hand, while he slid his other hand between her legs and started to rub her clit with his thumb. She nearly cried out with pleasure but buried her head into the crook of his neck at the last minute, successfully muffling the noises she was about to make. He applied just the right amount of pressure, while he was sliding two of his fingers up and down on her slit, spreading her wetness.

She unbuckled his belt absent-mindedly while her mouth found his again, then pushed down his pants and boxer briefs midthigh. Her dainty fingers easily found his shaft and she started to stroke it in a steady rhythm. Marcus moaned into the kiss and pulled her closer. He suddenly broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, asking for a final permission. Chloe was panting hard and her hand never left his member. This was crazy. They really shouldn't do this here. But her brain was clouded, and she acted on instinct when she leaned forward and kissed him again fervently.

Marcus pulled back for a moment to get rid of her shoes and peel off her jeans then grabbed her thighs again, firmly but gently, and pulled her up suddenly from the table. He held her safely in his arms and she clasped her legs around his hips. He turned a little, took a few steps and pressed her against the wall.

She gasped as she felt his firm muscles all over her chest and the tip of his hard shaft pressing to her core. She adjusted her hips to grant him easier entry. He let his forehead rest on hers for a blissful moment, then pushed himself inside with one slow stroke. It was amazing; the position and the fact that they were breaking the rules fuelled her passion and she rubbed her pelvis to his eagerly.

While Marcus tried to lift her a little higher for easier penetration, his hand slipped under her butt. His middle finger grazed her anus, and an excited whimper left her mouth.

"You like it?" he asked in a breathy voice and left his finger on the spot.

"Yeah," she moaned.

This spurred his arousal and he started to move with even thrusts, while his finger never left her little hole. This position didn't let Chloe move too much, but she enjoyed it anyway. She was clinging to his shoulders and kissing his neck, which prevented her from making too much noise. His body pressed to hers completely, which provided the sufficient friction for her clit as well.

At first, she was quite surprised that she enjoyed this little play with her asshole, but she got used to the sensation pretty quickly. And now she wanted more.

She allowed herself to imagine a threesome with all of its dirty details, as detailed as her dreams had not been, and this fantasy sent more waves of pleasure to her core. Marcus sensed her eagerness, and pushed his finger a little further inside, as he increased his pace. This was enough to push Chloe to her climax. Her inner muscles started to flutter around Marcus's member, and this sent him over the edge too. His thrusts became more erratic and as he pushed his shaft once more deeply inside her, he emptied himself with a moan that he hid, muffled into her shoulders. He stilled and kept her tight, while both of their bodies trembled as they luxuriated in the last waves of their joint orgasms.

Chloe tried not to be too loud, but she couldn't repress the soft moans and whimpers that left her mouth as she exploded from within. As her limbs went limp from the sweet exhaustion, Marcus's name rolled over her tongue.

Marcus put her down onto the ground slowly then hugged her tightly again. She embraced him and rested her cheek in the crook of his neck. She had no idea this morning that before the sun went down today, she would be undone so thoroughly in the precinct's evidence room. But it helped her ease the tension in her body. She thought back to their conversation, and she was finally reassured that this might really work. One wonderful evening and these swirling emotions would disappear, and everything would go back to normal.

After his short phone call with Linda, Lucifer entered the building with his usual smug grin on his face. Though it still bothered him that the Detective's questions had elicited such a reaction from him, he was glad that he had returned to his old self by now.

He put a jaunt into his walk, thinking about walking up to the detective, so she would know that he hadn't been affected by their last conversation. Easy-peasy.

He stepped into the lab, where Miss Lopez had just closed one of the cupboards. When she spotted him, the corner of her mouth quirked up.

"Oh, hi Lucifer," her smile stretched further.

"Miss Lopez," he nodded politely and watched as she put on her jacket hastily. "You seem to be in a hurry. Going somewhere?"

"Yeah, my stupid brother finally texted me back. He wants to meet me, and I don't want to miss the opportunity. We rarely get time together."

"Which of your brothers are you talking about? The one who engraves diamonds, or the one with that shady car business?"

"The latter," she answered as she grabbed her bag, and headed to the door. "Sorry, Lucifer. We'll catch up later." She stopped suddenly and grabbed a small box from the table. "Oh, since you're here: this piece of evidence belongs to the Skalbeck case. Could you give it to Chloe? Or take it to the evidence room and put it next to the bags that Chloe put there earlier, whatever."

Lucifer didn't have the time to respond because the tiny forensic scientist had already scrammed. He sighed and shook his head, but nonetheless, he headed to the evidence room with the box.

He was about to press the doorknob but stopped at the last minute. He could hear soft sounds from behind the door. Somebody was inside. He looked around uncertainly. The precinct was almost empty.

The Detective, it suddenly occurred to him. Miss Lopez had mentioned she was storing the other evidence bags in there. Though the voices were very soft, he soon realized what he was hearing: muffled moans and sighs. And although he had never heard such kind of sounds from the Detective, he was perfectly sure that it was her; he could recognize her voice out of millions. He swallowed hard. He desperately wanted to flee back to the lab right away, but his legs didn't comply.

The panting and moaning intensified, then suddenly everything fell silent. When he thought it was over, he heard a whisper, which was so low that first, he thought he just imagined it. It was only two syllables, one little word, but his heart stopped for a moment and his legs trembled as it reached his brain. Marcus. His trembling intensified, and his damn legs started to obey finally.

He stumbled to the Detective's desk and put down the box on it. He knew he should leave a message, but he couldn't stop the shaking of his hand. He took a deep breath. And another. What was happening? He had to pull himself together. When he felt that the trembling subsided, he grabbed a pen and a slip of paper, and began to write a note for the Detective. He'd just finished and placed it on the top of the box when he heard the only voice he didn't want to hear right now.

"Lucifer, you're back," the Detective had appeared.

If Lucifer hadn't heard what he had heard, he might not have noticed anything out of the ordinary now. But he knew what happened. And suddenly every little detail screamed into his face about what the Detective had done a few minutes ago. Her shirt was tucked into her jeans more loosely than usual, and several locks of hair stuck out of her ponytail that she wore so neatly at other times. And her flushed cheeks were basking in the afterglow of her previous activities. Lucifer couldn't stand the sight and turned his gaze away.

"You seem to have forgotten about me quite quickly, Detective," he said, hating the resentment in his own voice.

Surprise, guilt, and shame flickered across the Detective's face. He drew back his hand from the box, crumpled the note quickly, and shoved it into his pocket. She was still looking for words and didn't notice his movement.

He decided to end both their misery, and said, "Miss Lopez handed me this box of evidence, which belongs to our current case and asked me to give it to you." He thought it was better to not mention Miss Lopez's other suggestion about the evidence room.

"Great. Fantastic," she babbled. She grabbed the box and fiddled with it. "Maybe we should go through the new evidence," she suggested and sat behind her desk hurriedly.

"Actually, I have to go," he told her and turned to the elevator.

"But-" she started, flabbergasted, but Lucifer cut her off.

"See you tomorrow, Detective," he said while the doors of the elevator closed behind him.

He felt like he couldn't breathe. He had to get out of the building. Now! It was as if an entire mountain was piled over his chest. He was only able to breathe after he sat behind the wheel. He inserted the key in the ignition with a trembling hand and fled the station's garage.

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