CHAPTER 4

Lucifer manages to catch up with Chloe before she can get away from him. He calls out to her, not exactly sure how much of his conversation with Linda she overheard.

"Detective, wait!"

Chloe stops and turns around, feeling like a kid caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar. But also very curious to find out what explanation he has for her.

"Detective, it's not what you think," he starts.

"So you didn't call your therapist, who also happens to be my friend, to tell her about your freak out because we made out like teenagers in the kitchen?" she answers, her lingering frustration at their shortened moment evident in her voice.

"Okay, so it is what you think."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you freak out?" she completes. "You're the one who has been trying to sleep with me since the beginning and now that I'm on board, you're running away." She looks in his eyes. "What did I do wrong ? Or is it simply because you've finally won the chase?"

"No!" he quickly answers. "You didn't do anything wrong." He pauses. "It's complicated."

"Then uncomplicate it," she simply replies, her tone firm but also gentle. She waits for him to speak but he remains mute. "You owe me this much. I opened up to you and you ran. How do you think I feel right now?" She takes a breath, aware she may have been a bit harsh with him, but now that she'd opened Pandora's box, she simply needed to know. She looks at him, eyes full of tenderness.

Lucifer opens his mouth to reiterate his previous statement, but then Linda's advice flashes through his mind. "Schrödinger's cat… Well, here goes nothing."

"What?"

"Maybe we should get a bit of privacy for this, just in case." He walks towards their private quarters. "You should sit down for this," he adds once she's joined him upstairs. "And you'll probably need this as well." He hands her a glass of bourbon and empties the one he poured for himself to get some liquid courage.

"Lucifer, what is going on?" she asks, worried, as she sits down.

"You know how I never hid my devilish identity from you," he starts.

"Lucifer," she says, not in the mood for another of his metaphors. Apparently, her definition of "uncomplicate" and Lucifer's seem very different.

"What if I had proof?" he interrupts her.

"Alright," she slightly smiles. "Do I need to shoot you again?"

"Please don't," he replies, all forms of amusement gone from his features. "It's better if I show you," he finishes.

He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and reopens them. Chloe blinks a few times as if to make sure what she saw was real.

"Lucifer, your eyes…" She finally talks after what feels like an eternity to the Devil. "Your eyes…," she repeats as her brain attempts to reconcile what she just saw and what she's been taught all these years. "So you really are the actual devil?" she finally admits aloud.

"I am indeed," Lucifer replies, not sure how to interpret her reaction.

"So that flash I saw in the broken mirror before I shot you was real?"

"It was." " So far she remains relatively sane, so this is a good thing ". He tells himself.

"So all of it is true," she adds, more for her benefit than his. She pauses to look back into his eyes, which are now back to their usual brown colour. "Can I see it?" She feels the need to see him fully to make sure her brain isn't playing tricks on her. "I mean, can I see your face?"

Lucifer doesn't reply as he knows he can't really refuse her request, even though he wished he could. But the box has been opened, and there isn't much of a choice left for him. He nods and in a blink his face changes to a bright, red, burnt flesh. He remains like this for what seems the time span of a century - but it lasts less than fifteen seconds - before he switches back to his human appearance. Chloe stays perfectly still as he looks into her eyes in search of anything that would invalidate his fears that she would reject him. He takes a step towards her and this frees her from her trance. Chloe moves back out of reflex and a deep hurt crosses his eyes.

"Detective," he starts, not sure where to go from here.

"I need some air," she simply replies before she exits the room, much like he did a few moments ago.

Lucifer remains silent, having seen this type of reaction one time too many. However, the fact that the Detective is the one concerned cuts him deeper than any demon daggers ever could. He helplessly watches her open the door and leave. A part of him is broken by her rejection, a part of him also relieved that the other shoe finally dropped to confirm his theory that he isn't worthy of her. Once the blonde woman is out of sight, he grabs the bottle he brought with him and finishes it before he throws it into the mirror on the wall, the proximity of the Detective allowing him to feel the numb alcohol-induced effect as the golden liquid flows down his throat. However, his pain is quick to resurface and he lets out a deep growl as he looks at himself, disgusted by his reflection in the now broken mirror. Chloe hears Lucifer's scream as she's about to close the front door and his pain pierces right through her. After a moment of hesitation, she finally steps out and welcomes the fresh air on her face, as well as the silence around her.

She starts to walk around the block, aimlessly, as her brain desperately tries to compute what had happened. Then out of the fog her mind is currently in, she recalls Lucifer called Linda before he revealed himself to her and from what she understood, she was the one to advise him to show himself. Could this mean that Linda has somehow been in the know all this time, or did she just indulge his fantasies as most people did? She connects the dots and decides to call Linda to confirm her suspicions. The therapist answers almost immediately.

"Chloe."

"Did you know?" Chloe asks straight away, not bothering with any form of politeness. "Did you know?" she repeats as Linda remains silent.

"I take it, he showed you?"

"Did you know?" she asks for the third time.

"I did."

"How is this possible?" Chloe continues, Linda's answer barely registering. "I mean…," she tries as panic rises.

"Chloe!" Linda says. Her sharp tone is enough - for now - to stop Chloe's growing fear and get the focus back on her voice. "Breathe in." She waits to hear Chloe follow her instructions. "Breathe out." A pause again. "And in, and out, and in, and out." When Chloe sounds calmer, Linda resumes. "Now tell me what happened," she asks just for the sake of it as she knows what happened, but her expertise leads her to let Chloe explain what happened in her own words.

"He showed me his face." The Detective simply shares.

"I know it can be overwhelming, trust me on this."

"Linda, he is the actual devil!"

"I know." Her voice is soft and understanding.

"How can you be okay with this? He's the origin of all evil, the Prince of Lies, I mean have you ever read the Bible?" Chloe continues, at the brink of panic again.

"I wasn't for a while," she admits. "But I pulled through and so will you, Chloe."

"How?" she replies. "I care for him, but I'm not sure I can ever be okay with this."

"Maze was the one to pull me back." Linda can hear Chloe's nervous chuckle. "Actually it was our friendship that brought me back."

"Oh shit!" Chloe says. "Maze is a freaking demon!"

"Chloe!" Linda interrupts her before she can lose her footing again. "Remember to breathe." Once Linda is confident Chloe has digested most of the news, she challenges Chloe a bit. "Chloe..."

"Yes?"

"The real question you need to ask yourself is, whether you are ready or not to have him out of your life." Linda expects Chloe to contradict her, but the Detective remains silent. "He has never lied to you and has never hidden who he truly is from you. Has he ever endangered you?"

"No," Chloe agrees as she recalls the various times he even endangered his life to help her, despite his newly found vulnerability.

Linda can feel something shift in the way Chloe replies to her. "Do you want him to be part of your life?" she asks again.

"I think I do," Chloe whispers.

"Then you know what to do." Linda lets out a relieved sigh. "It might take some time to cover it all, but I'll be here whenever you need to, and I'm sure he'll be more than happy to answer all of your questions. Just keep an open mind. Remember he's still the Lucifer you've known all this time, no matter what."

Chloe remains silent as the truth finally dawns on her. And a weight is lifted off her chest. "Thank you, Linda."

"You're more than welcome, Chloe." She hesitates. "Are you sure you're going to be okay?"

"I think so," Chloe replies, still not fully confident, but at least willing to give it a try.

"Alright. Call me if you need anything," Linda adds.

"I will," she says before she hangs up.

Once Chloe reaches the house, she has no idea how much time passed since she left and feels anxious as her hand squeezes the handle, half expecting him to be gone by now, and not sure how he is going to welcome her. She finds him sitting on the sofa in the common area, eyes staring into nothingness in front of him, a lingering sadness visible in his stance, even in the dim light.

"Lucifer?" she asks softly.

He turns his head, not sure if any of this was real, or if it was another one of the imagined come-backs of Chloe. "Detective?" His voice is tentative. He blinks a few times. "Are you truly here?"

"Yes." She walks towards him, but this time he's the one to step away from her. "After all, we still have a sting to complete." She gives him a small smile, as she tries to lighten the mood. "I had to get away for a while, get some air to process it all."

"Detective," he starts as his eyes search hers, but he still keeps his distance. "That side of me - my monstrous side - you saw is NOT all that I am."

"I know, I talked to Linda and…," she stops suddenly as the front door flies open and a drunken Ella stumbles in.

"Guys!" Ella exclaims. "I had the best night in a very long time." She looks at Lucifer, then at Chloe, then back at Lucifer. "You know what? I met our contact tonight and he introduced me to the rest of the group. I'll meet them again tomorrow so they can," Ella raises her fingers to air quote the next word, "test me."

"That's great news, Miss Lopez!" Lucifer replies, happy to get the focus off him for now. He stands up and looks at the two women. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go to bed," he finishes.

Ella watches him head to his room, puzzled. "Am I interrupting anything again?"

"No," Chloe lies. "But Lucifer is right, it's late and we should go to sleep." She walks to the kitchen to get a big glass of water. "And you need to sleep it off and drink a lot of water if you don't want to regret it tomorrow."

"Sure." Ella winks at Chloe. "See you tomorrow," she finishes and she heads for her room too.

Chloe joins him upstairs once she made sure Ella was okay and had drunk her water fully. She carefully opens the door, still not sure what to make of Lucifer's reaction when she came back. She doesn't know what to expect - to be honest - but she certainly didn't plan on him distancing himself from her. She catches him, his back to her pulling his pyjama bottoms on. She walks over and puts her hand on his forearm. He jumps and almost jerks away from her touch. Chloe reaches for him again.

"Lucifer talk to me, please."

"What is left to say, Detective?" He looks at her and she can see his hurt. "You saw who I really am and couldn't handle it, just like everyone else." His voice is full of pain.

"That's not true."

He smirks as he recalls her leaving the room only a couple of hours ago. "So this won't bother you then," he replies, burnt flesh showing again. Except for this time, he shows her not only his face but his upper body as well, to scare her away and to confirm his fears.

Despite her best effort, she still moves back from him as she sees his scars and burns.

"Just what I thought," he says as he switches back to his glamoured form.

He slips into bed, his back to her, signalling the end of the conversation.

Chloe understands the message loud and clear and decides to not push the issue any further. She prepares herself for bed. She gets under the covers, one last look at him before she turns around, the tiniest hope that this could change for the better in the days to come. At least despite what happened, he still accepted to share the same room - and bed - with her.

Strangely enough, Chloe's night was very peaceful. Moreover, at some point during her sleep, she made her way to his side of the bed and managed to snuggle beside him. As the Devil wakes up and feels her warm body against his, he needs to double-check his mind isn't dreaming again. When he's confident that she's really there, he doesn't have the heart to wake her, nor to move away from her. His inside battle must have somehow triggered something in the Detective's mind, because she slowly wakes up as well, taking in her surroundings.

As Chloe sees his big brown eyes staring back at her, full of tenderness, she fully realises that Linda was right when she told her the way to accept him fully was simple. And right now, all she wants is him, no matter which one of his faces he wears. She stares a bit longer into his eyes, trying to figure out what was going through his head as his face remains unreadable. She can see the tenderness from earlier, but also pain, doubt, and a flash of hunger, as she licks her lips and his eyes drop to her mouth. She smiles at him.

"Good morning," she says, trying to get him to stop thinking.

She comes closer to him, silently telling him that she didn't change her mind overnight and that she is still here, despite all that happened. Of course, she has a zillion questions to ask, but there would be time later for this. Right now, the most important thing is to make him understand that she wasn't afraid anymore. She moves carefully and feels him stiffen as she comes closer. However, he doesn't pull away - yet - almost as if he were afraid to break the moment. She presses her lips to his cheek, softly at first before following his jawline until she reaches his lips. Lucifer remains immobile. Her first kiss is light at first, barely touching, but when she understands he isn't going to pull away, she presses with more force onto his lips. She feels him respond to her after a couple of seconds. Her free hand follows his toned abs and torso until it rests on his neck to pull him closer to her. Lucifer brings his hands to rest on her lower back to pull her flush against his body. But just as suddenly as it started, it stops and Lucifer moves away. The Detective looks back at him, wondering what happened and she barely has the time to see his eyes flash red before he closes them and turns away from her. When he finally looks back, his pupils are back to their usual colour and his typical Lucifer smile is back on.

"I…," he starts, trying to figure out how Chloe could possibly still be here and fully sane. "We should get up, it's," he looks at his phone, "almost 8:30. And we have a case to solve."

He stands without waiting for Chloe's reply and heads for the bathroom to get ready. Chloe lets out a very frustrated sigh as she faces one of her most serious cases of blueterus, and they had only made out once last night and kissed for a couple of minutes this morning. " Is this how he felt each time I teased him? " she quickly wonders. She grabs a pillow and groans into it as she decides to get her head out of the gutter and get up. She heads downstairs to get some coffee while Lucifer finishes his morning routine. She finds Ella is already up and reading a file.

"Hey," she greets the brunette. "How are you feeling? You were pretty done last night."

"Hey," Ella looks at her coffee mug. "Yeah, sorry about that by the way, and thank you for the glass of water and aspirin on my nightstand."

"We've all been there, right?" she jokes.

"Indeed," she looks a bit ashamed. "I didn't interrupt anything last night, did I? Are you and Lucifer alright? I don't remember much but he seemed a bit off."

"Hum, hum," Chloe replies, non-committal.

"Decker, what happened?"

"Nothing."

"Come on, spill it!" Ella says. "You know I'm going to find out anyway."

Chloe turns her head to the stairs to check for Lucifer before she starts talking again, almost glad Ella brought it up because she needed to share her thoughts with someone, and given Linda already slept with Lucifer, she didn't feel like the therapist was the best option for this, although, she could have been since she had already… Chloe slaps herself mentally to focus.

"Promise not to freak out," she first says, but Ella's smile says all she needs to know. "Yesterday, Lucifer and I made out in the kitchen after you left, but it didn't go any further. He had a phone call to make."

"A phone call?" Ella asks, not believing Lucifer would ever let go of Chloe for a freaking phone call.

"Yes. It was an important one," Chloe says. "But anyway, this morning we kinda headed in the same direction but he stopped it, again." Chloe pauses for a second as she watches Ella's smile go even wider. "Each time it gets the tiniest bit intense, he pulls away."

"Are you sure we're talking about the same Lucifer and not some weird alien copy of him? The same Lucifer who has been set on getting you into his bed ever since I've known him?"

"Yes, I'm talking about the same one, which is why I'm at loss." Chloe drums her fingers on the counter. "I can clearly see he wants to but, it's like each time he builds this impenetrable wall around him and I can't get through." She checks the stairs again. "How do I get him to let me in, to make him understand that I accept who he is?"

"I'm not sure what you're talking about in that last part, because he is Lucifer, and I have never seen him doubt himself. Although he does have layers." Ella winks at Chloe. "From what you told me, and what I've seen, he is totally into you." She comes closer to Chloe. "So all you need to do is to turn on the Decker charms," she pauses, but when Chloe doesn't reply, she continues, "seduce him."

"I understood that part, Ella," Chloe confirms. "But how do you seduce someone who's had aeons of experience, seen it all AND slept with God knows how many women and men?"

"Come on Chloe, you could be wearing a biohazard suit that he would still find you attractive."

"Yet, he walked away, twice," She answers.

"He has the hots for you, Chloe, trust me on this." Ella comes a bit closer to Chloe. "If he doesn't want to make the first move, then you gotta take the lead."

"Talking about anyone I know, Miss Lopez?" Lucifer interrupts before Chloe can say anything.

"Just sharing our nights," Ella quickly replies.

"Very well," he simply acknowledges, not sure how much of their night Chloe shared. "Anyone want a cup of coffee?" he asks to avoid an awkward silence.

To his utter surprise, his diversion works and the rest of their breakfast is rather enjoyable, the three of them back into known territories, Ella acting as the perfect buffer for the tension between them. About an hour later a knock on the door breaks their conversation.

"I'll get it," Lucifer says as he stands up. He faces Jet as he opens the door.

"Ellaine, I believe this is for you."

"Jet, Hi!" Ella says as she joins Lucifer. "What are you doing here? I thought we were supposed to meet the rest of the Circle later on."

"Yeah," Jet starts, "they kinda moved the meeting earlier today, like in thirty minutes. They usually do that for security measures to avoid anyone setting up plans to discover them."

"Okay." She turns to Chloe and Lucifer. "This is Jet, we met at the party and as it turns he works for…"

"Jet and I met last night. He was looking for you but since you were at the party, he thought," " he would hit on the Detective," Lucifer adds in his mind, not to fond of that specific moment. "Never mind," he finally says. He looks at Jet in a distrustful way. "Anyway, nice of you to drop by. Bye Nerdy Boy!" Lucifer adds as he closes the door to Jet's face.

"Dude! What the Hell is wrong with you!" Ella tells Lucifer. "Jet is my golden ticket to the Circle." She looks at Chloe. "I'll meet you back here after lunch. In the meantime, why don't you go snoop around some more?"

"Alright," Chloe says. "Be careful and update us regularly."

"I will," Ella confirms before she reopens the door.

"Sorry about my godfather, he can be a bit too much sometimes, but he's nice."

"Come on let's go, they're waiting for us," Jet simply says, looking at Lucifer one last time.

Once the door closes, Chloe walks away from Lucifer, Ella's words still ringing in her ears. She clears her throat. Lucifer turns to her.

"Well, I guess I better go and get dressed if we plan to sneak around this neighbourhood," she says, her fingers opening the lace that held her pyjama bottoms in place on her hips.

Lucifer's eyes are almost immediately glued on her fingers but he doesn't move.

"Good idea," he says after a few seconds of staring. "I'll be here, rereading things while you get ready."

Chloe rolls her eyes at his unexpected behaviour. Never in a million years did she think that she would be the one to seduce him. But now that she'd tasted the Devil, she didn't want to go back, she wanted more, and not only from a physical point of view, she also wanted the emotional intimacy with him. But she figured that Lucifer being Lucifer, it would be easier to make him understand what she meant if she lets her actions do the talking and uses a language he is already familiar with - rather than try and talk his ears off when he isn't willing to listen to her. She smiles as a plan forms in her mind and as she knows she is about to begin a very fun game, with a very sexy player.

She picks her clothes for the day with great care, her plan in mind. She settles for the specific sundress he showed her the day before.

She stops for a moment as she recalls it had only been a day since she started this sting and she chuckles at how fast things evolved - how she had changed - even though she kinda always knew that once she jumped in, she'd never want to get out.

Before she fully settles on the dress she put aside, she swifts through the rest of her clothes and hesitates for a moment with her usual jeans and shirt as she somehow still doubts herself. She finally picks the casual red and white sundress with ethnic patterns. As she looks at her in the bathroom wall mirror, she realises Lucifer picked indeed a dress that highlighted her assets very well. She decides to let her hair partly free, instead of her usual ponytail, and finishes the outfit with a pair of low heels sandals and a small handbag.

As she walks down the stairs, she doesn't miss Lucifer's gaze on her as he takes in the tiny straps on her shoulder and the hem of the dress, that lands just a couple of inches above her knee. The fabric is light and slightly transparent, which reveals her long legs and underwear lines but still leaves a lot to the imagination. Lucifer doesn't say anything and reluctantly moves his eyes away from her. He grabs his jacket.

"Shall we go snoop, Darling?" he asks, back into his character in a blink.

"Yes," Chloe replies.

They walk around for about an hour or so. Chloe takes this opportunity to strengthen the map she built of their surroundings the day before. She's happy to notice that she remembers a lot from their first walk. To her surprise, they talk quite a lot, about everything and nothing at the same time, almost like two old friends. Chloe hesitates a couple of times to ask him some of the questions that formed in her mind, but she figures it might be still a bit early and she didn't want to ruin the good mood that had settled between them. There would be other times to ask him about his origins and all that this included. As they near the end of their exploration - for now - Chloe realises she got thirsty along the way. She sees the common dining/entertainment building right at the corner, as they have about thirty to forty minutes before they reach their house. She swiftly turns around and heads there. Lucifer is surprised by her sudden change of direction.

"Is everything alright?" he asks as he follows her into the glass building.

"Yes." She looks around the area and finally heads to the kitchen corner. "I just got thirsty and thought I would grab a drink quickly here before we head back."

Given the time, the place is empty but may get crowded later on as lunchtime draws closer. Lucifer leans on the wall near the main pillar of the room, his stance fully relaxed, one hand in his pocket, an involuntary cocky grin on his face, or is Chloe just imagining things? Chloe opens the handbag she took with her.

"Shit," she exclaims. "I forgot to take my purse with me."

"What would you do without me, I wonder," he jokes as he reaches for his other pocket to get his cash.

However, his joke doesn't earn him the expected eye-roll from the Detective. Instead, she walks towards him, eyes following his arm from shoulder to the hem of his pocket.

"What would I do without you indeed," she replies, as her hand dips in his pocket to reach for the money, taking a detour by his inner thigh. "But if you lend me the needed dollar, I'm sure I can repay you, somehow," she adds, her eyes glued to his darkened pupils, lips turning into a sultry smile.

Lucifer doesn't look away from her, nor does he move as he feels her hand purposefully gliding along his thigh in his pocket. His brain goes into overdrive as he replays all what happened before this moment. It seems that despite all that she had seen, she wanted him for real. If there is one thing the Devil knows, it's desire, and he now realises that she not only wants him, but is also seducing him.

"Detect…," he catches himself, part of his brain somehow still aware they are supposed to be a couple. "Darling."

"Yes?" she asks innocently.

"What are you doing?"

"Just getting some money to get some water. I am rather thirsty ," she replies, fully aware of her double meaning.

"Are you now?" he banters, self doubt giving way for his usual flirty Devil. "You're aware you're playing with fire, Darling?"

"Am I?" She comes so close to him that Lucifer can almost feel the heat of her skin through her light dress. "What happens if I get burnt then?"

Lucifer doesn't reply but finally gives into his desire after having restrained himself for so long - according to his devilish scale. He crashes his lips to hers, and for the third time in less than a full day, they find themselves making out like two highschool kids. Lucifer's hands easily find their way to her butt and he lifts her until she sits on the counter, much like the night before. His lips trail along her neck and she pushes his jacket off to have some room to work on his buttons. His hands slip under her dress and rest at the hem of her underwear. Chloe moans as she feels his fingers so close to where she wants him, both completely lost in each other and forgetting their surroundings.

Somewhere in Chloe's mind the thought of how she went from resisting him for months to wanting to feel him against her this much pops up again but is quickly pushed back into her subconscious for later perusing. She feels his hands grip her hips until he stills completely. She can hear his intake of breath but before she can say anything, a voice interrupts them.

"Can you please get a room?" the angry voice says. "This is supposed to be a public area."

Chloe blushes slightly but still, to her surprise, she doesn't push Lucifer away. "How about we get back to the house to continue our discussion?" she whispers.

Lucifer swallows hard and smiles. "After you, Love," he answers and reluctantly lets her go as he helps her to her feet before he picks up his jacket from the floor. This new side of the Detective is very interesting, now all he has to do is to get himself back in check and let his experience take over.

Chloe avoids their intruder's eyes on her way out, still a bit flushed at being caught. Lucifer follows her quickly, a weird feeling as he passes the techie but too caught up in his head to give it any further thought for now. As they both walk in silence for a good part of the way towards their temporary place, Chloe grabs Lucifer's arm again before he can build his walls back up. He stops walking and turns to the Detective.

"What's happening, Lucifer?" she asks, eyes soft.

"Nothing. We just got interrupted. I guess I just feel a bit… frustrated," he finishes.

" You and me both, " Chloe mentally adds. "I'm not talking about this moment," she finally decides to answer. "I'm talking about why you pull away or freak out each time we get too close."

"I…," he starts.

"And remember, you don't lie." She notices he avoids her gaze. "You clearly want this as much as I do, so what's the issue?" She pauses, as her doubts resurface. "Is it me? Something I did?" she asks for the second time. "Because if it is, then you can tell me, I'm a big girl," she continues when he doesn't reply. "I mean you literally have aeons of experience, am I not enough for you?" she continues, as her doubts get the better of her well-laid plan to seduce him.

"It's not you." He quickly replies. "Believe me when I say that all my conquests don't hold a candle to what we just did. And we kept our clothes on, so that's saying something."

"Then what is it!" she requests, her tone tender. "Talk to me Lucifer."

He clears his throat. "Each time we've been," he pauses and looks for the right word, "close, my other self tries to break through and I'm not sure I can keep it under control." He continues to walk while he talks to her. "I'm not sure, but I don't want you to see it again, especially in this setting." He looks at her. "I may have a lot of experience, but this has never happened to me before. I mean, I'm Lucifer Morningstar, Master of Desires, and with you, it seems like all is brand new and different. I feel like Lucifer Morningstar, Apprentice of whatever this is," he adds, a bit frustrated both from what happened and from his lacking grasp over the situation. He sees a weird look in her eyes. "It's the good kind of different, but still new, and I don't want to" " screw this up before it even started, " he adds in his head before he continues, "show you more than you should have to see," he finishes.

"I'm not going to lie, it might be a bit weird if your Devil side popped out during this specific moment," she quickly continues as she sees Lucifer starts to pull away. " But it's okay if it does. I'm not scared." She smiles. "To be completely honest, I don't think I ever was, even after the first time I saw you in this form. I've known you for too long to think you'd be just the Evil they say you are. I think I just wasn't ready to accept it all, because it is a lot to take in, and I needed space to clear my head and process it all." She squeezes his hand. "Even if you don't want to admit it, this is part of who you are, and what kind of partner would I be if I only accepted a couple of layers, right?"

He chuckles at her reference to his onion joke. "So you're sure you're not afraid?"

"Nope," she answers.

Lucifer looks like he still doubts her. Chloe decides to challenge him a bit. She looks around before she replies.

"Show me again." However her tone isn't harsh, but filled with care. When he doesn't change, she smiles at him again. "And I have to give credit to Linda. She helped me a lot, though. You were right to trust her. Although I can't believe she knew and never told me," she says.

"Would you have believed her?"

"Probably not," she admits as they reach the door. She turns to him once they're inside. "But to be totally honest, the couple of times I've seen your red eyes, I found them hot," she says, aware of her bad pun, but still trying to lighten the mood after their conversation. "But if you want to take it slow until you can get it back under control because it makes you uncomfortable, I can wait." She adds, in earnest. "I mean I have made you wait long enough, it'd be very bad mannered of me to.."

He stops her rambling and kisses her fiercely as all she had said to him in the last minutes sink in. He pins her against the closed door, hands roaming her upper body and thighs. Chloe smiles under his lips.

"So no waiting then?" she whispers.

He lets go of her lips and simply smiles at her, pupils fully blown by his pent-up desire. He leads her slowly towards the couch. Chloe turns them over at the last minute, and reverses the control for now, their lips still on each other as if glued. She straddles his hips, dress riding up her thighs to stop just below her ass. She grinds down on him, his arousal abundantly clear underneath her. Lucifer can't help the groan escaping his throat as he feels her wanting and hot against him. Chloe feels the Devil relax under her spell the more it continues, although still holding back somehow. She first removes his jacket and sends it flying somewhere in the living room behind her, then slowly opens his shirt, one button after the other, with intent. Lucifer slips his hands under her dress until they rest on her hips. Each time a button goes off, Chloe drops a kiss on his skin, enjoying the discovery of his body.

She soon finds herself kneeling between his legs as the last button pops open. She smiles and slowly comes back up, fingers trailing his sides and torso as Lucifer throws his shirt somewhere near his jacket. To his disappointment, Chloe stands up and takes the slightest step away from him. He subconsciously checks his face with his hands to see if it slipped through without his knowledge, but he remains unchanged. Chloe quickly reassures him and comes close to his ear.

"Why don't we take this upstairs?" she whispers as she takes his hand. Lucifer stands up almost as if hypnotised by her. She lets go of his fingers and walks towards their apartment She pushes the straps of her dress down her shoulders. In a blink, and faster than humanly possible, Lucifer is at his lover's side and scoops her up in his arms to walk them upstairs, the sundress forgotten in the middle of the steps. Chloe wraps her legs around his hips, more out of reflex than to support herself, as he already proved his strength many times over. The climb up the stairs would have been a challenge for anyone else but the Devil. He kicks the door open as they reach their private space and closes it shut with his foot, his hands - and lips - never leaving Chloe. He drops the blonde woman with practised ease on the bed, his tall frame towering over her. Chloe takes Lucifer by surprise and flips him over so that she's now on top of him. She moves her hands around his body and memorises him. Once she's content with her upper exploration, she slowly unclips his belt buckle, fingers carefully avoiding his bulge. He twitches slightly and chuckles.

"I see you like to be on top, not that I'm surprised. You've always been so bossy at work," he says, his breath a bit heavier now, but more than happy to let her take the lead.

"Well, to be honest, it's not every day you get to top the Devil himself," she banters, fingers barely grazing over his erection as she slowly drags the zipper down.

Lucifer helps her and lifts his hips off the bed as she drags the rest of his suit down, breath now hot on him on her way up. He takes in a sharp breath as he sees her eyes.

"Incredible," he softly says.

"My thoughts exactly," she whispers, as she comes back to his side, to catch his lips again in a languorous kiss, all shyness dropped with her dress along the way. He responds to her immediately, tongues dancing with each other as Lucifer gets rid of her bra easily. He turns her over so she's now under him, and takes a bit of control back.

Chloe lets out a sigh as he finally reaches for her breasts. As it appears, the Devil also likes to be in control, but Chloe is too raptured in her pleasure to share this thought for now. Her brain stores it somewhere for later use. She feels Lucifer's lips trail down her neck, before he rests on her pulse point, leaving the faintest trace of a hickey there , then he moves down to replace his fingers on her nipple. He lingers there for a moment, nibbling at her very sensitive pebble, before he switches to the other one to give it the same treatment. Chloe voices her delight a bit louder this time and Lucifer smiles against her skin. He may have been out of his element for a while, but it is like riding a bike and now that he got back on it, he is the best he can be. Just like she did, he continues the discovery of her skin. He traces patterns around her stomach and belly button, his tongue hot against her already flushed skin. He pauses at the hem of her panties, just in case. But when she simply tangles her fingers in his hair, he slowly pulls them down her slim legs until he drops an almost chaste kiss on the top of her left foot as he finally removes the undesired garment for good.

He makes his way back up, feather-light kisses that set her skin on fire as he makes a mental map of every single reaction he gets from her. He spends some time on her inner thighs, always inching closer, and yet not enough. Chloe tries to guide him to where she now needs him, more than wants him. But he simply smiles and avoids her mound to ever so lightly bite at her hip bone instead. Chloe's sighs and moans are now a lot louder and he can even make out a small frustrated groan as he keeps avoiding her most sensitive area. When he takes too long for her taste, she stirs him - not so gently now - to where she craves more friction and contact. Lucifer relocates one of his hands to her right breast - which from his first tests seemed to be the most responsive one - while his other comes to rest on her lower stomach to keep her grounded on the bed.

"Lucifer, please…," she finally pleads when it gets too much - or in this case - too little.

Chloe can feel his content smile on her skin but is too far gone to make him pay for his cockiness now. He lingers a bit right above her centre, while his index teases her just the slightest. He feels a surge of pride as he feels her excitement at the tip of his finger. He waits for a couple more seconds before he can't resist the pull of her heat anymore, and he finally tastes her for the first time. His movements are a bit tentative at first until he finds out what she likes most. Compared to other women who handed him their cue points on a platter, he actually needed to guess for a bit before he found the actual spot that makes her lose it - even more than she already had.

As he finds just the right pressure on her clit, Chloe lets out a louder moan. He chuckles, his chest would have puffed out had he been standing instead of being on his knees. Chloe tugs at his hair as she feels his small laugh but all is soon drowned into another one of her moans. He drops the hand that plays with her nipple as he feels her climb higher and higher. He slowly parts her lips to push his middle finger in, slowly at first, but as he feels Chloe melting under his attention, he can't help but speed up his tongue lapping and nibbling at her clit to prolong her delight. Her hips arch off the bed but his forearm maintains her against it. He swiftly adds a second digit and keeps her walking the plank for a couple of minutes. Part of him considers teasing her and denying her a bit longer, but the noises she now makes, as well her fists grabbing the sheet and her body thrashing against him convince him to push her over the edge.

He realises that she's about as desperate as he is. He rubs a couple more times that spot on her inner walls and applies just the tiniest bit more pressure on her clit and Chloe free falls, bucking her hips against his lips as he helps her ride her orgasm. Once she stills he finally lets go of her body and lets her come back to her senses. He briefly wipes his face on the sheet before he finally levels with her face and kisses her deeply. Chloe responds to him immediately, already feeling the flame he lit in her reignited by a simple kiss. She lays on her back, boneless as he lets go of her, fingers lazily drawing various patterns on her lower stomach.

"Lucifer, that was…"

"Incredible?" he completes, amazed himself, but also now that his brain is not fully concentrated on his Detective, feeling his temporary set aside desire for her, come back full force.

"Yeah, it was." She takes in his grin and darkened eyes. "Stop being so cocky!" she jokes.

"You have no idea, Love," he replies.

Before he can continue, and start his I-told-you-so monologue about how good he is, she pushes him back on the bed, fingers pressing down on his cock, teasing him. He inhales sharply. She bites his earlobe and lets a trail of open-mouthed kisses down his throat.

"How about I wipe that cocky grin off your face." She slowly moves her hand up and down his length over his briefs. "You're not the only one with skills," she teases as the Devil closes his eyes at the very needed friction.

He doesn't reply in words to her question but simply groans. Chloe takes this as a good sign and continues her way along his body, much as he did hers. Once she decides she's had enough fun, she finally pays more attention to his most neglected area so far and slowly brings the last barrier of clothing down his legs. Lucifer's grin falters as he feels her hot breath nearer and nearer, his body rising off the bed in an attempt to seek her out. But she moves back and whispers to him as she grips his erection to continue her up and down movement, only this time faster and more firmly as she did before. "Told you I'd wipe it off," she says before she comes back down and takes him in-between her lips.

As Lucifer feels her around him, his eyes shoot open and he locks his gaze with her, a faint red glow visible behind his pupils. She tries a few different speeds and pressure levels until Lucifer tightens his fingers in her hair, then she knows she found the perfect one. Her hand matches her rhythm and completes the motion of her mouth. Her second hand scratches him on his chest, paying special care to his nipples in turn, which he seems to enjoy very much. When she brings her hand down to play with his balls, she feels his stomach flinch as the pleasure builds within him. The Devil - to his surprise - is now rendered almost speechless by a simple - no matter how well conducted - blowjob, and this never happened before, and certainly not over such a short time. He can feel himself nearing his downfall, and uses his last brain cells at his disposal to warn the siren between his legs about it. He slightly pulls at her hair and groans, but Chloe gets the message. She stops for a moment, a whimper escapes his lips at the loss of contact, she takes him in again with increased speed, one of her hands applies pressure on his perineum as he climbs higher and higher. As she continues to push him towards the edge, she resists the urge to bring the hand wrapped around his cock to touch herself as she feels a new wave of pleasure the more his increases. Chloe can feel his stomach contracts more and more and his breathing is now ragged. The only sounds coming out of his mouth are deep moans as he lets go of everything. He finally comes undone under her ministrations, for the first time in ages, face flushed, breath battered.

Chloe's grin probably mirrors the one he had minutes ago. As she comes up to his face, she faintly sees his eyes regain their natural brown, but it doesn't seem like his skin changed though. He looks back at her and his head falls back on the mattress as he enjoys his post-orgasm state. After a short while, he smiles.

"Feel free to wipe any grin off my face any time, Darling," he jokes. His eyes turn dark as Chloe slightly slaps him on his chest for his bad joke. "Ready for round two?"

"Already?" she answers, truly surprised, but not as much as when she feels him growing hard again against her thigh.

"Lucky for you, it seems that my mortality around you doesn't affect my devilish stamina." He nips her on her pulse point and Chloe moans.

She smiles cheekily at him. "Prove it," she challenges him. "So far I haven't seen anything that extraordinary."

Her words have the expected effects on the Devil and a wolfish grin comes on his face. "Is that so, Detective?" he replies, using her title on purpose. "Well, it will be my pleasure to prove you wrong," he finishes as he grabs a condom, not fully sure about the extent of his mortality around her.

He entertains the idea to let her wait a bit more and teases her for a bit, but as he feels her pushing against him, he decides to skip this for now. He settles between her legs, eyes burning this moment as he slowly - and finally - enters her. He stills for a bit and lets her adjust to him. Despite her evident eagerness, he still is way above average. When he feels her relax around him he moves gently at first, revelling in the sensation, this moment their only concern for now.

"Incredible," he repeats for the second time tonight, as he feels a completion that he hasn't felt in a very long time - if never - almost as if he were finally home, and not only because of their physical union.

Lucifer reflexively picks up speed as he lets his brain switch off and his body take over, only to feel everything. Chloe closes her eyes as the pleasure ignites within her all the way again. She grips her lover's ass with one hand as the pace increases, not looking to switch their position for now, too lost in the moment. Her other hand rests above her head, entwined with Lucifer's fingers. They'd have plenty of times later on to explore her deepest fantasies. He feels her nearing her second orgasm, as he is not too far either. He somehow feels her still holding on to something to prevent her complete abandon to pleasure. He lets go of her hand above her head to bring it down to her clit as the other one supports his body. He applies the same rhythm as his hips. As he feels her almost there, he comes close to her ear and wipers, his voice thick with lust.

"Let go, Love," he simply says.

This propels Chloe into her second release, even more powerful than the first one she had less than an hour ago. She arches into him, hand gripped tight around his ass cheek as her other hand tries to push him into her as deep as she can. Lucifer keeps thrusting while she rides the most powerful orgasm she has ever experienced so far. Just as her's subsides, his hits hard as he sees Chloe's O-face, trembling body and complete rapture beneath him. Chloe just has the time to open her eyes to see his face contract then relax completely, eyes full of hellish flames, as he chases his orgasm, hips pushing deep a couple more times, a sexy growl - resembling her name - on his lips. He comes down to lie beside her, both of them spent and happy. Chloe cuddles up to him, closing her eyes for a few moments, simply to enjoy the afterglow and Lucifer follows her soon after. He hears a faint chuckle from her chest.

"What?" he asks, voice deep.

"Nothing," she replies, still smiling,

"Come on," he looks at her. "Tell me what it is."

"What it is," Chloe repeats.

He chuckles and tickles her. 'Very funny, Detective ," he jokes. "Seriously though, what is it."

She hesitates for a moment. "It was different than I imagined."

Lucifer grins and drops kisses along her throat, desire already reborn again. "Do tell, Love."

"I don't know," she starts, her shyness creeps up slightly. "It WAS incredible," she pauses, not sure what to say next. "Somehow I imagined it less vanilla, maybe with a piano." She looks away from him.

The Devil chuckles, his voice drops an octave, and as sultry as it can get. "Trust me, Darling, we'll have plenty of opportunities to explore this less vanilla side of you. This was the first of many, many, many pleasurable moments to come. And I can't wait to hear more about your piano fantasy," he finishes, his hands following the curve of her stomach to test her wetness. He finds her very sensitive clit and applies just the lightest pressure there. He comes close to her ear. "Round three?" he asks.

Chloe doesn't reply but snakes her hand around his arousal. Suddenly they hear Ella's voice coming from downstairs. She sounds panicked and this flashes them back to reality. They quickly get dressed, Chloe grabs her dress from the previous day that lay on the nearby chair, while Lucifer picks up the trousers he discarded in the room earlier - for obvious reasons - and a purple shirt from his closet. They hurry down the stairs, Lucifer finishing to close his shirt as they arrive in the kitchen where Ella awaits them.

"What the Hell were you doing Guys? I tried calling you both for about ten times!" Ella starts.

"We were…" Chloe stops, not sure what to say, without lying to her friend and not revealing too much at the same time.

Then Ella puts the pieces together as she takes in Lucifer's untucked shirt - which happens like never - Chloe's dress at the bottom of the stairs, and his other shirt and jacket by the couch. She looks at Lucifer and Chloe, and her eyes catch Lucifer's very tight-fitting pants. She quickly relocates her eyes to Chloe. Her smile could have lit the room.

"OMG!" she exclaims. "Did you guys finally did it? Were you like tchika tchika again?" she asks.

None of them replies to her questions, but Lucifer's smug smile and Chloe's blush give Ella all the necessary confirmation she needs. Ella almost giggles.

"I'm so happy for you!"

Chloe looks away from Ella for a second then back at Lucifer. They lock eyes for a moment before Chloe clears her throat.

"So what happened that had you worked up before?" Chloe asks.

Ella comes down from her rollercoaster and her face becomes serious again. "Jet's dead."

"Bugger," Lucifer huffs, as he knows this was going to complicate their case a lot, as it would mean the LAPD - and most probably Detective Douche - would take on the case, as Chloe is currently unavailable.

So I guess they finally did it ^^. Does this mean the tension is going to go down, certainly not XD.

Once again thank you for all your comment, feedback, likes, kudos and all. I'm thrilled each time!

And also a BIG thank you to ManuHerz79 for betaing (if this a word ;)) and helping me 3.

Hope you have fun.