Chapter 5
Promise that I will not take it personal, baby
If you're moving on with someone new
She took a few more steps out onto the balcony and got a better look at the situation before her. Lucifer didn't have on a suit jacket because it was lazily tossed in the corner. His hair was all ragged and disheveled. She noticed the bottle almost right away. It was like his signature. Scotch and cigarettes. Although come to think of it, it had been a while since she last saw him pick up a cigarette. She leaned down and refaced him.
His head had fallen again, sinking into his chest. She gently picked up his head now making eye contact with him. He looked defeated and well, sad. Like he had lost a piece of himself. Lucifer's eyes were almost black, they looked so hollow.
"Lucifer?" Chloe was growing concerned for him. "What happened?" It was quite apparent what happened. He drank himself two bottles deep and was now sulking in his mistake. Their mistake. She had made the mistake by coming here that night, by indulging him in that conversation. At the time, she didn't think it was a mistake, and if she was honest with herself, no matter how much it hurt her. Learning his true feelings about her that night wasn't a mistake, it was responsible. She couldn't, no shouldn't go on living this way. Chloe couldn't wait for Lucifer any longer. There was another man in her life, and she owed it to herself to try to be happy with him.
His breath slowly released, and Lucifer spoke, "You Chloe, you are what happened to me." He slowly rose from the balcony, steadying himself on the glass bar. She tried to help guide him up but his angry huffs told her not to bother. Chloe rested her hands next to her side and continued to stare at the man in front of her, or what was left of him. She doesn't think she's ever seen him this wrecked.
Taking a step back, she glanced at the ground, "Me? Lucifer what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Of course, she was upset. He woke her up to basically tell her he had feelings for her after not seeing her for almost a month. And Chloe drove all the way over to LUX at almost three in the damn morning now to make sure he was okay. All for him to say that it is her damn fault in the first place that he is like this, no she wasn't going to let herself be accused of something she had little to no part in.
He took a step towards her and she took a step backward. "Detective, you are so infuriating. Do you know that?" Lucifer took another step forward and Chloe took another step backward. She looked at him in awe and thought 'What is he doing?' He continued with his declaration. "I tell you I'm the devil and you don't believe me. I tell you that you deserve someone better and you don't believe me. I tell you that you are free to go, be without me yet you still don't believe me. I tell you that I am vulnerable around you and you, once again, don't bloody believe me! What is it going to take, Detective? What do I have to do to make you believe me?" His voice was raised but he couldn't be bothered to care. With his face merely inches from hers, he realized that she was now pressed between the glass wall that separated the balcony and the penthouse, and Lucifer's body.
He looked at her face, admiring how soft it was. Chloe's bright blue eyes were beaming back at him. If he examined closer, he could almost see himself in the reflection in her eyes, that is how close they were. She gulped, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes as a way to compose herself. But she wasn't prepared for him.
Lucifer's lips hit her like a tidal wave, yet they were soft like the flows of the bay. The passion behind this move was obvious. She couldn't stop herself from giving in. Chloe returned his kiss, matching the same passion. Their lips studied one another. His hands were by her face at first, but he slowly moved them down to her hips. Her breath hitched in the back of her throat causing her mouth to open. Lucifer took this opportunity to explore her mouth with his tongue, which caused their tongues to now become intertwined. Both pushing and pulling towards each other, this fight for acceptance.
His lips left her mouth and started to work on her jaw. Placing fiery kisses along her neck, he heard a slight moan, and Lucifer swears for a moment it was like he was back in the Silver City. She brought her hands up to his face and forced his mouth on hers again. This time it was softer, he took his time. He wanted to memorize this feeling; this love he felt. He wanted to memorize her. Commit every detail of her plump bottom lip. Almost reading his mind, she pulled back and stared at him. Eyes on eyes, she carefully licked her bottom lip and took it in between her teeth, biting hard enough to leave a mark.
There was this instinct to take his tongue and caress the mark her teeth left but he restrained himself. He created some space in between them and offered her his hand. She leaned her head against the glass door briefly and exhaled. Chloe didn't hesitate before placing her hand in his. His hand felt rough, like the hand of a sailor that had been mending a ship for years. However, it also felt like something familiar, something she never wanted to let go of again. She ran her other hand along the edge of her sweater, that was it. He felt like her sweater, her armor, like safety. Chloe was safe with Lucifer.
It was only a few strides into the penthouse, and they were already at the stairs leading to his bedroom. She was anxious about what this meant, about what they were about to do but before she could let herself run, he turned around. His right hand calmly grazed her face and gazed into her eyes, "Chloe, I want you. I want this but if you are having second thoughts I need to know." She didn't verbally respond, rather she felt actions speak louder, so she reached up and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. She pulled back, opened her eyes, and looked at him once more before slowly nodding.
A slow smile spread across Lucifer's face and he kissed her once more. He reached down and grabbed her thighs. Still holding their kiss, he gently but with force picked her up. Instinctively, Chloe wrapped her legs around his torso and moaned as she felt the two of them come together. Carefully, as to not drop her, he walked up the steps. His king-sized bed was inviting. The globe lights on both end tables were lit and it gave the room a different kind of ambiance. The room just screamed sensual.
As he reached the edge of the bed, he gently placed her feet on the floor. He didn't want to scare her. He was the devil and god only knows what she thinks he is like in bed, or what she has read. So, Lucifer took extra precautions to make sure he didn't scare her off by being too passionate or too assertive. He released her mouth from his and she sighed at the removal. He held the sides of her face with both of his hands and rested his head on her forehead. Pulling back, he left a soft kiss in the middle. Lucifer looked into her eyes once more, searching, waiting for any sign that indicated she wanted out. He didn't find one. Instead, when he investigated Chloe's baby blues, he saw desire, pain, and maybe love. Was it possible?
He was looking at her like an open book, reading every chapter, memorizing every page. He didn't want to forget this moment, ever. Chloe was the one to initiate the next move. She planted a kiss on his lips and rested her hands on his shoulders. He returned her kiss with fierce passion. He pulled her hips close to him, at the same time, he ran his tongue across her bottom lip. This motion caused Chloe to open her mouth, granting his tongue access to the rest of her mouth. She took advantage of this time and turned them around so that Lucifer's back was towards the bed and she was in front of him.
Slowly, to not injure both of them, Chloe interlaced their fingers and pushed Lucifer onto the bed. Chloe straddled his lower half and gave him another passionate kiss. She released his lips instead moved down to his neck. Placing open mouth kisses along his jawline, her fingers began working on removing his black silk shirt. Once she was finally finished undoing the buttons, Lucifer lifted and Chloe maneuvered the shirt off of his arms. Once his shirt was off, she softly guided her fingers down the center of his abdomen until they reached his belt. He stopped her by roughly grabbing her face. His voice came out raspy, "incredible" is all he could manage.
He pulled her mouth back to his. He needed to taste her again. Quickly he turned them over, making himself on top. It was Lucifer's turn to place kisses along her body and he didn't disappoint. His lips moved down her neck, leaving a trail of lust and desire. Her sweater was becoming too hot for her to handle and frankly too bulky. As if Lucifer could read her mind, he placed his hands and the base of her sweater and began to slowly take off the garment. Her breath hitched in the back of her throat once more as his fingers were ever so lightly grazing her abdomen.
Simultaneously, as Lucifer was pulling off her sweater, he was planting tiny kisses along the now exposed skin. Chloe couldn't help but think about how it felt like heaven. Once her shirt was off his lips were back on hers. Her mouth open, tongue searching, and exploring his mouth again. They didn't stay like that for long. His lips left hers and went back to work on her décolletage. Her breasts were decorated with a lace bralette. Looking back at it now, if she would have known this is where she was going to end up tonight, she would have worn something sexier. Although, Lucifer didn't seem to mind the simple lace.
He began to kiss the outside of the bralette, tracing the outline on her skin with his tongue. She was always so warm anytime Lucifer was near her and right now, she was practically on fire. Chloe raised up and rested on her elbows. This gave him better access to the back of her bralette. Swiftly, he reached around and unclasped the back, letting the material fall over her shoulders. His right arm pushed her shoulder back down onto the soft bed below and she exhaled silently. Removing the covering, his mouth was back on her chest.
It started out gentle, but he couldn't control it, the desire. His kisses became more needing as he was mulling over her right breast. The sounds she was making made him silently promise to himself he was never going to let her leave this bed. At first, they were shy moans, she didn't want Lucifer to know the effect he had on her. Her thoughts on the matter quickly changed, when his tongue swirled around her nipple. She couldn't contain the moan of his name that escaped her lips. "Lucifer, please" she whispered. He looked up and found her eyes staring into his own.
He resumed his actions and elicited another delicious moan as he gently bit down on the nipple. Her nipples were hard, and it got him excited to see that he caused this reaction. Lucifer switched his focus to the left breast and started to mimic the same motions as before. Chloe's moans were growing louder. Once he felt her breasts had seen enough of his worship, his lips began leaving a trail of kisses down her small stomach. At the top of her jeans, he glanced up and saw her eyes on his again. He needed to make sure this was okay because once they did this there was never going back. She didn't want to go back, right now, she wanted to stay in the moment with him for the rest of eternity.
She slowly nodded and he lifted back up and planted another kiss on her lips. Never breaking the kiss, his fingers began working on the buttons on her jeans. Finally getting all of them undone, he pulled away from her for just a moment to remove her pants fully. He could now see all of her, barring the thin piece of fabric in between her legs. Lucifer lost his breath for a moment and just stared at her, studying her. Chloe's cheeks were graced by the slightest shade of pink when she noticed him examining her. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable with him gazing at her, but he couldn't stop, she was a "marvel" he breathed. Quickly placing a kiss on her inner thigh, Chloe's head went back on the bed. A breathy moan flew from Chloe's lips.
Lucifer planted open mouth kisses on her right thigh and continued to trace them down the inner part of her leg until he reached her ankle. Then he switched legs duplicated the same motions on her left leg. Beginning with the inner ankle, Lucifer wanted to take his time, draw out her moans, her pleasure, her desire. At last, he reached the matching black lace underwear that covered her. His lips left a gentle kiss over the tiny bow at the top. Her hips arched up to meet his mouth. She looked down at him and he was watching her. Suddenly, she felt an overwhelming sense of empowerment, and pleaded, whispering, "please." Lucifer, never one to disappoint, obliged. Grasping her hips, looping the material around his thumbs, he pulled off the last bit of material on her body.
He leveled himself with her center. She felt Lucifer's breath on her skin and gasped. He dragged his tongue across her slit. In response, Chloe arched her back. Lucifer continued by flicking her clit. His motions were driving her crazy, and he knew it. He kept going, kept sucking, licking, and kissing her spot. She was almost reaching that point and Lucifer could read her well. He didn't stop his motions, instead he kept going while he began working her over with his fingers. It only took a matter of seconds before he could audibly hear her release from her lips. His fingers secured the assumption, when he felt her grip him, he nearly came right that second.
He crawled back up to her lips and looked in her eyes for any sign of regret, he found none. As he kissed her once more, she rolled them over onto his back. That empowerment she felt before was still very prevalent. Kissing his lips, she tasted herself. She tasted, good? Chloe wasn't sure what to make of the newfound discovery, so she left it there to be examined by her mind later. She made her way down his chiseled abdomen leaving sloppy wet passionate kisses all the way down until she reached his belt. Her fingers mindlessly worked to undo the belt. She was overly focused on what she was doing. In an effort to re-center herself, she placed the softest of kisses to his lower stomach just where there was a tiny trail of hair.
Once his belt and buttons were undone, she started pulling down his black slacks. Luckily, these weren't hard to get off so Chloe completed the task quickly. She was back at his lower half now. It was her turn to stare at him. However, she wasn't staring into his eyes but rather at something large before her. She leaned back down and kissed the same spot on his lower stomach as before. A gasp escaped Lucifer's lips as he felt Chloe's finger go under the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers. Pulling down the last thing that separated them, he expected her to gasp, most women did. Chloe wasn't that cliché. Instead, he looked at her and only saw hunger and fascination.
She wasn't shocked at his size, girth, or length; on the contrary, the sight only made her wetter. She could feel herself dripping down her thigh. If she thought about it any normal girl would have been stunned, but Chloe wasn't normal, they weren't normal. They were incredible. She threw his boxers somewhere and then focused her attention back on him. Chloe angled her body down and kissed his inner left thigh then she turned and placed the same kiss on his inner left thigh. "Chloe," Lucifer moaned. She licked up his shaft until she got to the tip. Once she reached the peak, she took him fully in her mouth. His moans were delightful, and it gave her even more pleasure to know it was her causing his reaction. She quickened her motions and his moans got even louder. Suddenly, his hands were on her shoulders causing her to stop.
"If you keep going, I won't be able to hold myself back," Lucifer stated. Her eyes back on his now. She knew he wasn't lying. Lucifer doesn't lie, especially to her, never to her. He guided her face back to his and kissed her. His tongue ran across her bottom lip and tasted the salty salvia that was just on him. She moaned into his mouth. Lucifer moaned back and quickly flipped them. He pulled back to look at her.
"Chloe," he paused. She was breathing heavily. Her lips were red and pink from all the activities and her hair was a mess of curls sprawled along the bed. Lucifer thought she never looked more beautiful than right now.
"Please Lucifer, I want you." What? What did she say? "I need-"Chloe's next sentence was cutoff but Lucifer's lips. He needed her now. He released her mouth and looked one last time in her eyes for any sign that she didn't want this to continue. Chloe knew that was what he needed, he wanted reassurance. She just nodded and smiled.
He kissed her again and lined himself at her entrance. Gently, he pushed into her. They both let out a moan of relief and pleasure. A moan so powerful, Lucifer felt it quintessential to commit to memory. Chloe felt different like something changed within her at that moment, she felt, like she was home. It was silly to think that but that is what it felt like. This feeling, this one moment, was indescribable. Chloe never felt like this with anyone else she had ever been with in her entire life. It was very clear in Lucifer's eyes that he felt the same.
Lucifer lowered his head and kissed the nape of her neck. "Lucifer, please, move." Slowly, he pulled out of her almost all the way. He was gently thrusting into her. Chloe continued to moan and pull at his back and his legs in an effort to get him to move faster. Lucifer didn't want to hurt her. He couldn't have her thinking he was some sort of rough sex partner, who only thought of how it felt for himself. He always made sure his partners enjoyed themselves. But Chloe wasn't just any partner though, she was the partner, she was his.
She grabbed the sides of his face and moved it back, so he was looking into her eyes. "Let go, Lucifer let go." He was confused, but then she raised an eyebrow indicating what she meant. "Please," she whispered. He enveloped her in another passionate kiss.
His thrusts were quicker now. Lucifer began to squeeze her right breast, and this received another moan from her lips. She placed her hands on his back, pulling and squeezing at any part of him she had access to. Gently at first, she began to drag her nails along the sides of his abdomen, near his ribs. His tongue was now in her mouth, but he was also making eye contact with her. He was fucking her, but also so loving her at the same time.
Chloe wanted more control so she carefully flipped them over. She centered herself on top of him and slowly slid back down, back home. Lucifer was wrong, the first moan was wonderful, but this one they shared was award-winning. She needed him and he needed her. While she was riding him, he was constantly showing affection towards her. He was cussing and moaning her name. One of Lucifer's hands was on her breast and the other was now at her clit.
The tension in her stomach was almost boiling over when Lucifer began to stroke her. Her moans took over the room and she lost control of her movement on top of him. He flipped them over, never exiting her, and his hand still rubbing her clit. "Lucifer," Chloe exclaimed as he felt her walls grip him. He continued thrusting, riding out her wave. He leaned down and captured her lips, briefly released them to moan, "Chloe" before climaxing as well.
He peppered her face and mouth with gentle kisses after. Lucifer gently pulled out of her and rolled over as to not crush her. Chloe was laying in his bed, breathing heavily. She looked spent, hell she was spent. He rolled over onto his side and just stared at her. She wasn't looking at him, rather she looked focused on something else, what that was he couldn't tell. In his head, he was rejoicing at the fact that Detective Chloe Decker and the Devil had sex, finally. He had been waiting for this moment for years. His inner moment of happiness ended when he realized she still hadn't said or did anything.
"Chloe?" She turned to look at him and smiled. Chloe draped her arm over his shoulder and turned to face him. He brought his lips to hers. She returned his kiss with a soft smile. Lucifer pulled back and maneuvered the sheets over them so they were covered. It was under the silk sheets that they began to rest their eyes. Chloe's back was against his chest. He began to hear her lightly snore after some time and he finally let himself rest.
The next morning, Lucifer awoke lying on his back on his side of the bed. Shrugging it off as just sleep movement and nothing more he turned over. Facing the other side of the bed, he didn't see Chloe. Odd, maybe she woke before him and decided to make use of his shower prior to work. He got off the bed and tied his red silk robe around his waist. Making his way to the bathroom, he made note that none of her clothes were on the floor. Once again, that would make sense if she was in the shower. He tried not to overthink the situation. Lucifer reached the bathroom and Chloe wasn't there. He checked the closet, still no Detective. Okay, 'Lucifer do not panic', he thought.
Finally entering the main area of the penthouse, she was still nowhere to be seen. "Chloe", he called out. Nothing. He heard nothing. Maybe she left to get breakfast? He walked over to his piano and sat down thinking that he would just wait here for her. That's when he saw it. A piece of paper from Lucifer's stationery was sitting on the keys.
It read, "I'm sorry Lucifer. I can't."