It had been a week since Chloe and the girls had last seen Lucifer. His newfound Godly status had become a new obstacle in their routine. Sometimes he was gone longer than most. She understood being God was hard work and that his time in Heaven was needed. Everything aside, she could forgive his longer-than-usual absence. Afterall, he was the most important being in the universe now. He had divided responsibilities. So every time he was gone longer than most, she would keep the girls occupied until he came back with gifts and smiles.

The only problem with that solution was, who would keep her occupied in his absence? It was no secret that Lucifer was a sexual man. She knew what she was getting into when she married him. That sexual needed had no problem being satisifed with her, she took well care of him. Matched him equally in the bedroom. But when these longer-than-usual visits to Heaven dragged out, she became unforgiving. She couldn't forgive the ache he felt behind when he was gone longer than most.

It was all his fault. He had gotten her so used to having sex whenever she desire, that when he spent more than a day out of her reach, she hated him. With it now being a week without him near her, Chloe was convinced she was going through withdrawals.

The wet dream she had just pulled herself out of was proof enough.

Chloe was currently laying in bed. Arm draped over her face as she tried to calm her throbbing sex. The intensity of the dream had her frustrated that she had woken up. Vivid flashes of Lucifer taking her from behind flooded her head. Her bottom lip cried in protest as her teeth pulled at the skin. That sexual frustration of not getting her release begged to be delivered.

Sounds of birds chirping notified her that it was early morning. She let out a groan, turning her head off to the side to check the clock on her nightstand. It was five thirty-two.

"Great…" She muttered.

Horny on a Thursday nonetheless.

Her head tilted back to the ceiling where she knew he was looking down at her with a smug smile.

"Bastard," she called out.

Trixie didn't need to be up for another hour. And Rory was no trouble. The girls usually slept in until they smelt food being cooked. She had some time to calm herself down before getting dressed for the day.

So she turned onto her side, wrapping her arms around Lucifer's pillow. His scent still clung to the material of the pillow case. She let her nose take in an absent memory of him.

She missed the way his arm always found its way around her waist in the early morning. She missed the kisses that would pepper her shoulders, begging her to wake up. She definitely missed the way his morning erection poked at her from behind, tempting her to stay in bed longer.

A smile spread across her face as she conjured up the memory of her husband. Remnants of her dream came flooding back into her head. Her knees rubbed together feeling the ache return. Her bottom lip once again pulled under her teeth imagining she sly remarks Lucifer would make to her current state.

She found her hand slipping under the covers, pushing past her underwear. The heat of her sex gracing her cold hands. Just as she was about to slide her fingers between her folds, the alarm on her phone went off.

First morning alarm for five forty-five.

Chloe groans once again in frustration. She demanded a release.

Her body twisted as she reached over to turn off her alarm. Once it was off, Chloe let her head rest against her pillow once more. Her vision facing the ceiling.

"I bet you're just loving this…"

She shook her head, pushing the memory of her dream off to the side. The last thing she wanted was to fall into a late start for the day. So she pushed her husband's pillow away, kicked the covers off her legs, and lifted herself off the bed.

She started a mental checklist for the morning. Collect fresh clothes, take a shower, get ready, wake the girls, make breakfast.

It was a solid plan.

Ready to check off one thing from her list, Chloe walked over to her dresser. Her feet patted across the cold wooden floor as she made her way to the other side of the room.

Too busy trying to figure out what she was going to wear for the day, Chloe failed to notice a small box on the top of her dresser. It wasn't until she disappeared into her closet and came back to her dresser that she realized a box resided in simple packaging, waiting for her. Her hand reached out in surprise. On the side rested a note.

At first glance she noticed Lucifer's handwriting. It took everything in her power not to look up and roll her eyes at him.

"I see you already know you're on my shit list."

Chloe went ahead and opened up the folded note.

I believe apologise are in order. I had not expected to be gone this long. Please believe me when I say I wished to be home with you and not listen to my siblings argue about whether or not the mosquito population needs to be addressed. I really do not care about the blood sucking insects.

All aside… I miss you, my love. I hadn't realized how long I'd been gone until I heard your whispers seep through your dreams. And might I say… It struck me dead in my seat as your dream rang through my head. Bravo, Detective. You've managed to give God a boner from a different realm.

Allow me to repay the favor. I know you seek release and with my hands tied up here until further notice, I wish to rectify that as soon as possible. I know you aren't one for toys, but I have it on good authority that this little flower will send you to cloud nine and back. Do pleasure yourself for me, my love. I wouldn't mind those prayers coming in while I'm working.

Signed with a Devil face

Your Loving Husband,

Lucifer

Chloe placed the note back on the dresser, reaching over to see what was inside the box. She pulled the ribbon that kept the top in place, letting it fall to the floor. As she pulled off the top, pulling out a gray velvet bag. She tested the weight in her hand. It weighed nothing. Inside was a charger and the instructions. Uninterested with them, she pulled apart the string and looked inside the velvet bag. Inside was a purple flower. A purple palm sized rose head.

She let out a nervous chuckle as she examined the new toy. Lucifer was right she wasn't one for toys, especially for solo play, but the ache between her thighs hadn't subsided. She pinched her knees together and brought the toy with her to the edge of the bed. She sat down with the toy in one hand and the instructions in the other. The instructions weren't much. Five little tabs instructing that there were ten different settings. How to charge the device. And lastly where to place the hole at the top of the rose. In big bold letters written at the top read, clitoris stimulator. Hey eyes widened in surprise. She dropped the toy so fast, she didn't have time to take into account the noise it would make. A loud thump echoed into the room startling her.

"Shit!"

She placed the instructions on the bed and dropped down onto the floor to find the damn toy. Under the bed within arms length, Chloe pulled it out from its hiding spot. She shook her head as she looked over the toy in her hand. It looked cute. It was relatively big for a vibrator, but it fit nicely in her palm. The pedals on the top were soft. The hole in the middle scared her, but she figured it left more surface area to work around.

Taking closer inspection of the toy, Chloe turned it around in her hand and found the power button. Curious, she held down the button. Immediately a quiet vibration rattled in her hand. It wasn't too loud to notify anyone outside her door that it was in use. And it wasn't soft enough to mistake for being off.

"I can see that smug smile on your face, Lucifer." Her head looked up. A head shake followed. "Tempting… Very tempting."

She picked herself up from off the floor, collecting the articles of fresh clothes she had picked out earlier, and walked into her bathroom. She placed the clothes on the toilet seat. Forgetting she was still holding the purple toy, she placed it on the bathroom counter. Although Trixie was asleep, she'd never be able to look her daughter in the face knowing that her mother kept her sex toys out in the open. Instead, she locked the bathroom door and started the shower for the morning.

One by one she took off each article of clothing. Displaying a little peep show for her husband. She just knew he was watching her. Patiently waiting for the moment to catch her playing with herself. If the years of marriage to Lucifer taught her anything, it was to embrace her desire. And deep down she found it hot that he checked in on her from time to time. She didn't mind. If she was horny, she could only imagine the blue balls he would get from watching her lather soap along her body.

Chloe let a smirk plague her face as she tested out the temperature of the water. It was warm enough, so she jumped into the shower naked as the day she was born. She slipped under the shower hoes and let the water slide down her hair. She carries on with her shower ritual. Scrub her body with body wash, apply shampoo to hair, rinse. Gently massage the conditioner into her roots to the ends of her hair. Let it sit for three minutes before washing out. She did it all, but in the back of her mind, that darn purple rose kept popping up in her head.

Chloe pulled the shower curtain off to the side. The toy sat parched on the counter staring at her. Taunting her. She bit the inside of her cheek.

He did get it for me…

Chloe stepped out from under the shower hoes and tried to ring out as much water from her hair as possible. As she got that situated, she tiptoed out of the tub, grabbing the toy off the counter. With the toy in her hand, she closed the curtain once more. She slid under the water once more letting her body warm up.

She turned the toy around in her hand contemplating her next move. On one hand she could satisfy her needs and on the other she could simply ignore it.

"I can't do this," she told herself.

She shook her head placing it on the ledge where her shampoo stood. She turned away, opting to scrub her face with her face wash.

Out of sight out of mind.

She took her time cleaning her face. Rubbing the facial scrub along her skin. Getting every pore that dared to hide from her product. As she washed the suds off her face, she turned around once more, paying the purple toy another glace. It sat there perched on the ledge, taunting her.

"It is waterproof," she told herself. "I mean maybe…"

Chloe walked over and grabbed it off the ledge. Her lips kinked to the side contemplating her next actions.

"It's small… Compact… Soft… Cute."

She grabbed the body wash from the floor ledge and squeezed some soap onto the top of the toy.

"It can't hurt to wash it."

Chloe went to work, massaging the soap into the grooves of the pedals. Curious, she turned on the device to test the strength of the vibration. Surprisingly enough it pulsated at a medium strength. Her curiosity continued as she tested out the other features. As she went through the settings, the toy kicked on with its suction feature.

"Oh, my God…" She smiled as it took her by surprise. "You cheeky bastard." She could practically hear his chuckling inside her head.

She had enough. She turned the device off and placed it back on the ledge beside her shampoo bottle. The device once again mocked her as she found her way under the water. The possibility of testing out her new toy played in the back of her mind.

"Are you seriously thinking about doing this? I mean, what harm would it do? Was that a suction feature on top of the vibration? How in the…" Chloe shook her head as the questions went through her head. Her eyes locked on the toy from across the shower. Her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Absent-mindedly her feet gravitated to the ledge once more. "Yeah! Caution to the wind, Decker. Live a little. The husband gets you a gift… You… Well you play with it."

Her hand snatched it off the ledge, inspecting it once more for good measure. Her fingers ran along the silicone material. She let it run down her body, allowing her skin the opportunity to get familiar with the texture.

As it moved down her navel, she placed her finger on the power button. She let out a breath of air before separating her folds and letting the hole rest against her clit. When she was ready, she pressed the button.

Her body twitched as the small device softly pulled at the most sensitive part of her body. She giggled into her free hand as it worked its magic. She wasn't sure what possessed her, but she changed the setting, and when she did, her eyes fluttered to a close. Her forehead pressed against the stone tile, allowing herself to be grounded. Her breathing elevated as the toy suctioned that small bundle of nerves. Once again she changed the setting to get a different pulsation. She nearly gasped as she found the right setting.

"Fuck," she cried out.

Her legs spread out a little, allowing herself to be gripped properly. As the toy had its teeth in her, she started to imagine her dream with Lucifer. The memory of his tongue glided across her folds, penetrating her sex had her moaning. She wiggled the toy to imitate the feeling of her husband's large nose running along her clit. Her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. Her hips rocked forward. The need to climax was well within reach.

"Yes…"

As the toy pushed and pulled away from her skin, she tried everything in her power to keep her volume down. But there was no stopping her. Lucifer's name came out in a mantra. The muffled calls of his name, muted by the sounds of water hitting the shower curtain.

Old memories of past sexapades flashed through her memory.

She was stripping herself of her work after a long day at work. Lucifer was laying down in bed, a smile flush across his face. His head hung off the bed as he watched her undress with an upside down view. As her pants swept off her hips, Lucifer's hands reached out and grabbed a hold of her hips. He had her underwear off within seconds, falling between her ankles leaving no room to protest. She remembered the look on his face as he licked his lips. The softness of his hands as he turned her around.

Chloe bit her bottom lip harder. Her free hand ran along her chest, cupping her right breast. Her fingers pinched at her nipple, rubbing and pulling at the erect bud. Her forehead rolled across a patch of tile trying to tap back into the memory that kept flooding in and out of her consciousness.

She once again changed the setting of the toy, gasping as it intensified in shorter spurts. Her hips rocked once more into her palm. Lucifer's name continued to come out in a mantra. She was close.

Her concentration went back to the memory of Lucifer pulling her towards the edge of the bed. Her back facing the rest of his body. The only thing visible, the smile on his face. She remembered how nervous she was to place any weight on his head, but when he yanked her down, she didn't have the focus to pull away. Afterall, they didn't call him the silver-tongue Devil for nothing.

Lucifer's phantom tongue continued to be her primary focus as she worked her way to her climax. The memory of Lucifer pulling her on top of his face, flashed before her eyes. His skilled lips and tongue lapping up every ounce of liquid he coaxed out of her.

"Oh my…" She breathed out.

Her hips rocked into the toy. The memory of Lucifer touch was enough to drive her over the edge. Her orgasm rolled out of her like a slow moving stream. Rolling out longer than it would normally when she usually participated in solo play. A muffled cry escaped her closed lips as she came off her high. Her hand turned off the toy instantly. Legs going slack and hands falling to her side.

Chloe let out a chased laugh as she placed the purple toy on the shower ledge. Her hands ran across her face, reminding her of the world around her.

"I hope you enjoyed the show," she whispered.

Chloe grabbed the shower head off the hook and used it to clean herself up. Her eyes nearly popped out of her eye sockets as she felt her release run down her legs. Her head snapped over to the toy and glared at it.

"What were you made by Lucifer himself?"

She looked away embarrassed and finished cleaning up. Once she was done she cleaned off the toy and jumped out of the shower. She continued her morning ritual, brushing her teeth, applying lotion to her body, and blow drying her hair. The works. All the while, the damn toy mocked her.

Before she finished up with the bathroom, Chloe grabbed the toy and walked into her bedroom. She placed it back into its velvet bag with a smile on her face.

"Thank you, sweetie." Her head tipped up to address Lucifer.

Maybe I'll let you watch, again, once the girls go off to school. She prayed.

Chloe walked over to her nightstand, placing the velvet bag into her drawer. With herself ready for the morning, she exited her room. She was ready to start the morning fully satisfied with a smile.