A/N: Okay, a bit of a shorter chapter for you guys, but... it's a fun one! I hope you like it! I know I've been a little lengthy with my uploads, but I hope you'll bear with me. I'm working on it when I can, and trust me, I wish I had more time. Have fun with this, I know I did. Un-beta'd, as usual.
"You received what?" Lucifer asked, his face blank except for a slight smirk on his lips to mask the panic that was rising. Charlotte had been gone for less than an hour, and when she returned, she sat at her desk and nonchalantly told him about a message the school received on his behalf.
"Not me, initially," she corrected, studying his casual demeanor and recognizing it as false. "The Business Office received an email a few days ago from someone claiming to be your brother." She watched as his eyes slightly flickered, but he didn't react any more than that. "Normally, the school would ignore something like that, label it as spam, and move on. However, the nature of the message was slightly concerning."
He licked his lips and slouched back in the chair. "'Concerning' how?" He did his best to sound as disinterested as he could, but he was beginning to lose the loose grip on sanity he had.
Charlotte's lips curved in a smile. She knew someone like him was only interested in things that concerned him. She had been right; it was real. "Oh, you know, saying that you had a family that cared about you, that had been looking for you," she started, trailing off when she could see anger boiling behind brown eyes. "They said they just wanted to make sure you were all right."
"And you say it's from someone claiming to be my brother?" he asked, although he was more thinking aloud to himself. He had many siblings, his parents being the type to have their own children as well as adopt the less fortunate to mold into their soldiers. Lucifer was one of the seven biological children, having been granted more prominent positions in his father's business, however, that also meant his demise had been greater.
"Does the name Gabriel ring any bells?" she asked, although she knew the answer. She took his silence as his understanding. Also, she could see his jaw clenching. She wasn't sure what the entire situation was about, yet, but she sure did want to find out. However, if she wanted to keep him around, she would have to back off and play it cool. "Well, I just thought you should know. Do with that information what you will," she said cheerfully, smiling at him expectantly. She had told him mostly everything. What she had left out was of little importance to him, at the moment. She hadn't told him that she had told the school she would attend to this personally, and she wasn't going to tell him that she replied to the email. She certainly wasn't going to tell him that she had already received a reply.
He sat for a moment longer before taking a deep breath and leaving her office. Once outside of the building, he allowed his panic and anger to spill to the surface, just a bit. He didn't care about running into students as he stalked towards his car. He didn't care about missing any classes or whether he was going to miss an important exam. All he cared about what getting to his car, taking a few of the pills he had in the glove box, and getting back to his apartment to think about what to do next. Gabriel was one of the oldest of his biological siblings, and he was formidable. He was slightly taller than Lucifer, and about 20 lbs (9 kgs) heavier. He was a tank of a man, and having him after you did not make sleep easy.
At his car, he found the baggie in the glove box and dry-swallowed three powdery pills. He looked at the unlabeled bag and grimaced, he really needed to start labeling them. He coughed and shook his head at the acrid aftertaste, but knew it was the beginnings of not feeling as worried. He drove off, hoping to get back home before the drugs kicked it; parallel parking while high was still not a strong suit of his. On his way up the elevator to his floor, he texted Maze, but he was immediately hit with her automated reply of being out of town looking for an asshole or two. He cursed at the ill-timing, really wishing that he had had someone around to be a second set of ears tonight.
As he opened the door to his apartment, he considered whether or not he should go to work that evening. Luckily, he didn't work a regular schedule, not having set nights he came in, and he didn't want to give away he knew he was being watched. IF he was being watched. Knowing his family, that email could have been sent just to see if they could catch him fleeing, or that could have been sent to fuck with him after watching him for weeks. Honestly, he wasn't even sure why they were all that concerned with him. Michael shoving him off the second-story balcony and nearly killing him didn't exactly scream "worried about you".
Unscrewing the lid off a bottle of whiskey, he took a few short pulls; he wanted to be numb for a while, not unconscious. He had hoped to get a few hours of sleep before going to work, but he knew that that wasn't going to happen. Not now. He screwed the lid back on the bottle before walking towards his couch and flinging himself down on it, making sure to duck low enough so he head wasn't visible from the window. A warming sensation was starting to spread across his body, and he could feel his brain start to melt in that familiar way. He closed his eyes and let his foggy mind start to run through the multiple possibilities for his family's sudden interest in his life. Why now, five years after he was ceremoniously and literally kicked out? It couldn't be good, he was sure of that. Question was, how bad would it get?
Chloe drove home later that afternoon, without having heard back from Lucifer. She didn't want it to bother her, but it did, a little. She had practically thrown herself at him, and while he had provided some much needed relief, he had denied her the one thing she wanted. She wasn't sure if she should feel any certain way about that. He had made it clear that he wanted to sleep with her, he just wanted a more private atmosphere. That was understandable, endearing even, but she hadn't imagined he would ever turn her down for "later".
He had been so sweet, so respectful, in an almost confusing way. While every word out of his mouth was dripping with seduction, he still asked for permission to touch her, or wanted her to tell him what to do. While he wasn't necessarily treating her like glass, he wasn't treating her like the strong woman she was. She had opened up to him, allowed him into her darkest insecurities, and he hadn't shied away from her. However, she wondered if he would be this worried about doing something she didn't want if he didn't know about the rape.
That thought created turmoil, as well. Should she want him, need him, to ask for permission. Was it wrong that she wanted him to just take her at his mercy and do the things he felt she wanted? The internal argument made the muscles in the back of her neck ache. To be at war with oneself was exhausting. What she needed was a bottle of wine, a long, hot bath, and another orgasm. Preferably by cock, someone's cock, to be exact. Knowing the last part wouldn't be happening, she sighed and pulled into her driveway. She went inside and decided to get a head start on the bottle of wine while she waited for Trixie to get home from the bus.
She had been in bed for only a few hours when her phone rang out in the dead of the night. The sound had startled her, both ringing and vibration disrupting the hard silence in her dark bedroom. She groaned as she reached out for the glowing device on the nightstand. No one should be calling her; it wasn't like she was being called to crime scenes anymore. Much to her surprise, although it really shouldn't have been one, Lucifer's name appeared on her screen. She was glad he wouldn't be able to see the flush on her cheeks when she saw his name. It was embarrassing.
"Hello?" she answered, trying to muffle the yawn that ceremoniously started as soon as she pressed the green phone icon.
"Fuck, I should have known you'd be asleep. I'm sorry," he expressed, the muffled sounds of conversation and classy music could be heard through the phone line, but she could tell he was walking away from the crowd.
"It's fine," she assured him, leaning back onto her pillow, cradling to phone next to her ear. "Unlike you, I sleep when it's dark." She was smiling and twirling a strand of hair between the fingers of her free hand. Yep, she was definitely acting like a teenager, talking to a boy late at night.
"Honestly, I sleep when I get the chance," he admitted through a short laugh. She could hear that he was walking, and the ambient noise was beginning to lessen more and more. "So, besides being so rudely woken up, how are you this evening?"
"Yes, besides the rude interruption of my sleep," she started, continuing on with his jest. "I made dinner for Trixie and watched a movie with her before she went to bed."
"Ah, yes, I guess you do need to feed the offspring from time to time," he sighed, but she could hear the smile in his words. He pretended to be bothered by kids, but she could tell that Trixie seemed to make an impression during their short encounter. "And after you earned your freedom back?"
She rolled her eyes and bit her lip, shaking her head against the phone. It was almost as if he knew her reaction, because she could hear a faint chuckle on the other end. "Once I was a free woman again, I drank an entire bottle of wine, took a long bath, and climbed into bed." Apparently, that had piqued his interest and he hummed with intrigue.
"Care to divulge any details about that 'long bath'?" he asked, saying the last two words in an American accent, clearly trying to sound like her. She couldn't stop herself from blushing at that. He was both unbelievable and charming, and it was really beginning to get frustrating. In a good way.
"It was just a soak, really nothing exciting," she replied, adjusting the comforter covering her body so that she no longer felt trapped beneath its weight.
"Professor, any situation involving you wet and naked is exciting," he countered, lowering his voice in that sexy way he always did when he was making a point. She had affected him, and the naughty part inside of her relished in knowing that.
"In that case," she started, trying to keep her voice as smooth as possible. Perhaps teasing him, giving him a taste of his own erotic medicine, could help relieve the ache deep in her body. "What would you like to know about it?" She bit her lip as his voice groaned into her ear.
"Oh, that's mean," he whined, and she loved it. "I'm just taking a break, and I still have a few hours. I don't think I want to be out there, performing for the masses, with a raging hard-on." Perhaps he had meant to make her breath catch in her lungs at the thought, but the silence between them lingered, and only seemed to fuel a fire that was not going to die down anytime soon. "Unless you're willing to be awake just a little while longer."
There was a hint of mischief in his voice, and part of her knew exactly what he was insinuating with that statement, the other part wanted to see how he would get her there. "Well that depends on if you entertain me enough," she replied coyly. She had absolutely no idea where that came from, but his slight gasp and hum of approval calmed her nerves from her boldness.
"I could be cliché and ask what you're wearing, but I'm already imagining you in nothing." It was the way his voice was smooth, even over the phone, that made her body feel as if it were melting into the bed. She swore he could sell sin to the pope with that voice.
"Would you look at that," she teased, still twirling her hair between her fingers and grinning towards the ceiling. "Finally got me naked and in bed." She could hear the desperate pain in his groan, and she couldn't stop the wicked chuckle that hummed from her throat. She waited a few more seconds, listening to his labored breathing, before she interrupted the silence. "You okay, over there?"
"Yeah, I just popped a fucking stitch near my zipper, is all," he replied, slightly exasperated, letting out a few forced breaths. "And I'm pretty sure I just had a seizure from the sudden blood-rush down south."
She laughed at that. It was amazing how he could make something sound so sexy and funny at the same time. Usually, that combination never worked well in the bedroom, but he seemed to be able to incorporate humor into his sexual activities. Probably because he was so damn confident (and for good reason), she thought. "You poor thing," she cooed over the phone. Her free hand dropping the strand of hair and lowering to her stomach, lifting the hem of her shirt enough for her to feel skin. She gasped at the sensation; apparently just talking to him over the phone electrified her never endings to an embarrassing level.
"Well, we're just going to have to do something about it," he informed her, and she could hear the metallic clink of his belt over the line. "As a wise, very old man, once told me: 'you never waste an erection.'"
Her breath caught in her chest. He really was serious about doing this. She hadn't been sure, but now that the prospect was obvious, worry wracked through her nerves. She had only ever tried phone sex one other time. It had been disastrous. Too much repeating over a gravelly line as well as pure awkwardness. "Wait, are you serious?" she asked incredulously. She could feel heat rising in her cheeks as well as across her neck. The thought of having phone sex with him, before they had even really had sex, seemed insane for some reason. She was nowhere near as confident with her ability to perform as he was.
"Yes, I was serious when I said that I could not go back to work in my current condition, and I would much prefer to do this with you moaning into my ear." He could hear her slightly gasp and moan on the other end, and it made his cock twitch against his loosening pants. "Yes, like that."
She was hopeless when he got all breathy like that, and there was no way she would be able to sleep soundly tonight if she did not take care of the growing ache between her legs. "I've only ever done this once," she admitted, and even she could hear the trepidation in her voice. Without seeing him, she knew he probably had a soft smile on that handsome face of his, and that made her want him, in any capacity, even more.
"All you have to do is listen to my voice," he assured her, and it was as if he knew his voice was a damn weapon. "Just listen and do as I say; pretend it's my hands touching you." She wet her lips to his words, nodding into the dark before realizing he couldn't see her. "Put me on speaker and put the phone next to you on the pillow. You'll need both hands." Every muscle in her body clenched at that, and her thighs rubbed together and she followed his instructions. She quickly pulled her shirt up over her breasts and tugged her shorts and underwear off, exposing her damp flesh to the cool air of her room.
"Okay," she replied softly, biting her lip in nervous anticipation as she waited for him to start speaking again in that low, sexy voice of his. "I'm ready." She pressed her lips together as she could faintly hear the sound of a zipper lowering and his sigh of relief, do doubt from allowing his cock to spring free of its confines. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trusting he would pilot them through whatever he intended to accomplish over the phone.
"Bring your hand up to you mouth and let your fingers trail down over your lips, chin, and down your neck," he started, his voice smooth as ever on the other end. She followed his directions and felt the tickle of her own fingers barely ghosting her skin as they traced over her neck. "Imagine your fingers are my lips sliding over your smooth skin, stopping to gently bite at your shoulder." She let her nails dig into her skin at his words, and her sharp intake of air signaled to Lucifer that she had been following along. He hummed his appreciation, and that deep sound sent a wave of arousal flooding through her silky folds.
"Both hands drag down your sides, fingers rubbing circles on the front of your hips before sliding back up and grabbing your perfect tits," he moaned into the phone, his tone smooth and unfaltering. She gasped as she followed suit, allowing her fingers to barely touch the skin of her hips before working their way back up to her breasts and molding her palms to the soft flesh. She sighed happily, imagining large, warm hands in the place of her small, cool ones, massaging skillfully. "They feel so good in my hands, like they were made for them," he breathed into the phone, his hand around his cock clenching around the length to steady his nerves. "I can't wait to have them in my mouth, my teeth gently biting each of your delicious nipples."
Chloe arched her back into her hands, fingers pinching her pert nipples along with his words and moaned louder at the sensation. She could hear his heavy breaths through the phone, and she couldn't stop the way her hips rolled at the sound. "That feels so good," she whispered into the dark of her room, desperately wishing he could teleport and be on top of her, making her feel this way with his own hands.
"I love the way you sound," he answered with a low moan. She could hear his shaky breath and her palms itched to move down to other parts that needed her attention. "I would love to hear those small noises as I kiss my way down your stomach, lightly biting you warm skin." His imagery was just as much for her as it was for him. She could hear him focus on his own words, no doubt having the same vision of him on top of her with his lips so close to where they were needed. Her own hands trailed down her body, nails grazing occasionally to replace the thought of his teeth nipping at her skin. Her entire body was thrumming with energy and she could feel a damp spot beginning to form beneath her ass from where her arousal had leaked down onto the bed.
"I know how you taste now, and it drives me crazy" he murmured, his voice barely wavering as he recalled the delicate taste of her arousal on his tongue. "I think of those lips wrapped around my tongue as I drink you in, feeling your clit twitch in my mouth made me so fucking hard," he groaned, and she could hear him beginning to lose control. She felt that bundle throb against her slick fingers and gasped. The fire burning between her legs was raging, and soon the heat would become too much and she would have to explode.
"And when I touched you, fuck, you were so wet," he continued, panting into the phone and making her skin tingle. "Tell me, are you just as wet now, Professor?" Chloe was thankful for the unspoken permission and let one of her hands travel the few inches south to her destination. Her thin digits slid effortlessly though her folds and her entire hand was coated in her slick need as she cupped herself into her palm.
"So wet," she moaned breathlessly, and his debauched string of curses was all the reply she needed to know he was just as wrecked. "I'm dripping down onto the bed," she added in the heat of the moment, her hips rolling up to get friction from her hand.
"Bloody Hell, you're going to kill me," he groaned loudly, and she swore she could hear the slapping of skin from his end of the call. She had to admit, his accent and use of British slang was really a turn-on, especially when his voice was all the stimulation she could get from him.
"You get so tight when you cum, and I wish I could feel you clamping down on my cock, pulling out every last drop of my cum deep inside you." Yes, she thought, he knew exactly what a woman wanted to hear. A lewd moan escaped her lips and she arched up, letting her fingers continue to glide over her damp flesh. She heard heavy breathing over the speaker of her phone, followed by a few whispered swears.
"Please keep going," she begged, knowing he was just as caught up in the moment as she was. She kept her pace slow, not wanting to jump too far ahead of him, but her body was crying for friction, and she just had to give in.
"I think about my fingers inside you all the time," he continued, an edge of strain in his voice. "It's so hard not to think about the feel wrapped around them, tight, warm, and wet, when I'm in the shower, or playing the piano." He trailed off and she groaned, licking her lips and moving her hips up to meet her hand. Her free hand played with her breast, tweaking and pinching her sensitive nipple to further her stimulation. "All those little noises you make in my ear could be my downfall. The only thing keeping me up is the thought of finally sinking my cock into you."
It was Chloe's turn to groan out her own web of curses into the darkness of her room. She was sure she would bite a hole into her lip since he wasn't there to keep it in his mouth. Her hips bucked slightly, and she only wished she had his weight to keep her down. "I need you here," she whined, and she would have been embarrassed if he hadn't growled at her admission. The ache between her legs was only growing, and no amount of her own touch seemed to alleviate it.
"If I were there, I would put you on top of me and watch you sink down slowly, your beautiful body glowing in the moonlight." Holy fuck, and now he was an erotic poet, she thought, turning her head sideways into the pillow to nip at the fabric. "Would you like that?" she heard him ask, and she nodded, only vaguely aware that he couldn't see her visual reply.
"Yes," she breathed, sliding two fingers into her center and curling them in. She mewled, her knees drawing up closer to her chest and the new angle let her hit that place inside her even better. She let her imagination run wild, with the help of his voice, and she pictured him moving over her, grinding his hard length into her hip as his hands worked magic inside her with his hot breath against her neck.
"Watch you grind on top of me, your tits and hair bouncing. I'd grab your hair and rub your clit, lifting my hips to meet your every move." She could feel the room start to spin, and it wasn't the wine she drank earlier. The chaotic tornado of hormones raging through her body was leaving her detached from reality, and all that was around her was his voice and the sensations she felt down south. She could hear him swallow thickly, and imagined how sexy he must look in the throes of lust and passion wherever he was in that bar, his hair messy, lips parted, and eyes hooded.
"I want to feel your body all over mine," he continued, unable to stop his train of thought from reaching the final destination. "I want to touch and taste every part of you until you can't move. I want to make you fall apart again, and again, just so I can feel you shake." She quickened her pace with her hand, her fingers pumping in and out, occasionally smearing arousal over her clit so her palm could glide over the nub and apply pressure. Holy fuck he was doing things to her body through a cell phone, and she wasn't sure if she was impressed or terrified by that.
"Would you like to feel me, too?" he asked, almost pleading, as if he only hoped she could want him a fraction as much as he wanted her. "Feel everything I can do to you once we get the chance? All the ways I can touch you, just right, to help you come undone." They both groaned loudly into the air, the sounds easily picked up by their phones, and Chloe hoped it wasn't loud enough to wake Trixie. She continued to moan and she could feel the tingling start to increase and spread up through her abdomen. Her breaths turned into pants, and she wasn't sure how much longer she was going to make it.
"Please, say my name," he begged, his voice low and breathy. She was certain he was right on the edge, as well, and that was driving her closer and closer to her own decadent death. His plea, the whimpers he wasn't holding back, and the low rumbling groans coming from the speaker fueled her hand to piston in and out of her own heat, heel of her palm rubbing against her clit, and her other hand a death grip on her breast.
"Oh, fuck, Lucifer, I'm cumming," she managed to emit, a shaky breath between each word before her hips and thighs shook uncontrollably. She planted her feet on the bed so she could roll her hips against her hand and her mouth open in the quintessential "O". She felt her walls clenching around her digits with a strength she didn't know she had. Her head was thrown back against the pillow as she was gasping for air, and she could hear his pained groans in the distance.
"Fuck, it sounds so perfect coming out of your mouth" he growled, his jaw working against the strain of barely holding back his own release, miraculously, through the hypnotic sound of hers. "Tell me, tell me, tell me," he chanted out his prayer, and the total desperation in his tone was all she needed to hear to give him anything.
"Yes, Lucifer, please cum for me," she moaned for him and listened to his quickened breaths and throaty growls, deeper and more husky than normal. The sounds he made when cumming could easily spur on a second orgasm, but she already felt like a pile of Jell-o. She waited him out, biting her lip at all of his delicious noises, grinning as she found her phone, took it off speaker, and put it to her ear. She listened to him trying to catch his breath with a huge grin on her sated face.
"Well, fuck me," he exclaimed, a half-chuckle barely making it past his labored breathing. She could hear him swallowing thickly, and she couldn't stop the swell of pride for getting him that worked up.
"I'd really like to," she responded, although she knew a response wasn't what he had expected when his brain finally allowed words to process.
"Oh, stop," he groaned, and she could hear the slight clinking of his belt. "You're going to make me hard again, and I really can't do anything about it this time." Chloe knew he had no idea what the words he said did to her lady bits, but she sure as shit felt a slight leak at the thought of his readiness for round two. Later, she though, remember that later.
"Okay, I'll be nice," she refrained, trying to close her legs, but she was still too sensitive to even let her thighs touch.
"Thank you for having mercy on this horny soul," he replied, and she knew he was wearing that smirk he always had. There was a brief moment of silence as they both basked in the afterglow of digital euphoria, before he spoke again. "Right, well, let me figure out what to do with this," he trailed off, and she could just see his free hand waving through the air in a flourish at the mess he had made.
"Yes," she agreed, going back to twirling a strand of hair. "As a former detective, I can say it's wise to not leave DNA lying around for someone to find."
"Sound advice, Detective," he chided, and the way he said detective sent a shiver down her spine. She had never wanted to use her cuffs for non-work-related thing like quite as much as she had then. They shared a short laugh before Chloe yawned, loudly, into the phone. "Get some rest, Professor. We'll talk later," he said softly as she stifled another yawn, suddenly exhausted.
"You behave," she retorted and his chuckle gave her the energy to shimmy back into her underwear and pajama shorts.
"I'll try," he answered, after a moment of silence, before quickly hanging up so she couldn't' chastise him for his reply. She sighed heavily, returning her phone to the table and plugging it back in to charge. She got herself back under the covers and shifted her legs around, trying to find a comfortable position. She should have showered, her thighs slick from her orgasm, but she didn't have the strength to deal with anything other than sleeping. She would just have to shower off the evidence of fantastic phone-sex in the morning.
Lucifer parked in front of his apartment building, knowing damn well that if he was being watched, they would see him walking there, regardless of where he was parked. He walked into the building casually, but instead of using the elevator, he dashed towards the fire-escape at the other end of the hall. He wouldn't be returning to his room that morning, and he knew that Maze had a little trick to getting into the side window of her apartment from the outside.
After falling through the window as gracefully as a large person could fall through a small opening, he made sure all of the curtains and blinds were closed. Maze was really good about keeping her privacy, and he was pretty certain no one would have considered he entered this way. He was exhausted and half-hard, the events of his mid-shift phone call with a certain blonde was threatening to make him empty himself in front of patrons all night. He walked over to Maze's bed and started to strip down, however, once he got to his underwear, he was at full-mast again, and he knew he would not sleep unless he did something about it, again.
This time he would just have to rely on his imagination, so he quickly rendered every conceivable image of Chloe in his mind, down to the smallest of details. He thought about the way his name sounded when she said it in the midst of orgasm and that was his ultimate demise, again. He used his underwear to clean up before, literally, collapsing into the bed. He barely covered himself before sleep overtook him, the drugs, alcohol, and orgasms finally wearing him down.
He probably had a few hours of peaceful rest before an irritated female voice was ringing in his ear. "Lucifer, why the fuck are you in my bed?" Maze asked, and while his vision was still adjusting, he could see her tall, slender, leather-clad frame standing with her arms crossed at the foot of the bed. He opened his mouth to answer, but he was quickly interrupted. "You know what? Doesn't matter. There just better not be any stains on my sheets."
"Of course not, Maze, I'm not a pubescent boy," he defended, eyes still half-closed from sleep. "I took care of that before I got in your bed. I do have at least one considerate bone in my body."
"Well that considerate bone better not have leaked anything on my good sheets," she argued, watching as he feel back against the bed, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles. Her sheets were bunched at his hips, covering him from his hips to his knees. It wasn't a bad sight, not in the least, but she wasn't much of a fan of having him naked in her bed unless she was going to be involved; she at maybe another girl.
Lucifer propped himself up on his elbow before squinting as if he was thinking hard on something. He slowly lifted the sheet to view the situation below and quickly lowered it back down, a small grin tugging the corner of his lips. "Maybe just a little one." Before he knew it, a variety of leather objects and gear were being thrown at him, and he took cover behind his arms after a leather glove slapped him in the face.
"Are you fucking naked, too?" she yelled, once she had ran out of shit to throw at him. She had just noticed the balled-up briefs on the floor next to her bed, and she could only imagine what those contained.
"Well, I needed something to clean up with, Maze," he said matter-of-factly, as if that should have been a given from the get-go. He watched her mouth open, but she just closed it before rubbing her own eyes with her hands, clearly having had a long day at this hour in the morning.
"Just, just get out!" she exclaimed, reaching down and pulling the sheets away from him. He covered the goods with his hands as she was shoving him out of the bed. He managed to stay on his feet and keep all the bits concealed as she was shoving him towards the door.
"Wait, Maze, I really need to talk to you!" he shouted just as she opened the door and pushed him out into the hallway. Standing, wearing only his two hands, he tried to find a way to knock on her door. Before he could call out to her, she opened the door just enough for her to toss out his keys so he could get into his own apartment.
"Later, I need to change my sheets and get some sleep," she replied before the door slammed in his face. With as much dignity as a naked man could have, he bent down and picked up his keys before making a walk-of-shame, without the fun night, down to his own door. Luckily, only one woman, and her twelve-year-old son saw him. He had to give it to her, she had a pretty convincing look of disgust on her face, for the sake of her son, but he could see the glint of interest in her eyes. All he could do was cover as much of himself as he could and walk beside them as apologetically as possible.
The eventful morning was almost enough to make him forget the disconcerting news he had received the previous morning. He knew there wasn't much he could do, besides stay unpredictable and try to keep a look-out for a familiar face. He only hoped that them not knowing he was on to them would be an advantage, he but knew that numbers were not on his side in this. Eventually, someone would find him, and he wasn't sure what that reunion would entail. Another troubling thought occurred to him. He wasn't sure if they knew about Chloe, or how much of their "relationship" they knew about. How could he keep her safe as possible, but still see her? He wasn't sure, and the rational part of him told him he needed to leave her alone, but the other part, the part that didn't like to be smart, informed him he wouldn't be able to stay away from her. Not anymore.
Once inside his place, he showered and put some clothes on. He would have to wait for Maze to get up, or at least give her a few hours rest. His wallet and phone were still in her apartment, and he wasn't positive he would be able to get in to retrieve them without her noticing. He'd wait it out. He had plenty of booze, stale food, and pills to keep him alert, and his version of oriented, until he could talk to Maze and come up with a plan.
A/N: OOOOOHHHHH. A little bit of mystery, some intrigue, some phone sex... mmm. What the hell could be happening to this poor chap? Also, who's rooting for them to finally do the deed? I know I am... just waiting for that perfect moment. It's happening, don't you worry. The SMUT will cum. As I hope all of you will ;) Until next time, dark ones... *wink*