"If all it is, is eight letters.

Why is it so hard to say?

If all it is, is eight letters.

Why am I in my own way?

Why do I pull you close?

And then ask you for space.

If all it is, is eight letters.

Why is it so hard to say?"

- 8 Letters by Why Don't We

Chloe Decker

Blindfolded yet again, I use my senses to my advantage. I don't have to guess where he is taking me anymore, as the salty smell in the air enters my nose, the sand sifts under my shoes and the relaxing sound of the ocean gives away our location.

We're at the beach. Again.

"Lucifer." I say a little too loudly than I intended. "What are we doing here? I'm supposed to be at the precinct right now and you need to tell me what happened when you left me in the evidence room?"

"All in due time. But right now, there is something more important I like you to see." He explains to me as we finally stop. "And this time I promise it's not a box."

Lucifer takes my blindfold off. And I was right. Seeing the ocean in the nighttime is very beautiful. But then I realize that there are dozens if not hundreds of torches scattered around the beach, lightly glowing in the darkness.

And then my eyes land on his slightly tired expression as well as his uneven clothes that he tries to hide from me. Unsuccessfully.

"What happened?" I ask with concern.

"I will tell you everything I assure you, Detective. But right now, you are more important." He sighs and soon begins. "I brought you here to confess something to you."

I patiently wait for him.

"I've come to realize why it's so hard for me to say the words that you want me to say."

Suddenly realizing what he meant, I try to ease him.

"Lucifer..."

"I have never once used those words and not because I don't feel that way about you. I do."

"Then what is it?"

"I..." He looks away for a moment to pause. Eventually dragging his gaze back to me. "I'm scared."

Scared?

"Scared of what?"

"That if I say it. I'll get hurt."

This is the most open he has been about this 'discussion' and I can't help but feel better knowing he's telling me this. But then feeling bad about it for making him say it.

Maybe it is too soon. At least for him.

Lucifer soon continues. "What if something happens to you... I wouldn't be able to live with myself if than happened. Granted you would eventually go to heaven when that happens. But I can never enter that dad for secant place."

Confusion forms onto my face. "Wait. Are you saying you are scared to lose me? When I die?"

"Yes."

"But I'll hopefully end up in heaven."

"Yes."

"What makes you think you can't go back home?"

"Because that's not my home. It never was. You Detective. You are my home."

The corners of my lips tug upwards at his breathtaking statement.

"Lucifer. As flattered, I am to hear you say that. I can't help but to think that there is something else you're afraid of. And I can't believe I am even quoting Michael, but I think you're truly scared to face your father."

He snorts. "Me? Afraid of my father. That's preposterous, Detective."

"No. It's not." I disagree while adding. "It's completely normal to be scared to talk to your parents after a fight, especially when it's been a while."

"Try a couple hundred centuries."

"It's okay to just walk up the front door and say 'hi'."

He soon shakes his head. "I'm afraid my father beat me to it."

Squinting my eyebrows. "Wait. Your dad is in Los Angeles? Lucifer were you even going to tell me that?"

"Yes! But everything happened under a second thanks to Amenadiel's crisis. And then Michael... You know what? Never mind. That's not important."

I don't push the subject any further and I simply get to the point. "Besides all of that. I think you have nothing to worry about. Nothing is going to happen to me or to us. Lucifer. I'm not going to go away or back out of this relationship. And you already know why. So, I think the real question is..." I let out a small breath as my brain reminds me of my wise friend. "Whether you really want me in your life or not."

"Detective. Of course, I do. I want you more than anything."

"And I believe you."

"I-"

Suddenly something that has been in the back of my head gathers my attention. "What's with the torches? There are not even spaced out over the beach properly."

"That was one of the reasons why I brought you here." He says and slips his hands into mine, pulling them to his neck and I automatically wrap them around him. Not at all surprise that he can now effortlessly lean in to kiss me.

Kissing him feels different every time. It's either sweet or passionate, quick or slow, warm or heated, and sometimes he surprises me with all of the above. My hands are still wrapped around his neck when I kiss him. His stubble slightly tickles my face, but I don't mind. The spicy smell of his cologne enters my nose and I take it in. Enjoying every minute, I have with him.

Our kiss ends when we lean our foreheads together. I smile when my nose connects with his, a small laugh even escapes my mouth.

"Oh. How I adore your laughs." Lucifer purrs to me and smiles. "Especially when I'm the reason for it."

Without paying much attention to what his doing, his arm finds the back of my knees and the other wraps around my back, pulling me up into his arms.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Showing you that you have nothing to worry about." Lucifer's wings suddenly appear behind him and in their white featherily glory. I'm still amazed by their beauty.

Lucifer lifts us both up into the night sky, not too high but far enough for me to tense up.

"Easy." He senses my distress and quickly tells me something to occupy my mind. "Look down."

Following his gaze, I gasp out loud to what my eyes have landed on. The strangely scattered torches below us finally make sense to me as the warm yellow glow illustrates a meaning. A word. My name.

C H L O E

My lips tug upwards as I realize what Lucifer had done.

It's beautiful.

"Lucifer. I.." But he doesn't let me finish and I look up to him.

"Since the first time we met, I felt a connection with you the moment you walked into the club. The first time we kissed I finally felt how my lips have ached for yours to kiss me. The first time we had sex..."

"Lucifer."

"What?" He pauses to kiss me and then continues. "You have to admit it was incredible. You are incredible... The first time we solved a case together was so exhilarating that I could not stop myself from becoming your partner."

"I remember. You seduced the captain so you could be my consultant."

"I wouldn't use the word seduce exactly but yes. Being with you, placing criminals behind bars was something that I never knew would be that fulfilling. Even in Hell I didn't feel such excitement and accomplishment as I do now with you. Detective..."

"You don't have to say anything, Lucifer. You have already shown and proven it to me in more ways than one."

"But I need to say it. I meant what I said before. You are my first love. My home. My soulmate." I don't let him speak any further as I crash my lips against his.

That was the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me. And the way he said it makes me realize that I have nothing to worry about. Just like he said. And I know that now.

I don't even notice that Lucifer has brought us back down to the ground. He lets me stand as we break our intimate kiss.

The way he just softly looks at me is enough to make my knees go weak. Suddenly a thought occurs to me from nowhere and I jump at him. Surprising him as I wrap my arms and legs around him, knocking us both into the sandy shore. I can't help but giggle at the predicament.

Lucifer joins me and finally laughs as well. I adjust myself so I can lay on top of his warm self, he's almost like a bonfire in the cold air. Suddenly but slowly, he wraps his wings around us, making a little cocoon.

I chuckle as I watch his face in the darkness, the fire of the torches only giving me enough light to see him. It's funny how his face can change so quickly from serious to mischievous, from sad to hopeful, from happy to lustful and vice versa.

My index finger travels around his features on his face. Starting from his forehead all the way traveling down his jaw line to eventually stop right on his bottom lip. He closes his eyes and lets me wonder around his cheeks, his nose and his closed eyelids.

After a while I'm the one to break the silence. "What are you thinking?" I ask in a whisper.

Lucifer's eyes slowly open and he makes me smile again when his dark radiant pupils pour into my blue ones.

But nothing could surprise me more than the way he said the next words.

"Chloe. I love you."

I don't know why but a single tear escapes my eye at that very moment.

Lucifer reacts by catching it with his thump and wiping it away. "Are you alright?"

I simply nod when I feel his hand on my face. "I love you too, Lucifer." Looking up to meet his gaze as he smiles back at me.

But then my mouth falls open as I see his glowing red eyes. I try to stay calm but then he opens his mouth.

"Don't be alarmed but your eyes. They're glowing." Lucifer says to me.

I let out a laugh. "I was about to say the same thing about you."

He shakes his head. "No. I mean yours are like actually glowing in the dark."

What?

"As are yours, but why mine?" I ask as panic enters my head.

"I don't know."

"Well how do we make it stop?" As if on que, both our eyes calm down. Well there's the answer, I guess. But then Lucifer's wings disappear as well, and he stands up just as fast.

"What the bloody hell?" He says just as surprised. Touching his shoulder and leaning to examine it.

I push myself up as well and eye him curiously.

"What is happening to me?" He asks and then I realize that he didn't have any say in it when his wings disappeared.

"Lucifer."

"First my mojo, then my vulnerability and now my wings?"

And then it suddenly dawns on me. The signs where always there.

"Lucifer."

"What?" He stops fussing and finally turns to me.

"I think..." And I can't believe I'm about to say it or if it's even possible. "I think you're human."

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