Chloe turned into the towering parking garage near the light rail station. She pulled up to the west side of the sparsely populated open-air lot at the top, giving the two a view to kill for of the ocean. She turned the key back, killing the engine as she unlatched her seatbelt.
As the silence drew on, Lucifer slowly turned his gaze her way, one eyebrow quizzically raised. "Deeetectiiive...?" He could see her breathing was heavier than was normal.
"Got a question for you," Chloe said, something different in her tone.
"I'm all ears, Detective," Lucifer replied, sexual Spidey-senses tingling.
"Yes or no?"
"'Yes or no' to what?"
A mischievous grin crept onto Chloe's face. "Pick one. Yes or no," she replied, looking his way, eyes narrowed with an almost predatory expression on.
"Yes."
The moment he said it she was up and out of her seat so quickly it took him completely by surprise. Reaching out for her, he found his grasp bypassed as she dug under the seat between his feet for the slide latch and pushed the seat back as far as it would go. Before he could get his bearings, she planted a hand beside his head on the seat back and went for the latch to release it. A short drop and a sudden stop.
Lucifer started laughing, holding his hands up and away from her. She didn't seem particularly interested in being touched. Where in the Hell... "Oh my! Heeello there..." he quipped when his belt buckle was laid open in less in than two seconds. He braced one foot against the back of the footwell, lifting his hips the moment it seemed helpful. Carefully peeling the last layer away, she popped open the centre console, taking out a small bottle from which she downed a modest amount of a clear gel he assumed was edible.
"Good–!" Lucifer bit down hard on what he was about to say, pressing the back of his head into the seat. The sharp breath he took in came out as wheezing laughter. Lifting his shirt tails up and out of the way with one hand, the other hit the ceiling of the car...
Chloe sat back into her seat, his hand falling away out of her hair and hanging limply by his side. Taking a drink from her water bottle, she tossed a handkerchief over his midsection for some much-needed modesty. "Still with me, over there?" she asked. His head had lolled to the side facing away from her. If she didn't know better, he would've looked half-dead.
Lucifer couldn't help the laughter that came from right down in the belly and moved him from head to toe. "What have I set loose?"
"I'll take that as a vote of confidence." Chloe let her seat recline back enough to rest, looking out over the sun-kissed ocean while he put himself back together.
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