This is a take on how I think Lucifer and Chloe should be with their relationship. I don't know what stage this is actually in but I set it right after all the big things happen that we don't actually know about yet.
Chloe and Lucifer walked up to Chloe's door, Lucifer glancing nervously at her from time to time. Chloe turned back to him.
"You're nervous?" She asked. Lucifer looked away and snickered
"Yes, well, don't especially want a repeat of before."
"You mean the time you said no or the time your mom said no" She asked, drawing out another chuckle. Lucifer's eyes turned back to hers and he studied her for a moment.
"I meant the time, I said no." He replied hesitantly, taking a swift step in until his face towered over hers, getting a look of surprise from Chloe's face. "I don't want to say no anymore." He added with a breath and she smiled. He looked her face over, her chin already tilted up towards him, expecting what she was clearly expecting. The fight was over, mum was dead. Chloe was safe, and she was a literal gift from dad. But he didn't mind.
In fact, he was grateful for it. For her.
She made him feel good again. Wanted, respected. Loved.
And so, slowly Lucifer raised his hand to cup her face, keeping her head right where he wanted it. Not that she was going to move. And leaned down, softly placing his lips over hers. His eyes closed when hers did, and he felt the push against his lips that usually came after kissing someone. But this time it was different. It was as if everything he did before didn't matter. All the women and men he slept with, the drugs and alcohol he'd consumed, all the bad choices he'd made were nonexistent.
And up until this point, he'd never admitted to himself that he had made bad decisions. Not really.
This, this was bad. This was vulnerability, this was weakness, this was bad.
But when Chloe's lips hit his again, sensing his hesitation, she brought her hand up to the side of his face, and ran her fingers through his coarse black hair.
Oh this was perfect.
He bent down farther and gripped Chloe's head with his other hand, pushing her against her door, hearing a muffled yelp of surprise, and Chloe's other arm going around his broad back, kissing him as fiercely as he enveloped her, and letting their tongues dance. Oh he loved the taste of her, his hand pulled her ponytail holder out and let his fingers roam through her blonde hair, feeling the sweat and blood that came from today and loving the feeling all the more. Detective Chloe Decker was not a dainty little girl that needed protecting and a hand to hold, she was more than capable of protecting herself. She showed that she didn't need Lucifer, not in the way he was used to being needed. But she wanted him. God knows why. He still didn't get that part.
Luckily Trixie was with her dad or else he would've hesitated guiding Chloe through her apartment by their mouths when she unlocked the door. The door slammed and Lucifer lifted Chloe, holding her legs around his waist and keeping their lip lock until he dropped her onto her bed.
The way Chloe was looking at him right then, while he knelt before her in-between her legs, humbled him completely. He crawled slowly over her until his nose touched hers and she smiled at him.
"I'm glad you didn't die." She said.
"I'm glad you didn't either." Lucifer replied softly, glancing at her mouth. "Although you scared me horribly when you laid there like that. So don't ever do that again." He told her. Chloe's hand went to the side of his face and he felt how small she was, her fingers reaching his ear but not his whole cheek.
"I'm sorry you had to see that Lucifer." Chloe said softly. "But I would do it again to keep you alive. Every time."
"Don't say that, you've got your child to think about."
"Trixie will be fine with Dan and Maze if I'm not here. Although it weirds me out that I can say that about Maze." She replied. Lucifer looked her over with soft eyes.
"Well, if you insist on taking bullets for me, I will always bring you back. Just know I'll take bullets for you as well."
"You already proved that."
"But I'll prove it again, as you say. I'll do it every time. And I'll keep coming back." He replied. Chloe glanced at his mouth.
"Kiss me." She ordered him and he slowly did so, inhaling her scent as he did and pulling back, Chloe following him a few inches from the pillow until Lucifer set them down again and shifted his position. He took his jacket off and wove his fingers through her hair again, kissing her full-on, powerfully and loving as she moaned into his mouth, lulling her head back.
The sheets ripped, and they screamed, the mattress squeaked loudly, the headboard knocked against the wall and chipped drywall from the paintjob, hushed voices turned into shrieks and Chloe's fingernails raked against his bare skin, careful to avoid his wing scars. The sheets ended up on the floor and their writhing limbs moved fast, panting and wanting more even when each time was done. Chloe rolled off of him, their bodies shaking and their chests pounding, Chloe got the sheet from the floor and haphazardly threw it over their naked bodies.