A/N: Okay… so there's a bit of (hopefully) Russian in here. I'm not Russian. I don't know Russian, so, please, if you know Russian, let me know if there's a mistake. I put the phonetic pronunciation in parentheses, for effect. *Shoves chapter towards you* Here….. This is what happens when I'm feeling both comedic and horny.
We're on the fast-lane towards the end here, guys. Expect some heavy plot in the future. It's going to get pretty dark, so if that doesn't sound like something you're up for, I've appreciated your support up to his point. Cheers! Prost! Slàinte!
In her dark apartment, the only light coming from the harsh blue-light of her laptop, Maze worked diligently. She was pissed. Absolutely pissed. She was hurt, too, but she ignored that just like every other emotion she deemed useless. Pain and anger were the only things she ever needed to feel. Resentment wasn't bad, either. She had been trying to reach Lucifer all night. When she found his apartment dark and empty, there was a brief moment of panic thinking that Gabriel had decided he wasn't needed after all. She found no trace of foul play in his apartment, and no one could hide that shit from her. Lucifer had left willingly. Meaning, Lucifer had left to go do the thing he said he fucking wouldn't. Go be with Chloe Decker.
Any pang of jealously was dampened by the overwhelming rage she felt. He was beyond reckless, selfish, and just fucking stupid. She shouldn't be on her fucking laptop doing illegal shit for a man that couldn't even help himself properly. Yet, there she was, doing illegal shit on her fucking laptop for a man that didn't truly appreciate her for everything she was willing to do for him. Such as potentially find where said estranged brother was staying in Los Angeles, or find out that he had been in cahoots with a certain chairwoman at the school. The same chairwoman that Lucifer had been servicing like a damn sex-toy/fuck-puppet on legs. Why he used his beautiful body like that baffled her. Sure, she used her looks to get what she wanted, but she never let a soul touch her unless she wanted them to touch her. A few fingers down storm-drains could attest to that.
Using a few unnamed sources and airport CCTV footage, she was able to pinpoint three men that fit the physical descriptions of Gabriel, and from there, she was able to track their actions and reduce the number down to one. One very large man had rented a charcoal-grey GMC Yukon from LAX (like a fucking amateur, but confidence got you a lot of places), and that same vehicle had been spotted on traffic-cam footage throughout L.A., especially on roads headed towards Lucifer's college. Once might assume big-ass vehicle, like a Yukon, would be the most impractical SUV for someone trying to remain unseen, but a Yukon could fit a body in it. Easy. Not just one. Multiple. A body could be folded all sorts of ways into that SUV and never be seen from the road. Maze was quite aware of that.
Her sources gave her a list of potential hotels that the Gabriel-sized man could be staying based off of the Yukon's travel patterns, as well as a few personal messages between Gabriel and Charlotte Richards. One topic was extremely promising and described, in detail, the job that Lucifer had been given. Plain as day, the conversation explained how Lucifer knew where to go, but he didn't know who he was going to. Maze knew. And Maze knew that if Lucifer knew…. There would be hell to pay. If there was anything that would make Lucifer homicidal, it was being manipulated.
Gathering her list of possible hotels, strapping a few knives into her hidden holsters, and even grabbing her just-in-case tazer, Maze closed her laptop and took her ceremonial time-to-kick-ass shot of top-shelf bourbon before storming out of her apartment. She didn't leave a note for Lucifer in case he came back looking for her, if he fucking remembered to check-in with her, that is. He would just have to deal. Get a little taste of his own goddamn medicine. Let him worry about her for a bit. She had encrypted all of her other files, leaving the few harmless ones that just suggested she was looking into Gabriel, for if Lucifer decided to check her laptop. Maybe knowing she was doing her part would make him feel like the piece of shit he was.
Throwing her leg over her motorcycle did two things to her each time: made her feel like a fucking queen, and made her tingle in all the right places. Honestly, it could replace any of her vibrators if she could grind herself down onto it while driving. She let those feelings take over any trepidation that betrayed her hard exterior. She wasn't stupid. She knew Gabriel was beyond dangerous. She knew Lucifer's entire family was dangerous. She was dangerous, too, and she was certain they had no idea she even existed. She left no online fingerprint. Her phone couldn't be traced, and she never appeared in Lucifer's cell history if his system was hacked. She was invisible, and she hoped that was enough of an advantage. She'd fight for him. He'd done enough fighting in his lifetime. He deserved to have some peace, even if it wasn't with her.
Ugh. She was disgusted with herself for thinking that. She would have to do something incredibly dominating and humiliating to her next Mistress Maze client.
The whole thing had been completely unplanned. Sure, he had gone over to Chloe's house to finally, finally, feel her from the inside, but he had no intention of letting that happen. It came out of nowhere, and while he typically found pleasure in being the dominant, the aggressor (if they were into that sort of thing, and it wasn't Maze trying to fasten his balls to a 9-volt battery), the way Chloe fell into a power-fuelled role was something he couldn't ignore. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to be good for her, to show her how good he could be, to let him give her everything she needed and derive pleasure from that.
After everything that had been happening, from the guilt of the deal with Charlotte, to still fucking Charlotte, and that one guy she suggested, to his family thrusting themselves back into his life like a 10 lbs (4.5 kgs) dildo attached to fuck-all fuck-machine aimed directly at his un-lubed ass. More specifically, Gabriel nonchalantly threatening Chloe and her kid. It had to be a culmination of all the shit going down in his life that made the idea of being completely pliant and used so appealing. Because it was. It was literally the best sex he had ever had, and he was probably ruined for anyone else because of that woman.
The couch had been enough to make him feel completely wrecked. And then the shower happened. She had quickly found him trying to decide which door to go in, so he followed her as she walked right past him, into her room, and into the bathroom, in all her naked glory. Once under the spray of almost too-hot water, he had pressed her back against his chest, pried two fingers into her mouth, and sank three inside her and had fucked her slow and deep with his fingers. He had told her how tight she was, how hot she had felt around his cock. He had told her that she could have anything she wanted. He would give her anything. She could use him any way she deemed necessary. He had pet her tongue and licked along her neck while she came, praising her the entire time.
Then she had rendered him speechless by dropping to her knees and sucking his length down into her mouth, gagging herself on him repeatedly until he was spilling himself down her throat. He had moaned obscenely, an embarrassing thing, when he couldn't even taste himself in her mouth. She had just fucking taken it straight down her esophagus like the fucking goddess she was. Both sated, momentarily they had finished washing and rinsing, and then she had taken them to her bed. Still naked, by the way. He held her close, wrapping her up in his arms and letting her body mold to the shape of his front. He fell asleep almost immediately. The first time he hadn't taken anything to knock himself out, and he had slept like a fucking buried rock.
Since he slept so hard, so soundly, he woke right when the sun was starting to cast the slightest glow through the window. He was almost startled when the scent of fresh linen and lavender filled his senses instead of the smell of his own cologne and the hint of cigarettes. He felt the undeniable warmth of another body pressed lightly against the side of his body. He was on his stomach, arms slightly asleep from being lifted over his head and under the marshmallow-like pillow against his cheek. He doesn't remember the last time he opened his eyes and immediately smiled. He doesn't remember the last time he ever had something to smile about first thing in the morning, either. After his eyes had adjusted to being open, he was made breathless by the sight before him. The delicate, smooth expanse of tanned skin with gentle lines of bone and swells of muscle and flesh. She was on her side, back turned to him, and the curve where her neck met her shoulder was almost too inviting. Her honey-blond hair looked spilled over her own pillow and back, and he could see the graceful rise and fall of her breathing along the slope of her waist. She looked like two hills of golden wheat with a soft valley between them; shimmering in the barely-woken sun.
Deciding that he really was just too selfish a person to not reach out, he lifted his arm out from under the pillow, blood tingling as it was finally allowed to refill veins properly, and placed his fingertips on her shoulder. He kept his touch feather-light, a barely-there whisper of skin brushing skin, and he traced the line of her shoulder down her arm. He could feel the goosebumps forming on her skin, and he allowed himself to feel good about it. That he could elicit such a response from a delicate action. Being someone unable to do anything partially, he applied a little more pressure when his fingers landed on her hip. He brushed down towards her lower back, pressing his palm to her skin. His fingers spanned across half her back that way and it only highlighted her delicate, but strong, frame. He could feel his dick buzzing to life, and it wasn't the typical morning wood, either, as he traced her spine up to the back of her neck. He froze in place when a soft moan could be heard and her body shifted slightly.
He lifted his hand and winced when he could see that she was waking up. He had hoped to be a creep with his somnophilia a little longer. Like a royal cat that had been snoozing, she stretched her long, lean body and turned over gracefully. Even in the dim, early morning glow, he could see her bright smile, and his heart instantly melted. Her hair was everywhere, he could feel it tickling his own hair, and her sleepy eyes made him want to eat her alive. She was the most beautiful and adorable thing he had ever seen. She was all the beauty and grace of a woman, as well as the playful cuteness of someone younger.
"доброе утро красавица (dobroye utro krasavitsa)," He lulled, the foreign words rolling off his tongue effortlessly. He licked his lips and smiled at her confused expression, rubbing at her eyes as if trying to make sure the same person was in her bed that she fell asleep with.
"What the hell did you just say?" she questioned, her voice still rough and low from sleep. She crinkled her nose before scooting closer to him. His arm draped naturally over her waist as their legs entwined beneath the covers.
"Good morning, beautiful," he answered in his best, most outrageous Russian accent. The one Putin might just try to assassinate him for. She closed her eyes and laughed, a light thing, before opening her eyes, the corners crinkling slightly.
"I'm not even really surprised," she said, shaking her head at his obvious enjoyment. She stared at him for a few seconds, watching as he rolled his neck to stretch, his face going slack when he seemed to relax a tense spot. She bit her lip until he looked back at her, as innocently as someone that literally had to hold her up while he finger-fucked her senseless in the shower could. "I want to tell you something, but I'm pretty sure it's only going to feed into you're already enormous ego."
"Oh, okay," he quirked, doing his best imitation of flipping his hair back like a diva in preparation for whatever compliment he was sure to receive. "I'm ready," he finished, smirking and tilting his chin up.
Chloe rolled her eyes, fearing that she might get stuck that way if she continued to spend time with him. "It's really unfair how hot you are," she all but spat out, without any heat, regretting the words instantly at the way his smile widened and acted as if he just couldn't believe it.
"The Russian does it for you, huh?"
"Oh, god," she groaned, covering her face with her hands, regretting everything she had said in the past few minutes. The feeling didn't last long, suddenly hot, heavy weight was working its way between her thighs, a thick, toned torso pressing her body down into the mattress.
"I have a question," he informed her, voice low and sensual as his hands found hers and pinned them to the pillows by her head. His body moved in barely noticeable roll that pushed her hips further down into the bed, her legs casually circling his hips.
"I might have an answer," she replied, plastering a coy expression on her face. He rolled his hips again and she silently cursed him for making her eyes roll to the back of her head.
"Can I fuck you?" His lips remained parted as he hovered over her, his eyes darting back and forth between her own and her mouth. Waiting, wanting, desperately hoping she agrees.
"Yes, please," she answered breathily, his mouth on her hungrily before the last word was barely past her lips. They moaned softly into their mouths, tongues rubbing against one another and tasting as deeply as they could. He was so big and heavy on top of her, and she loved how his body covered hers without feeling stifling. Just as quickly as he claimed her mouth, he was moving his way down her body. Lips and stubble brushing and scraping skin, laving at her nipples until they were impossibly pert. He kissed down her ribs, dragging teeth along the soft skin of her stomach and licking her hip bones until she was writhing.
He kissed, licked, and sucked his way down, further and further until his tongue could slide through her juicy folds and gather her essence to drink down. She gasped, arching her back as his hands slid down and wrapped around her hips, holding her in place as he fucked into her with smooth, wet muscle; lips on lips. Her hands shot down, digging into his thick hair and tugging in the ways she found he liked the most. The air was thick with damp, panting breaths and a cacophony of gasps and moans. It was music for the sun to rise to; a building rhythm that increased with the light and the passing of time. When she came, suddenly the sounds stopped, the air was still, and muscle was no longer smooth, but rigid. The only sense either of them had was the feeling of skin on skin; wet licks between her legs, warm embrace around his head.
Noise came back to her in the form of smacks as he kissed his way back up her body before tugging her bottom lip between his teeth. She drug her nails down his sides until she felt the hard curve of his hips beneath her fingertips. He shuddered, a absurdly sexual sound, grinding his hips down onto her harder, without abandon.
"Again," he growled into her throat, tongue pressing flat against her pulse, trying to taste the blood in her veins. Eagerly, she repeated the actions, this time digging into his heated skin a little harder, possibly enough to hurt more than feel good. That only seemed to urge him along, gritting his teeth and clenching his jaw with a sharp inhale of air. Chloe licked her lips, trying to lift her head to kiss him, but he pulled back, looking down at her darkly. "Turn over."
He lifted himself off of her, on hands and knees, as she quickly turned over, bracketed by his arms. The second she was on her stomach, he lowered himself back down on top of her, thighs hugging the outside of her legs, hard cock resting on her lower back. He thrust over her, experimentally, just feeling their bodies together, before angling his hips to let his dick slide between her thighs, not sinking in just yet. With a gasp, she angled her hips back and up, giving him the right position to be able to slide into her when he wanted. In a single, languid motion, he pressed a palm into her upper back, between her shoulder blades, and slid home into the wet heat of her waiting hole. He groaned, putting more of his weight onto her back and there was a loud pattern of cracks as his hips slammed into her ass.
They both froze until Chloe let out a long, harsh moan, giggling towards the end of it. "Holy fuck, that felt amazing!" She wiggled her hips and Lucifer could feel tension releasing along her spine and traps.
"Are you alright?" he asked, only slightly alarmed. He wasn't one of those men who believed women to be delicate and fragile. He knew first hand that they could take, well, a pounding better than a man could (which he also knew first hand). "That felt... almost violent."
"No, I'm great, holy shit," she groaned into the sheet, a pleased smile painting her face. "You could just keep doing that and I'd be so happy." She giggled some more, stretching her back as best she could in the position she was, and, you know, with a cock buried inside her. He chuckled, too, leaning down to place a soft kiss to the back of her neck before returning to his original position.
"I guess being your personal chirofucker… fuckupractor? I guess that's not so bad," he joked, and it was wrong that the words actually sounded charming coming out of his mouth with that damned accent of his.
"In that case, get to work, Doc," she sassed, smirking over her shoulder and shaking her ass with his dick still inside her. "There's things that still need your attention."
"Oh, of course," he drawled, adjusting his hand on her back, applying just enough pressure to get her attention and slightly push air out of her lungs. She loved it. "Remember, just tell me if I'm using too much pressure, or going too deep." She could hear the smirk on his face before he made good on his word, pressing into the center of her back with one hand and the back of her right hip with the other, using her body for leverage. She really loved that.
"How's that Ms. Decker?" he asked, slightly out of breath. As he should be, he had been pounding into her with the force of the Spanish Bull Run for the last few minutes. "Does that seem to be helping you?"
Chloe bit her lip, a small, open-mouthed smile permanent on her face by this point. "I definitely feel something happening," she stammered, managing only to gasp once during the entire statement. She was proud of herself for that, sue her. "But I think I might need a bit more." She didn't have to wait long. Goddamn, the man could listen.
"I couldn't agree more," he moaned, tightening his knees around her outer thighs. "There really is nothing quite like some hard, deep pressure to make things right again." Lowering himself down further, pressing his forearm into her back, grabbing her wrist and pinning it to the bed with his other hand, he fucked into her relentlessly, powerfully, as if testing the integrity of her bedframe with every thrust. It seemed to be holding up, however, the creak was something new and probably something she should check. After. After this very special adjustment.
"Yes, Lucifer, just like that," she groaned out, teeth instinctively finding a bit of fabric to bite on to as he plowed into her harder and harder with each thrust. Air was being pushed from her lungs every time his hips snapped against her ass, and she loved the dizzying feeling of not getting quite enough oxygen (oh god, he wasn't even choking her).
"Yeah, that what you like?" he grunted, head tilting back in effort to keep up the brutal pace. "When you're not taking what you want, you want to be used like this?"
"Oh fuck, yes," she gasped, the hand not being held down reached behind her, grasping for his thigh and clutching the contracting muscles of his leg. "It's your turn, fucking take it." She smiled wickedly when he cursed, his thrusts stuttering for a split second while her words attached themselves to ever filthy fantasy his head could come up with. Keeping his hand on her back, his other wedged itself between her and the mattress so he could rub at her clit while he fucked her senseless. She whined, lifting her hips as much as she could to give him more access, but he only pressed on her back harder. Somehow, as if by the will of god, he was able to fuck her harder than she had ever been fucked in her entire life and rub her clit with light enough pressure to keep it from being painful. He was a god. He had to be.
"Come on, Professor," he urged, leaning down and licking along her shoulder. "Cum for me, I can feel you right on the edge." His soft tongue was replaced with the sharp edge of teeth, harshly sinking into flesh and biting down, surely leaving a mark. She came with a strangled shout, one brought in and out of pitch by his hips slamming into her. She could feel herself clenching around his cock, thick drags of hard length wrecking her insides and burning into her soul. "So fucking perfect," he panted, clearly trying to keep himself under control. He slid his hand away from her clit, returning it to its rightful spot on her hip. Gripping her, holding her down where he wanted her.
"You gonna come in me or on me, Lucifer?" she asked lazily, thoroughly fucked, and she knew he couldn't expect her to sound anything less that fucked. She looked back over her shoulder, groaning at the site of his face, his body, glistening and glowing. Magnificent.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck," he whispered quickly, eyes closing for a blink as he reigned in whatever strength he had left to not cum on the spot. "Turn back over." After some slick maneuvering, Chloe found herself on her back while Lucifer crawled his way up her body until his knees were directly under his arms, cock pointed right at her chest. Catching the memo, she squeezed her breasts together with her hands, giving him some nice cleavage to aim for. He seemed pleased by that, reaching out with the hand not violently stroking his cock and sticking his thumb right past her lower lip. He whimpered lightly before growling as the first spurts of his release shot out and streaked over her skin in warm ribbons.
"Oh, the little boy in me is so happy right now," he sighed out, his voice slightly higher than it normal was as he slowed his strokes on his cock, body quivering in the aftershocks of his orgasm. Chloe knit her brows together, opening her mouth to speak, but quickly closing it again. Lucifer took a few breaths, sighing again and nodding his head. Of course she wouldn't know it had been the dream of teenage-Lucifer to cum all over those perfect tits. "The big boy is, too, no worries." He finished his statement with a lopsided grin, panting and sweaty, looking way too good for someone that just ran a fucking marathon with their cock.
Chloe watched him catch his breath, large hands dangling at his sides, chest heaving with every deep breath. He was fucking gorgeous; all height and thick build, dark hair and even darker eyes. Still feeling the high effects of being fucked within an inch of her sanity, she ran her hands all over her chest, smearing his cum before bringing her fingers to her mouth and licking her hands clean. She watched, through hooded eyes, as his mouth parted, and an almost pained expression appeared on his face.
"You really are trying to kill me," he whimpered, biting his lips as she kept cleaning the mess off of herself. Fucking with him was slowly making its way up her Fun Things to Do list. She nodded playful and sucked her middle finger into her mouth, which initiated a few valiant twitches from his softening cock. They both looked down, both equally as shocked. "Obviously he has no regard for my mild cardiac arrhythmia right now," he joked, laughing only when she started to giggle.
"Oh, poor guy, I'll take it easy on you," she jested, laughing when he huffed at her incredulously. She sat up, moving her legs to rest on the outside of his thighs as she leaned forward towards him. He lowered his torso, knuckles on the bed, smiling in her space before bumping his nose on hers. "Great job, Doc, I feel completely refreshed," she whispered, sticking her tongue out to lick along his chin. He seemed to melt into her touch, sighing softly, the corners of his mouth turning up just slightly.
"Always nice to hear that from a customer," he contributed to the play, his eyes remaining closed, face still soft and pliant. "If you could please give me a five-star review on Yelp-" he started, but was cut off by her choking with laughter. "My new business and I would greatly appreciate it." She pushed him away, forcing him to fall off to the side, back against the bed, as she got up and walked to the bathroom.
"I need a shower," she stated, just barely catching the way his eyes perked up at her very normal, in no way shape or form suggestive, statement. "Down, boy," she commanded, laughing as he pouted at her but fell back on the bed, throwing his arms over his eyes with a huff.
Chloe all but bounced down the stairs in her home after a wonderful morning of hardcore sex followed by hot shower. As she started on coffee, she could faintly hear the shower still running, a thrill knowing exactly who is standing in that shower. They woke early, rather, Lucifer woke her early, so it was a bit of a shock when she heard a frantic knock on her front door. Panic. Her internal self was kicking herself for allowing herself to be in this position. It was okay, it was probably the neighbor looking for her senile dog again, she thought. Reluctantly abandoning the half-prepared coffee maker, she fast-walked to the front door. When she opened it, she had no time to say anything before a very energetic Latina woman was bursting through her entryway, mouth already running a mile a minute.
"Chloe, you would not believe the crap that has been going on," Ella stated, hands waving in the air, eyes wide with stress. Chloe could do nothing but watch her friend and former colleague traipse around her home, a ball of stress, while Lucifer was, probably, touching himself in the shower.
"Ella, shouldn't you be heading to work?" she asked, hoping it didn't come off as desperate as it sounded. Luckily, Ella was never very good at understanding inflection when she was in one of her episodes.
"Yeah, I told L.T. I would be a few minutes late. I need some Tribe-member assistance!" she nearly yelled, looking as if she had already had about five espresso shots at almost nine in the morning. Before Chloe could ask what she could possibly be needing help with this early on a weekday, Ella turned around and stood as still as a toddler could. "Everything is going bonkers! I mean, first my rescue duck, Squeakers, isn't adjusting well to the bathtub-"
"Wait. Why do you have a rescue duck named Squeakers?" Chloe asked, because clearly that was the most important thing at the time.
"He broke his beak, can't quack, can only squeak," Ella explained, closing her eyes as if that had been the hundredth time explaining it. "Anyways, he's not adjusting to life in my apartment, or my bathtub, not to mention the cute guy at Church asked me out…. AT CHURCH!" she exclaimed, as if that was the most ludicrous thing she had said so far.
Chloe stood still, crossing her arms over her chest, eyes wide, truly unsure of what to say, or what Ella wanted her to say. "But didn't you want him to ask you out?" she finally questioned, biting her lip when Ella's face turned to utter shock.
"Yeah, but what kind of man asks someone out at church? Like, right after communion!" she argued, and she said a few more things after that, but Chloe was forced to hold back even more panic when she heard the distant sound of her shower turning off.
"Ella, I think maybe he was just taking the opportunity he had to see you to as you," Chloe countered, really hoping she could get the woman out of her house before anything drastic happened.
The smaller woman stopped vibrating, staring a Chloe with her eyes narrowed, clearly thinking on something. Finally, she nodded, biting her lip and continuing to pace, unfortunately, right by the stairs. Chloe really hoped her tight smile didn't seem too disingenuous. "You're right. Maybe. Yeah, makes sense. I literally never see him anywhere other than church… so…," Ella said, her face becoming slightly less stressed. "Okay, yeah, so, I'm already feeling better. But I just got an email this morning that our bondsman, or rather bad-ass bondswoman, put in that she would be away indefinitely. So there's that. Damnit, she really did bring them in," Ella continued again, more words that Chloe couldn't quite follow.
Chloe knew the woman she was talking about. Chloe also knew that Lucifer knew the woman she was talking about. "Maze, right? She's gone for a while?"
Without looking at the other woman, Ella replied. "Yeah, said she had some personal matters to attend to, or something. I don't know. Just know she won't be doing any jobs for us any time soon." At this point, Ella was standing with her back towards the stairs. That was the only relief Chloe had, knowing that she might be able to motion Lucifer back up if he decided to don his presence. Just as quickly as she had barged in, Ella began to retreat towards the front door, and the rest was in slow motion. "Okay, anyway, I should get going, I need more coffee before I make it into the off-" she was cut off when she turned around and ran into a very bare, very wet, Lucifer.
"Now, I'm half convinced you left this poor excuse for a towel on purpose," he started, but was cut off by Ella running right into him. Chloe was behind Ella, eyes wide in absolute terror, Lucifer looked mildly confused, looking down at the much smaller person that had run into him before looking back up to Chloe, mouth parting. Chloe couldn't see Ella's face, but she could only imagine the expression, noting how she had not moved her hands off of Lucifer's chest from when she ran into him.
Seeming to come back to herself, Ella dropped her hands as if she had been burned and backed away, turning to the side so she could see both Chloe and Lucifer. True to his word, he did have a towel, the poor excuse for a towel she had left him. The very small hand towel that managed to only cover dick-and-balls, and left every other inch of skin exposed. Especially those very delicious V lines at his hips. He still had water droplets on his body… just rolling down bulky muscle and toned skin. Not to mention, his hair was wet and falling all over his forehead. He looked like he just walked on to the set of some Lifeguard porno.
"Chlo… that's the guy from the bar," Ella finally spoke, eyes darting between Chloe and Lucifer in quick succession. She still looked like she was in shock. Chloe couldn't blame her. At least she had been able to have a few interactions with a clothed Lucifer before she had been blessed with all that.
"Yes it is," Chloe answered, trying to sound light, as if it was completely natural for him to be there in that state.
"That's the sexy, foreign student from the bar," Ella included, holding up her hand and literally pointing at Lucifer. It looked a bit ridiculous, to be honest. Ella probably went up to his chest, and she was looking at him as if he were some angel sent down from Heaven to show her the light, or some shit.
"Yes it is," Lucifer lulled, voice deep and accent on full-blast. He smirked at Chloe before giving Ella the most insanely attractive smile she had ever seen. The bastard.
"That's the sexy, foreign student from the bar, naked, and wet, in your house," Ella continued, as if it were her responsibility to note every detail of their very disastrous situation.
"Yes," Chloe sighed, covering her eyes to avoid another smirk from Lucifer. It would surely make her smile, and she didn't want to smile at that time. She wanted to dig a hole and never come out of it. Ella gave Lucifer a final, full-body once-over before turning her attention to Chloe, her mouth and eyes open wide, expression nothing but proud and astonished. She was fucking ecstatic about it.
"I'm just going to…" Lucifer started, slowly backing up to the stairs and high-tailing it back up them to a safe place away from raging estrogen. He did so, cursing quietly, when he realized he gave them both a perfect view of his bare, wet ass before he disappeared behind the wall. Ella noticed.
The smaller woman made a move to start talking, but Chloe was already there, placing her hands on her shoulders and moving her towards the door. "Ella, I love you, but I can't talk about this right now."
"Yeah, of course!" she agreed, smile only getting bigger. They were just steps away from the door before Ella started jumping up at down as if she had won the lottery. "Good for you girl, getting that young piece of ass all up in your shit!"
"Shhhh! He can probably hear you!" Chloe whisper-yelled, in that way that really wasn't all that quiet, but gave the point of being quiet across.
"Yes, I can!" Lucifer called from upstairs, muffled voice just oozing with amusement. He was fucking loving it, she knew it. Ella all but squealed as Chloe opened the door and ushered her friend out. The other woman yelled something about giving her all the details, to which Chloe reluctantly nodded to before shutting her door and locking it. With a little more aggression that necessary. She sighed, heavily and deeply, before turning around. She regretted it the moment she did it, because she was met with Lucifer again, sans tiny towel.
"Well, I do hope I continue to make a great impression on that small woman," Lucifer quipped, completely ignoring his nakedness.
Chloe, proud of herself for only staring at his dick for two seconds, gave him her best Professor-Detective-Mom face. "Lucifer, put some damn clothes on."
Lucifer, looking both shocked and aroused, raised an eyebrow, tongue in cheek. "Oh, yes, ma'am," he drawled, giving her a mini salute before heading towards the area where they divested themselves of clothing the night before. "I've never been told to put my clothes on before, and I have to say, got me a little excited."
Chloe rolled her eyes, definitely concerned they would stay that way because she just couldn't stop doing it around him. Regardless of the ridiculousness of him and his complete lack of shame, she was smiling. She was happy. It was okay.
After giving herself a few moments to calm the hell back down from that event, she followed him back towards the kitchen to finish making the much-needed coffee, elixir of life. She was gifted the wonderful sight of Lucifer's backside in those insane jeans, no shirt, back muscles working as he seemed to be buttoning his pants. She always felt the scars on his back, even under whatever shirt he was wearing, but seeing them always took her breath away. The various colors of pinks, tans, and whites that streaked across his skin like chalk lines on pavement: both smooth and jagged, solid and patchy. It wasn't just the severity, it was the sheer quantity. She had seem some crazy shit in her day, mostly on corpses, but she had never seen anything like that on anyone walking around with the swagger he had.
That sixth sense everyone seemed to have when they felt like they were being watched must have raised the hairs on the back of his neck. Lucifer looked over his shoulder briefly, his face not stony, simply serious. He bent down and grabbed his shirt, tugging it on slowly, not trying to hide the obvious. "You can ask, you know."
"Do you want to tell me?" she asked softly, walking over to him, touching his arm as she continued towards the kitchen. It was her turn to look over her shoulder, and she was happy to see that he was following her, leaning against the kitchen island.
"It's not a long story, really," he stated, nonchalance perfected over years of numbing himself to his side. "I come from a rather untraditional family with a specific philosophy. I didn't fit into that philosophy anymore." Chloe turned around as she started the coffee pot, crossing her arms lightly, one side or her mouth turning up in a listening smile. "My brother was tasked with explaining the error of my ways, and things got heated. A broken window and a fall from a balcony, and here we are, five years later." He said it so calmly, although she could see the hurt in his eyes, the betrayal. He pretended that it didn't bother him, the rejection, but she could see it did.
"Your brother did that to you?" Her voice was quieter than she had wanted, but it was hard to wrap her head around the fact that anyone's family could do that to them. Could allow that. Could be the cause of it.
"I'm fairly certain he didn't want to," Lucifer admitted, lowering his gaze to his hands on the counter, a self-depreciating smile and chuckle pushing past his lips. "He's just got an even shorter temper than I do, and he's a tad self-righteous." Chloe made a move to say something, to say that it wasn't an excuse, but Lucifer held up a hand, kindly. "No, my father allowed this." Lucifer seemed to realize he had probably divulged too much, and decided to shrug, sighing as if he could rid himself of the negative energy with a few deep breaths. "It doesn't matter, it was so long ago, and my life is different now." He smiled at her, and while she returned his smile with one of her own, there was a muffled chime, a notification, coming from the direction of the couch. Lucifer seemed to recognize the barely audible sound and went to dig his phone, no doubt, out of the couch cushion from where it had most likely fallen out of his pants in all the commotion of the previous night.
Chloe grabbed two mugs from the cabinet and poured them coffee. She pulled the cream out of the fridge for herself and put a mug of black coffee on the island for Lucifer. She watched as his face fell as he read the notification on his phone while he walked back to the counter. He thanked her for the coffee, face still drawn tight, staring at his phone. "Everything alright?" she asked, sipping her coffee once it was the right sweetness and color. Lucifer took a long pull from the steaming mug, moaning lightly, and Chloe tried to ignore what that sound did to her body.
"Yeah, just," Lucifer started, trailing off and taking another sip of coffee. He seemed to be taking something in, thinking hard about whatever it was he was looking at, before shoving his phone in his pocket. Somehow. She would have to ask Ella about the science of skin-tight jeans and pockets. "Work stuff."
"Do you need to leave?" She hoped she didn't sound disappointed. She shouldn't be disappointed. If anything she should be disgusted for even implying she could be disappointed about him leaving.
"Yeah," he answered, giving her a weak smile before draining his coffee. He pushed off the island, narrowly missing the mess of "food" from last night that was left there literally not getting any worse than it was. He dropped his mug in the sink before wrapping his arms around her, pulling he head against his chest. She felt him kiss the top of her head as she wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him close, feeling the warmth. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," she answered, almost too quickly, leaning back to look at him, smiling a little too hard. "It's fine. I have some shit I need to do anyways." He smiled back at her as he leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. It was soft, welcoming, inviting. He kissed her gently, but no less passionately. Lips pressing and rubbing, the barely-there parting of lips, tongues touching for the briefest of seconds before he pulled away out of necessity.
"Promise me something?" he asked, his lips just hovering over hers, knowing he was making her shake on purpose.
"Yeah," she breathed, licking her lips and waiting for him to ask her anything.
"Don't eat the food on the counter." He gave her a quick kiss before pulling away entirely, afraid of whatever reaction she was going to have. Her mouth fell open in shock as she started to laugh. He winked at her before back away to find his shoes. Once he had everything he needed, he ran back over to her, kissing her again before walking towards the door. "I'm sure I'll be in my usual attire the next time you see me, no worries," he informed her with a wink before walking out of the door, closing it quietly behind him. Chloe continued to sip her coffee, a smile still on her face, although there was a hint of something else. Was it worry? Intrigue? Whatever it was, she shook her head, looked at the surely spoiled food on the counter, waited two seconds, and then proceeded to throw it all away, although she hadn't actually promised.
It had been such a great fucking night, and morning. Everything, all of it, had been perfect. The text put a damper on his mood, that's for sure, but his dick was still oh so happy. Lucifer was still oh so happy. Like a damn school girl that just got a secret not from her crush. Fuck. He was so fucked with her. He got out of her neighborhood and drove down close to where the address Gabriel had sent him was. He was given two. A home and a work address, fairly close. He was surprised by the information, actually; it seemed Gabriel really wanted this to be a cut-and-dry job. He even gave Lucifer a vehicle description and plates. This would be the easiest fucking job Lucifer had ever done, and once his only job had been to help cut lines of coke for one of his father's most notorious customers, Mrs. Lilith, when he was 17. Yes. He did indeed fuck that one up by fucking the client. Oops. However, now that Lucifer was much older and had been in more human orifices than pairs of underwear, he gathered he'd be able to do this one without a hitch.
He parked his car a few buildings down from the work address provided to him, hoping that he would be able to see the target's vehicle leave for lunch later. He wanted to get a pattern, even though he wasn't sure he needed it. Didn't hurt to have details to use for leverage in the intimidating process. Tapping the steering wheel, he pulled out his phone to call Maze. She might be asleep, but he figured she would want to yell at him since he did, in fact, do exactly what she had said he shouldn't. Knowing Maze, she would be pissed, livid, would probably try to hit his balls at some point, but she would want to hear from him. To hear he was being smart and just doing the job. Not being obstinate for the sake of nostalgia. The sooner Gabriel got what he wanted, the sooner he was out of his life (hopefully). He would just have to explain to Maze that staying away from Chloe wouldn't change anything. Plus, it made him feel better being able to hear for her, see her, hold her. If he was touching her, she was safe. It turned out he was more trying to convince himself of that than it being total fact, but that was something for him to worry about at a different time.
The phone rang once before the voicemail message played. He called more than once, knowing she only put her calls directly to voicemail when she was on a job. He didn't think she had a bounty, then again, she wasn't really giving him her To-Do list, either. She wouldn't have a Mistress Maze client this early, and they never stayed the night. After the fifth time hearing Maze tell the fucker on the line to leave a message if it involved knives or sex, he gave up, only throwing his phone to the passenger seat with a hint of violence. So he sat, and watched, fitting into an old behavior easier than he wished. It was like putting on a mask. Suddenly he was Lucifer Morningstar, son and Enforcer for Golden Gate. Lucifer Morningstar: secret-keeper, aggressor, intimidator. He closed his eyes for a moment, sinking into his seat, adjusting his sunglasses, and staring at the exit of the parking garage for the target's office building. He would be able to stay here for hours. He hated how sure of that he was. He hated how easy he could do this. He hated how calm he felt about it.