Chapter 25 - A myriad of new experiences

It was almost magical how the crowd just parted in front of them as Chloe nearly dragged Lucifer to the dance floor. As she spun around to face him, his hands automatically circled her waist, and after so long, it felt just as he'd expected – it felt right. He might have been a little nervous before, but as he took in the bright smile on her face, all of his fluster slipped away, and what remained was just music and the sparkle in her eyes.

They were spinning, turning effortlessly, even as the songs and rhythms changed. Lucifer closed his eyes for just a moment, to feel the soft material of the petals of her dress, and the even softer touch of her hand in his. At that moment, all notion of time was gone; all the songs were jumbled together.

When he opened his eyes, he could see the Detective begin to say something, but the loud music drowned her out. She leaned closer to his ear, watching the furrows in his forehead.

"I haven't heard this song since high school," she said, and her lips brushed his ear ever so slightly. Lucifer squeezed her waist a little bit more firmly, and he needed all his willpower to keep his arousal at bay. Before he could make another move though, the song ended, and the Detective suggested that they have a drink.

She took his hand once again and dragged him to the bar this time. The Detective—ever the responsible one—decided to have some water this time, claiming that she really wanted to avoid dehydration, while Lucifer chose scotch as usual.

As he leaned back with his elbow on the counter, he felt a subtle caress. Chloe had entwined her fingers into his. She flashed a coy smile at him before turning away, both of them looking at the dancing crowd in comfortable silence.

The Detective must have spotted something interesting because her lips curled into a sly grin.

"This party is a huge success, Lucifer. All your guests are enjoying themselves thoroughly."

Lucifer followed the line of her gaze until he noticed Daniel and Charlotte on the dance floor. They were enjoying the party indeed. A slow, sensual song was in the air, and they swayed together, Charlotte pressing her slender body against Detective Douche with the rhythm. Daniel was looking at her as if she were the sun, the moon, and the stars, all rolled into one.

Lucifer snorted at the sight, but the Detective poked him with her elbow.

"Oh, come on! You must find them cute as well!"

"Cute is a massive exaggeration. But I have to admit that, surprising as it may seem, it doesn't bother me. I'm glad they found each other."

His gaze lingered on them wistfully for a few more moments before another couple draw his attention.

"But if you look around, you might see something even more surprising than Daniel and Charlotte dancing together."

He beckoned with his head a little to the right. Mazikeen and Miss Lopez were also in the crowd, but it was quite hard to recognize them with their limbs tangled so tightly together. Maze devoured the tiny forensic scientist's mouth with such ferocity that Lucifer started to sincerely worry for his friend. But on closer inspection, Miss Lopez seemed to be doing very well: she returned the demon's kiss with equal intensity, and if Lucifer hadn't known Maze so well, he would have thought she was outmatched in the battle of tongues.

"It seems that everyone has found their partner," the Detective commented and looked at him meaningfully.

Lucifer cleared his throat, not entirely trusting his voice, before he answered.

"Yes, it seems so. Detective… I was wondering… if you would like to stay. After the party, I mean. As long as your offspring doesn't need you to go home, that is. Not that it would be a problem. I just-"

"Lucifer, it's all right. Trixie is with Dan's parents right now. I can stay," she glanced at him with a small smile. Before Lucifer could answer, she added, "And I didn't even get a chance to give you your present. I hoped I would have the chance to give it to you after the party, in private." As soon as the last words left her mouth, she realised the accidental innuendo and blushed to the tips of her ears. "I mean, uh, I don't want it to get misplaced here, in the heat of the party, so I thought it would be better not to give you your present here," she corrected, but her blush didn't subside. Maybe it was because she did fantasize about another kind of private celebration.

Lucifer just grinned at her like the cat that ate the canary.

"Well, I think the celebrating crowd can do without me now. You must show me this present before the curiosity kills me."

Lucifer's display of childish impulsivity eased her momentary embarrassment. She grabbed her purse and before she could blink, they were standing in the elevator.

"It's nothing big, but I hope you'll like it," she said as they stepped into the penthouse.

She turned her back to Lucifer to hide the gift she was about to pick from her purse from Lucifer's prying gaze. She spun towards the bar, and Lucifer tried to circle her to get a peek. It really couldn't be a sizable thing if it fit into that tiny bag, he thought as he stretched his neck, all in vain.

Suddenly, Chloe turned back and tilted her head to look straight into Lucifer's eyes, while she hid her hands behind his back. Her heart was drumming in her throat. She was incredibly nervous. The gift she chose didn't have high material value, but its symbolic value was all the higher, and she hoped with all her heart that Lucifer would like it.

Chloe held out her hand in the end and pressed a plastic rod into Lucifer's hand. Lucifer curiously examined the translucent object, which was not really a rod, but rather a triangular prism with the following text in black letters on the longer side: Lucifer Morningstar, police consultant.

Lucifer frowned and looked at her again.

"Uh, Detective, I'm not sure what this gift is," he started perplexed.

Chloe smiled at him nervously.

"This is a nameplate. For your new desk."

Lucifer's mouth parted slightly, but as nothing came out of it except for a small gasp, the Detective continued, "Recent events have made me think. A lot of crazy things have happened in the last few weeks, but one thing hasn't changed: I could always count on you. And I wanted to acknowledge that. That's why I've made a request to the captain to assign you an official workstation. Right next to mine. I couldn't bring the desk here, but perhaps this nameplate is an appropriate symbol," she smiled hesitantly.

"Detective, I..."

So many emotions were stirring in Lucifer that he couldn't think of anything to say. It would take at least one therapy session for him to articulate what he was actually feeling, but he realized that it didn't really matter whether he could put it into words this time or not. So, he didn't.

He put the nameplate on the counter and stepped closer to the Detective.

"Thank you," he said, barely above a whisper. He cupped her face, leaned down, and closed his lips on hers.

Lucifer heard a slight rustle as the Detective stepped closer and put her hands on his narrow waist. Her touch emboldened him, so he deepened the kiss. She was sweet in a very unique way. He took his time to explore every stunning sensation, every little flicker of their tongues. All of a sudden, the Detective changed the angle to nibble his lower lip playfully, and he couldn't suppress a needy moan. He could feel the Detective's lips curl up and he decided to take revenge and show her that he can be a tease, too.

He pecked the corner of her mouth, and then aimed for her neck. He peppered the soft skin with wet kisses until he found the most sensitive spot under her ear. The Detective moaned and tilted her head to give him better access.

It was now Lucifer's turn to smirk. He circled her waist and pulled her flush against him. As her breasts pressed to his chest, he could feel her breathing quicken. He kept kissing that sweet spot until he noticed that her hands had left his waist and were sliding lower until they reached his bum. She squeezed his firm ass lightly and he couldn't help but buck forward and groan.

"Lucifer…" she panted as she pulled back. "I think we should continue this somewhere else."

At his bewildered look, she glanced to her left and right. Lucifer followed her gaze and noticed that in the midst of their passionate make-out, he wedged her between the bar and one of the bar stools.

Letting out a breathy laugh, he stepped back and extended his hand to the Detective. He led her towards the bedroom, but before they reached the steps, he scooped her up and took her bridal style to bed. Chloe squealed in delight.

Lucifer kneeled on the bed and placed her on the covers gently. Chloe leaned back on her elbows, waiting for Lucifer to bend over her, but she recognized some uncertainty in his moves as he was hovering at the edge of the bed. His gaze was so intense as he raked it over her body that it made her blush, but still, he didn't make the final move.

"Lucifer?" she prompted him softly.

"Detective… Are you sure you want this?"

At first, she wanted to respond with something witty, or with some mild teasing, but seeing the insecurity in Lucifer's eyes, she decided otherwise.

She pushed herself up into a sitting position and captured his mouth with a gentle but passionate kiss.

"I'm absolutely sure, Lucifer," she told him sincerely after she broke the kiss and looked into his eyes.

This was all he needed to wipe his insecurity out of that hidden corner of his mind.

He finally leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. He propped himself on his elbow, being careful not to crush her, while his other hand started mapping her body.

She sighed into their kiss when he cupped her breast through the fabric of her dress. He traced her curves experimentally before his fingers found the upper hem of the dress and slid under the thin material. The Detective's skin was incredibly soft and pleasantly warm. His thumb came across her pert nipple and started to circle around it in synchrony with the movement of his tongue.

The Detective arched her back and dug her fingers into his thick black hair, thoroughly mussing it up. Lucifer nibbled her lower lip, and then directed his kisses through her neck and collarbone to her cleavage. He tugged her dress down a little bit, to free her breast, so he could finally taste that sweet little bud. The Detective whimpered when he licked her nipple, then started to pepper it with kisses.

Lucifer's now free hand slid to her back and found the little zipper on the back of the dress. Chloe was so focused on his playful tongue that she didn't notice the subtle moves until Lucifer's mouth left her nipple and he peeled off her dress with his nimble fingers.

She missed his warm touch and shivered in the sudden chillness. But maybe it wasn't just the temperature; she felt quite exposed, clad only in a pair of thin, lacy, white panties. She was almost naked and under the intense, black gaze of an angel. The Devil. Her chest trembled with nervous anticipation. Her train of thoughts derailed when Lucifer tossed the garment to the side and climbed closer again, his knees on the edge of the bed.

"Beautiful," he whispered, his voice reverent.

Before he could get any closer, Chloe suddenly knelt up on the bed, so that she was suddenly face to face with Lucifer. His praise emboldened her, so she leaned closer to whisper in his ear.

"There is a problem, Lucifer," she said, brushing his ear with her lips. She could feel him shiver under the light touch, but tense at the words, so she decided to cut the teasing short. "You're wearing too many clothes."

She grabbed his tie, pulled him forward and kissed him dearly. She made quick work of the tie, discarded soon, along with his jacket, waistcoat, and shirt. Chloe smiled in satisfaction as she traced the firm muscles of Lucifer's now bare chest. She spent some time caressing his abs, enjoying the small moans he emitted, and then she started to unbuckle his belt.

Lucifer got rid of his shoes, socks, and trousers with almost supernatural speed. Well, maybe it was supernatural speed. Not that Chloe minded it. She couldn't wait to step to the next level with him.

He gently laid her on the bed, covering every inch of her body with kisses. When he reached her abdomen, he dipped his tongue under the hem of her panties and grinned at her mischievously. The sight of her flushed skin and heaving chest made him feel intoxicated, and he couldn't wait to see her fall apart beneath his touch.

He hooked his thumbs into the hem and pushed the little piece of garment down on her thighs. After he disposed of it, he drew a soft trail of licks and nibbles from her ankle to the inside of her knee, where he spent some extra time before going upward again to reach his desired destination.

Lucifer pried the Detective's legs open gently and caressed her pelvis before he lowered his head to taste her precious lady parts. Her panting increased and Lucifer suddenly felt her fingers in his hair, tugging on the black locks.

He took his time to find out what she liked the most. First, he circled her clit softly with his tongue, then changed to slow, sensual lapping and studied her slight shivers, little moans, and harder tugs on his hair. He caressed her hipbones with his thumbs and tilted his head to try a different angle, which earned a groan from her. He kept licking and sucking her clit and folds with increasing intensity and speed, which she seemed to enjoy very much. Her soft moans turned into whimpers and her hips rose from the bed occasionally, chasing his tongue. He couldn't help but growl when he sensed her desperate moves.

Lucifer wanted to prolong the pleasure for the Detective. So, he decided to deny her release, however torturous it seemed. When the trembling of her thighs increased, indicating that she was close to her climax, he slowed the motions. He even abandoned those sweet lower lips of hers and nibbled her inner thighs instead.

The Detective made a noise that could best be described as a frustrated growl and squirmed a little. Lucifer finally took pity on her and resumed his previous ministrations with a considerably slower pace.

He smiled between the wet kisses as the Detective's panting accelerated and she relaxed under his touch again. He grabbed her left leg and pulled it above his shoulder, so her thighs cradled his head more firmly. He circled with his tongue faster and faster and could feel on his cheeks as the muscles of her thighs tensed and relaxed.

Lucifer decided that he wouldn't deny her release this time. He plunged his tongue deeper between her folds before he returned to her clit with renewed vigour. Chloe's breathing became laboured, and her whole body tensed like a stretched string on a bow, waiting for the archer to release the arrow. And Lucifer, with hundreds of thousands of years of experience behind him, knew how to pull her until the anchor point and let the arrow fly. With some purposeful strokes, he pushed her over the edge, embracing the hitch in her breath as she absorbed in the pleasure, and the trembling, which replaced her tension.

As her body went limp, her death grip on his black curls also eased. Lucifer placed one last kiss on her now overly sensitive clit before he kissed his way to her neck. He laid on his side next to her, propping his head on his hand and admiring her flushed face as she enjoyed the afterglow with closed eyes.

"Lucifer, it was…," Chloe chuckled, leaving the sentence unfinished but her expression completing what she meant to say. She opened her eyes, and as soon as she could blink away the haze, she searched his gaze.

"Well, I would lie if I told you that I didn't intend to impress you," he answered with a smirk as he drew little circles on her shoulder with his thumb.

Though he seemed confident, Chloe could sense some uncertainty in his voice. And the fact that Lucifer was insecure when it came to sex was strangely empowering for Chloe. She rolled to her side to face him and caught his lips with hers. She caressed his cheek and traced the curve of his ear with her thumb while her tongue found its way to his mouth.

Her gentle moves distracted him so much that he didn't notice when she slipped her other hand between their bodies. But as soon as her nimble fingers curled around his cock, his breath hitched and a muscle in his neck tensed in anticipation.

"Chloe," he mumbled but couldn't say anything else. Her firm strokes efficiently rendered him speechless.

Lucifer called her so rarely on her given name that her heart fluttered with joy and she smiled into their kiss. She changed the position of her wrist so she could apply some twisting motion, which Lucifer seemed to particularly enjoy if his low groan was any indication. She swept her thumb over the head, which earned another groan.

With sudden determination, Chloe broke the kiss and attacked his jaw with some firm nibbles, then sucked on the delicate flesh of his neck purposefully. Lucifer whimpered under the overwhelming sensation, then pulled back abruptly.

He stared at Chloe with wide eyes and jerked his hand to his neck.

"What was that?" he asked, flabbergasted.

Chloe bit her lower lip to prevent a chuckle, but when she recognized the true bewilderment in his eyes, her smile faltered, and her hand on his cock stopped.

"I…gave you a hickey. Sorry, I thought-"

"A hickey? So, this is how it feels?"

Lucifer's puzzlement turned into wonder. Right. The vulnerability issue. The thought that she could do something to Lucifer that he had never experienced in his long life, was exhilarating.

"How does it feel?" she asked, barely above a whisper.

"It's…strange. But not unpleasant," he said, still marvelling over the experience.

"Good," she said and licked the hickey. She resumed the stroking and directed her kisses lower. She deliberately bit the soft skin above his collarbone and grazed his nipple with her teeth, earning some low rumble from Lucifer.

She lingered for a while on Lucifer's chest and stomach, observing which parts were the most sensitive, but continued on her way to her final destination eventually.

She glanced up before she wrapped her mouth around his shaft. Lucifer was a mess. His cheeks were rosy, and his breathing accelerated. He kept his eyes closed, his long lashes brushing his cheek. His hair was mussed, black locks curling in every direction. She could also see the purple love mark forming on his neck.

With a huge grin, she gave some experimental licks from the base to the top before she closed her lips on the head and went down on him.

Lucifer gripped the sheets and cried with pleasure as she started to work her magic on him. He was pliant under her touch and the sounds he made were utterly sinful. She bobbed her head to take more and more of him, while her tongue never ceased to caress the sensitive skin of the head. She could feel his whole body become tense, indicating his approaching release.

"Chloe…Chloe…" he panted. "Please, stop," he said, voice strained. "I don't… I don't want…not yet," he finished awkwardly, but Chloe got the message. She let his hard member go and sat up, straddling him.

Lucifer's eyes twinkled as he watched her with barely contained lust. The Detective's knees rested on either side of his thighs as she straightened and towered over him. The curve of her breasts and hips were magnificently accentuated in the dim light.

With agonizing slowness, she grabbed his cock and directed it towards her core. She smiled at him teasingly as she moved it up and down, rubbing it slightly around her clit and folds. Lucifer's effort to remain still and not to buck up into her palm was palpable; he chewed on his bottom lip and waves of tension rippled through his thighs.

Chloe intended to tease him some more, turnabout was fair play, after all. But she felt the excited contractions of the muscles of her lower abdomen. Usually, her body wasn't ready for further stimulation after an earth-shattering orgasm like she had just a few minutes ago, but it was different now. Everything was different with Lucifer.

She raised a little bit higher and positioned the head of Lucifer's cock to her entrance. She sunk down slowly, giving herself time to adjust to his size. He was well endowed, which was frightening at first, but as soon as her muscles wrapped around him, all her worries vanished. They matched perfectly.

When she was fully sheathed, she stopped for a moment. Their eyes met, and – in some quite inexplicable way – they felt that they were united beyond the physical.

Chloe wasn't sure how long they were like this before she rolled her hips ever so slightly. Lucifer responded by sliding his hands to her hips and thrusting up.

Lucifer could still hardly believe that this was happening. He traced the fine curves of her hips with his fingers while his mind tried to process the pictures his eyes sent to it: the mirage that was sitting on his lap, rolling with a sensual, slow pace. The soft skin, the perfect, rounded breasts with those sweet, aroused nipples that bounced slightly as she moved up and down. Her parted lips, her blond hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Her deep, blue eyes that were so fiery and…loving.

But it wasn't enough. He wanted to feel more of her. He stretched his neck, longing for more closeness. The Detective seemed to desire the same thing because she leaned toward him. Her breasts pressed to his chest, and she kissed him passionately.

One of Lucifer's hands slid to her butt to keep her wrapped around him and the other wandered to the small of her back to pull her against his body. At any other time, he might have considered this position clumsy, but now all he could manage was a contented sigh. He could finally feel every inch of the Detective. His fingers dug into the flesh of her buttocks as he urged her even closer to him.

Chloe increased her pace and deepened the kiss, demanding more of him. Lucifer raised his hips to thrust into her more deeply, complying with her needs.

The friction, the tight embrace of her walls, the slapping sounds of flesh and the constant, passionate dance of their tongues were too much. Lucifer started to feel the inevitable signs of his approaching orgasm, but he could tell that the Detective was close, too. He added some twist to his moves to provide her the necessary friction for her clit while he thrust into her with desperate passion.

Chloe broke the kiss, pressed her forehead to Lucifer's and whimpered in pleasure. When she started to quiver and her walls clamped around his cock, Lucifer couldn't hold back anymore. He stiffened, as if an electric current ran through his body, and gripped the Detective's buttocks, holding her as tightly as he could, while he came.

When the last waves of their joint explosion subsided, Chloe collapsed on him. They remained like this for a long time, only their soft pants and the low rustling sound of their caressing hands in each other's hair broke the silence.

Only when Lucifer's thighs started to go numb under the weight of the Detective's relaxed body – another strange sensation, which he experienced around her – he started to shuffle a little bit.

Sensing his squirming, Chloe raised herself until he slid out of her, and she lay next to him. Missing the heat of her body, Lucifer turned towards her almost immediately, but he groaned when he sensed the strange sensation in his thighs.

"What's wrong?" Chloe asked, caressing his cheek.

"Nothing, just… It's like someone is poking me on my thigh with tiny demon blades," he complained.

Chloe puckered her brows before she realized what Lucifer could possibly feel and she burst out laughing.

"Oh, great. I'm glad my misery amuses you, Detective," he pouted.

"Lucifer, your legs became numb, that's all. It will pass, no big deal," she chuckled, but as soon as she realized the reason for his bafflement, she turned serious. "It has never happened to you, has it?"

"I can't say it has," he answered, his voice full of wonder. "But I'm quite glad I experienced it with you."

There was a myriad of new experiences he could discover with the Detective, he thought as he tucked an unruly curl behind her ear. She smiled at him before she snuggled closer, leaning her head on his chest.

The Detective soon fell asleep, still holding Lucifer tightly. He fumbled a bit, not intending to break the embrace, but was able to cover both of them with a blanket eventually.

He stroked her hair affectionately, and his fingers came across the tiny pomegranate-shaped clip in her hair. Some memories of the evening flashed back in his mind, and he couldn't suppress a happy, sincere smile.

He kissed her temple and closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift off to sleep.

His last perceptible thought was that he had never been so happy in his life.