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Ashley Dreamer: Thank you for your lovely comment! As a response your question... Michael's baby mama is name Jude Easterman. She is human. Sadly his children's upbringing is a sad story. If you haven't read the comics, it's an experimentation birth. Ovaries ripped out... forced pregnancy... It wasn't a happy time for Michael, hence the hatred Michael has for Sandalphon. And the mild outburst Michael has with Chloe when she mentions the mother of his children. I hope I didn't make your brain spin too hard haha. Hang in there, we're going to be moving fast after this chapter. Thank you for your comment!

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"Should I Stay, or Should I Go" - The Clash

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They got an Uber driver faster than she thought was possible. The two got into the back seat of a black SUV and embarked on their travel to Ella's apartment. Void of any consideration for the driver, the two sucked faces the whole car ride. They didn't care, they were more interested in getting into each other's pants.

Once the car stopped, signalling their arrival, Ella hopped out while Michael paid the driver in cash. The driver tried saying it was already taken care of on the app, but Michael paid him anyway.

Once the car took off, Ella grabbed a hold of Michael's hand. She pulled him over to the stairs and led him up to her apartment. The sounds of shuffled feet and laughter echoed off the walls. They giggled amongst each other as they went up the stairs.

"Shh!" Michael called out.

"You shh! I'm being quiet," Ella replied too loud.

"No you're not! You're waking the neighborhood."

"Shh!"

"You shh!"

They were both being loud, but for the life of them they couldn't control their volume levels.

As they reached the top level of her floor, Ella patted the pockets of her jeans. Michael creeped up from behind her and wrapped his arms around her. The instant feel of his hands on her made her forget about entering the building. The butterflies that settled at the bottom of her stomach fluttered all too knowingly. She tilted her head off to the side and let Michael place his lips on her neck. With a quick motion, she moved her hair off to the side. Michael's mouth was on her instantly. She immediately felt a wave of heat rush over her. Her breath picked up.

"Michael," she whispered out.

The use of his name coming out of her mouth like that forced him to let out a moan. She repeated his name to hear him once more.

"Tease," he said against her ear.

She didn't dare deny it. She simply smiled and brought her hand up to caress the back of his head. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck, leaving kisses.

He brought his hand off her stomach, up her torso, to her breast. He gave it a light squeeze to encourage her arousal. Her breath hitched from arousal. His name rolled off her tongue once more. Michael smiled against her skin, savoring the feel of her back pressed against him.

"Open the door. I want to know what you feel like," he said with a whisper.

He slowly lowered his hand and gave her the space to open the door. He leaned against the door frame and smiled down at her.

She let out a breath of air and tried to steady herself. Michael had fluffed her arousal just to step away and look at her with such intensity. She had to shake her head to focus.

"Keys… keys. Where are my keys?" She patted her jean pockets. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol in her system or Michael's touch that forced her to shake her head and doublethink her key placement. "Where are my keys?"

She was worried now.

She patted her pockets and found her phone and card holder but no car keys. Her head shot up at Michael.

"You don't happen to have my keys do you?"

He furled his eyebrows and checked for her. He dug into his pockets and only found his wallet, phone, and building keys.

"No no no no no…"

Ella handed Michael her phone and started looking under the pots in front of her apartment. Nothing. No spare key in sight.

"No!" She whispered out. "I lost my keys. Dammit!"

"We can call a locksmith and have…"

She shook her head.

"They won't come this way past midnight, it's Boyle Heights." She pouted up at her front door. She slapped her hand against the frame, whining. "Why did you have to do this to me now. I wanted to get my back blown out," she called out to God.

Michael couldn't help but chuckle at her phrasing of words. He knew she was talking to his father and to be honest, that was probably the reason why this was happening to them. He opened his arms to offer comfort. She gladly walked into his embrace. Michael rubbed his hand along her back, comforting her.

"You wouldn't happen to know Lucifer's weird door opening trick would you?"

"I sadly do not…"

"And I'm too intoxicated to try and pick the lock…" she held onto him tighter. "I'm sorry…"

"Why are you sorry?" He asked.

"I lost my keys… and we can't get inside... to you know..."

Michael let out a chuckle.

"I'm more concerned about your apartment keys at the moment. No spare keys, my dear?" She shook her head against his chest. "That's alright. How about you stay with me tonight at the penthouse?"

"The penthouse?" She looked up at him with a smile. He pulled away so he too could look upon her.

"I see that look in your eye. The car ride is going to be another thirty minutes… which I think it's safe to say either one of us is getting our backs blown out tonight."

The fact he used her words made her smile. She reached up and kissed his lips. He gave her a quick peek on the lips before pressing forward with his statement.

"You can stay the night, shower, and have breakfast with me in the morning before you go off to work. How does that sound?"

"It sounds good… just hate that I'll have to go to work in my date clothes." She laid her head on his chest.

"Well I do believe I have a few articles of clothing you could use, if not my own, then the few shirts Mazikeen or Chloe has lying around the place."

"I could do with either. May have to defend your honor with my shirt choices."

"My shiverless knight," Michael said into her hair.

They stayed in each other's arms until Ella pulled away so she could get them an Uber. Michael politely declined her offer and got them one himself. They only had to wait ten minutes until a car pulled up.

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It was almost two in the morning when the pair stepped out of the car in front of Lux. Michael wrapped his arm around Ella's shoulder and walked them over to the side entrance of the building. He led them inside. They were greeted by the dim lights of the club.

"It's so quiet," Ella said. She walked out of Michael's hold and wandered around the dance floor. "So empty…"

"Peaceful is it not?"

"In a way." She looked up at the ceiling and spun around the room. Michael watched with fascination. "I've never been in the club after hours."

"Never?" He walked over to Ella. "You were here for my investigation. I distinctly remember you bumping into that table over there, just trying to get away from me."

"I wasn't trying to get away from you!" She blushed at the memory. "I was flustered..."

"Flustered?" He stood in front of her, smiling.

"Yeah flustered…" She tapped her hand against his chest, trying to distract herself from looking up. She didn't want him seeing her smile. "You're quite the charmer."

"Only when I'm around beautiful women." He reached his hand out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Flirt."

Michael let out a hearty laugh before bringing her head up so he could deliver a kiss.

"I enjoy flirting with only you, Miss Lopez."

"You better."

Ella shot him a smile and backed away. It was time to head upstairs. She took his hand in hers and walked them up the stairs over to the elevator. Once inside, he pushed the button signalling them up to the top. Ella leaned into his side enjoying the silence. They got a few floors in before Michael opened his mouth.

"I was going over possible places you could have left your keys," he said. "I saw them on the seat in the car when you picked me up. I think you might have left them in the driver's car."

Ella closed her eyes and tilted her head back in realization. She facepalmed her forehead and groaned.

"That's right…"

"In the morning, we can work on contacting your driver and getting the keys back."

"We can do that. I just can't believe I forgot to put my keys in my pocket. It's not like I really need those keys, they were just the keys to my apartment." She let out a frustrated grunt. "Well at least they weren't my work keys."

"Thank Dad for that…" Michael whispered.

As the door opened to the elevator, Ella let go of Michael and followed him out. He pulled Ella along showing her the inside. The dim lighting of the tree stump provided perfect nighttime lighting. The sounds of the cars below could barely be heard from outside.

"I've never stayed the night here before…" Ella stated.

"Is that so?" Michael asked. He kept his smile to himself as Maze's confirmation of Ella never sleeping with his brother came to light.

"Nope."

Michael kissed her hand and led her up to the bedroom. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies as he led her to the room.

"This is the bedroom," he said with a smile. "Over here the closet. Just past here around the corner is the bathroom." He led her over to the room. "Not sure if you want to take a shower now or in the morning, but I have clean towels over here." He led her around the corner.

"Thank you. Although, I think I'll shower in the morning."

As Michael walked inside the bathroom, Ella stopped dead in her tracks as she walked into Lucifer's five star bathroom. She couldn't believe her eyes. She looked around in awe. Michael was off in the corner rambling about towels and toothbrushes when he turned around and found Ella paralized with fascination.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah," she let out a chuckle. "It's just this bathroom is the size of my bedroom."

"It is rather large isn't it?" Ella nodded her head. "My brother has always been one for the more lavish things in life."

"I can see that." The two of them shared a laugh as they looked around the bathroom.

"I should warn you though, my brother isn't one for locks. So just inform me if you shower and I'll… uh," he stopped mid sentence and shook his head, "actually I'll just not come near the bathroom until your finish."

Ella smiled up at Michael. "Sounds good." She looked over her clothes and frowned. "Uh... you wouldn't happen to have anything I could wear for bed, would you?"

"Mmm, I might. Follow me."

He walked out of the bathroom and over into the closet. Once again she was in awe of Lucifer's interior design layout. He lived better than anyone she'd ever known. As Michael pulled open one of the dressers, she walked closer to him to see what he was pulling out.

"I don't really sleep in shorts, just my boxers… so I don't have any bottoms for you, but I do have shirts for you to wear." He pulled out three well worn shirts. She could tell they were his night shirts. She decided on a faded grey one with a few bleach stains on it. "Oh I…" he let out a nervous laugh, "I can't have you wear that one, it's too worn out for you."

"No no," she clutched it to her chest, "you let me pick which one I wanted and I picked this one." Michael nodded his head and let her have it. "You wear this one a lot, huh?"

"I do."

That's what she thought and it is why she picked it.

"I'll uh…" he let out a cough, "I'll let you get ready for bed. There's face products and all that jazz in the cabinets if you need anything."

"Sounds good. Thank you, Michael."

"You're very welcome, Miss Lopez." He shot her a wink. "I'm going to change, so if you need anything just give me a holler."

Ella started backing up towards the bathroom to give him some privacy. As the bathroom door closed, Michael began taking off his wrist watch along with his shoes. He sat down on the stool and took off his socks, tossing them into the hamper. Just as he's taking off his sweater, Ella opened the bathroom door just in time to see Michael's sweater up to his chest along with his shirt. His skin is exposed with his fat head stuck in the neck hole.

"Oh!" She stops dead and looks over his form. "So sorry." She said, unconvincing.

"Huh?" He pulled his sweater off his head. He hurried and fixed his shirt so it would still be on him. "What's up?"

He was so worried about her not seeing the scar on his back, he failed to notice she was wearing his shirt and only that. As she failed to reply right away, he found the time to actually look at her.

He was sure he short circuited for a second. So much skin exposure was present on her, he wasn't sure what to do with himself. He tried looking up, but for the life of him, he couldn't get himself to do it. His eyes traveled down her bare legs and up to his shirt. He almost lost it once he noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. He could see her nipples right through the shirt.

"I wasn't entirely paying attention when you explained where the toothbrushes were. I was wondering if you could show me…"

I.. I… I uh," he couldn't get rid of stutter. "Sure, let me just… let me hang this sweater up first."

Ella nodded her head and turned back into the bathroom. He watched her as she disappeared.

Wrong move. He knew he should not have watched. He brought his fist up to his mouth and bit his hand.

"She's teasing you," He said. "She's getting back at you for the boob grab," he told himself.

He tossed his sweater over into the hamper and pulled off his shirt. He slid his pants down just enough to draw her attention and walked over to the bathroom. She was looking into the mirror when she saw Michael step into the room. He visibly saw he bit her lip as he walked in.

"Where were the toothbrushes again?" She said to make small talk.

"They are actually right in front of you. Here." He walked up from behind her and leaned into her back gently as he reached forward. The two made eye contact as they looked into the mirror. It was only broken when he pulled open the cabinet to show her the new toothbrushes. "Red or blue?"

"Blue will do." She plucked it from his hand while he stepped off to the side.

"Do you mind company? I could use with a cleaning as well."

"Not at all." She smiled forward and gave him some room to use the sink.

"Thank you."

Michael pulled his toothbrush off the holder and grabbed the toothpaste off the counter. He properly wet his brush before placing the paste onto his and her toothbrush.

It was like the scene out of Bring It On, the two brushed their teeth in silence, secretly sneaking in looks as the other spit their excess toothpaste out of their mouth. It went on longer than it should have. Neither wanted to leave the others company. By the time they delivered their last spit into the sink, it was clear their teeth were white.

Michael grabbed a cloth off the rack besides her and wiped his face off. Reluctant to leave her side, Michael leaned against the wall close to her and smiled at her.

"Do I get the pleasure of having you in my bed tonight or will I have to quarantine myself in the guest room?"

Ella plucked the cloth from Michael's hand and used it to wipe her mouth off. Once she was done, she tossed it on the counter. She took her time answering. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing right away. The cocky smile on his face told her, he knew he could get away with them sleeping together and still have time to sleep.

She turned her back to him and looked at her phone. She wanted to know the time. It was getting late in the night, three was just around the corner. She tapped her finger against the phone silently debating whether or not it'd be a good idea to give into temptation.

She could physically feel Michael's eyes racking along her backside. She didn't mind, she changed for a reason. But she didn't expect the decision to fall in her court. She had just expected him to lift her up and take her to the bed. Now that she was actually given the opportunity, the more she debated whether it was a smart idea or not.

She slowly turned and faced Michael. His cocky smirk was still on his face.

"I highly doubt you'd be able to keep your hands to yourself," she said.

Michael lifted his hand up and then crossed them out in front of him.

"Mhm, I know how this is going to go down."

"How would this go down?" He purred out.

"We'd go to the bed, get comfortable, and I'll slowly feel you get closer to me."

"Me?" He lifted his hand to his chest. "I am a gentleman, I'd never."

Ella left out a chuckle.

"All men are the same," she teased.

"Well it's a good thing you're in the presence of an angel."

"Nice try, Michael." She tapped his chest signalling him to head out.

"Oh! My heart. She's kicked me out of my own bed." He clutched his chest pretending to be hurt. Ella laughed with him and proceeded to kick him out of the bathroom.

"I'm sure your heart will heal."

"That it will." He stopped at the door and smiled down at her. "Wise decision my dear. I'm afraid I would not have been able to help myself."

"To be honest… I don't think I'd be able to as well." She chuckled.

"Good to know." He smiled down at her. "Good night, Miss Lopez." He shot her a wink before turning around. Not so much as a kiss offered. It was for the best, the slightest touch would have swayed her.

As he left, Ella got a good look at his back. The scar did not go unnoticed.

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Michael couldn't seem to get himself to fall asleep. The thought of Ella in nothing but her panties and his favorite shirt plagued his mind all night long. It wasn't every day he had a beautiful woman in his bed not getting attention from him. He spent the better half of the night staring up at the ceiling trying not to think too much about Miss Lopez.

It was a hard night for Michael. Painfully hard in one specific area.

Unable to maintain more than an hour of sleep, Michael got up from his bed in the guest room. It was almost six in the morning. He figured if couldn't sleep he should at least get ready for the day.

He padded across the living room and up the stairs to the bedroom. Right before he turned the corner, he checked in on Ella.

She had her back to him with the covers around her shoulders. The only recognition he got was her wavy hair popping out from the blankets on top of the pillows. He smiled to himself and proceeded to the closet.

He rummaged through his dresser and grabbed a fresh pair of boxers. With those in hand, he took off toward the bathroom. If he couldn't sleep, a shower could settle his restless body and make him feel better. Michael went ahead and turned on the shower while he stripped down. As the water started to warm up, he slipped under the shower head and let the water glide off his body.

There was something about the shower, being vulnerable, and letting the water fall off your head, that soothed him. Something about showering, in general, put his mind at ease. Michael stood under the faucet, eyes closed, just listening to the water run.

Afraid he'd pune, he went ahead and did what he had to do to get clean and got out. He grabbed his towel off the rack and used it to dry his body. Once he was done, he wrapped it around his waist.

He moved over to the cabinet and pulled out a fresh bar of soap and placed it on the brick wall by the shower. Along with Chloe's shampoo and conditioner. He placed a clean towel on the rack so if Ella needed to shower everything would be ready for her.

He then walked over to the sink and got ready for the morning. He brushed his teeth and set hair products in his hair to keep his curls intact. Satisfied, Michael walked out and into the bedroom where he could exit. He made sure to keep quiet so he didn't wake Ella up.

One last look over to Ella and he found her facing him sound asleep. He smiled and left to her rest.

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Michael was out in the balcony meditation when he heard the sliding glass door open. He turned over to the side and smiled at Ella.

"May I join you?" She asked.

"Of course." He patted the seat besides him.

Ella walked over and sat besides Michael on the floor. He could smell the shampoo off her hair. He closed his eyes and took in the morning sun. Ella did the same. The two sat in silence for five minutes before her stomach growled.

Michael opened an eye and turned towards her. He was met with the look of horror as he noticed her body betrayed her. He let out a laugh.

"Hungry?" He asked.

"I wasn't, but I guess my stomach is telling me I need to eat something."

Michael went ahead and kicked his legs out from under him and stood up. He offered his hand out for Ella. She happily accepted and accepted his assistance standing up. Before he could give her hand back, he kissed the top of it.

"Good morning," he said.

She looked up at Michael with a twinkle in her eyes. This man in front of her was better than any man she'd gone home with in months. Not only had he been a complete gentleman last night but he continued it into the morning. She noticed the setup for the shower. The good morning text on her phone from him.

This man in front of her was her wet dream come alive. A wet dream that had the best traits a woman could want. She couldn't stop smiling up at him. She was lost in his smile.

"Good morning," she finally managed to get out. Her stomach growled once more. "I'm so sorry." Michael shook his head dismissing her hungry stomach.

"That's fine. I could do with some food as well. Would you like to accompany me to the kitchen?"

"Yes, because I have no idea where that would be."

"Come. I'll show you."

He slipped his fingers between hers and pulled her into the penthouse. She followed Michael close behind and walked with him towards the book shelf. She'd never noticed the door against the wall. He pushed it open to reveal a corridor that led down to more rooms. Michael pulled her along into the kitchen. It was nothing big or extravagant. It was simple and modern.

"So," he spun Ella around like a ballerina. "What can I make for you this fine morning?"

"You're going to make me something?" She plopped herself on the island chair and smiled.

"Well it's only right that I treat my guest with courtesy. I have eggs," he moved over to the fridge and looked around inside. "Bacon… sausage, I think," he moved a few things around, "scratch that, just the bacon." He looked over to Ella and smiled. "I can make us an omelette or poached egg or…"

She stopped him here.

"I can go for scramble eggs and bacon, nothing more."

"Nothing fancy?" He asked.

"Nope."

Michael smirked but said nothing more. He simply pulled out the carton of eggs out of the fridge along with the packet of bacon.

"Can I help?" Ella asked.

"You want to help?"

"Of course. I'm not going to let you do everything." She scooted him over with her butt so she could wash her hands in the sink.

"Alright, Miss big booty, you can crack the eggs and whisk them out."

"Miss big booty?" She raised her eyebrow at him trying not to laugh.

"Yeah. you almost knocked me down over there."

"Shut up!" She laughed. She pushed him out of the way so she could grab the bowl he put on the counter.

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The two finished up their breakfast and got ready to head out. Ella did have to work so they had to get on the road. Michael offered his services and drove her to work. She enjoyed every second. She got to ride in his Mustang and got to enjoy more time with Michael.

As they pulled up to the parking lot of the precinct, Michael went ahead and parked.

"That'd be twenty dollars," he joked.

"Twenty dollars!" she exclaimed, playing along.

"Yup. Taxi service laws require me to collect payments after I drop my customer off at their destination." He couldn't keep a straight face and laughed it off. "I'm kidding. How about a kiss instead?"

"I can do with a kiss." She smiled and leaned over.

"I see the date went well." Dan called from Michael's side of the car. The two immediately pulled away embarrassed. "Relax Chloe's not around to scold the two of you."

"Thanks for the heads up," Michael said.

"No problem." Dan went ahead and locked his car. Before taking off he stopped and walked over to Michael's mustang. "Hey Trixie mentioned you had…"

"Uh, not here Daniel," he directed his attention to Ella.

"Right! Sorry, but if you need any help, I'm always here."

"Thanks…"

"I'll meet you inside, Ella. Don't let him keep you too long." He took off after that.

"What was Dan talking about?" Ella asked, interested.

"More lifestyle books," he lied. "Chloe was thinking of having me talk to Linda… it's nothing bad."

"Therapy isn't bad. I met with a therapist. It's good to have someone to talk to." She smiled.

"I'll keep that in mind." She started unbuckling her seatbelt. "Uh Ella before you leave… I uh.. wanted to say thank you for last night. I had a lot of fun. Also this morning!" he added.

"Aw well I'm glad you had a nice time. I did too. I kinda don't want to leave you right now. We were having such a good time."

"Well I could always start the car and take us somewhere." He went to reach for the keys, but she stopped him.

"No no, I've already been spotted." She sighed. "Sadly it's my time to go."

"If you must…" he watched as she grabbed her phone off his dashboard and got out of the car. Michael turned the keys to the ignition, starting the car. He backed up rolling the window so he could talk to her. "One last kiss before I go back to my place of isolation."

"Don't make me feel bad. It's only for a few hours, I'll text you on my lunch break I promise. Remember you promised you'd help me with my apartment keys."

"That's later on in the day..."

"You'll be fine," she teased.

"Only if I get my goodbye kiss." He grinned at her, waiting.

She rolled her eyes and leaned forward to deliver a kiss to him. Michael leaned out of his car to assist her. It was supposed to be a peak on the lips but her hand snaked out and drew him in. Michael didn't complain, he enjoyed every second of it.

"I'll see you in a few hours, don't forget," Ella warned.

"I'd never forget. I'll shoot you a text once everything is settled." He pulled his sunglasses out of the glove compartment and put them on. "Possibly grab something for lunch if I get finished early?"

"Mmm we'll see." She backed up from the car and tapped the roof signalling him to leave.

"Challenge accepted." He smirked. "Have a nice day at work, my Dear." He bowed his head and drove off.

Ella smirked as he drove away. She shook her head and made her way into the precinct.