They are standing on the beach, case closed, but with more questions than answers. Yet he can only think about the almost kiss they had, and all the soft moments that followed, and he is talking before he has a chance to think.
So he tells her that he loves her, in ways he never thought himself capable of loving. How every second spent together is more precious than the thousands of years he spent in heaven, how sometimes he only wants to be held by her, and nothing more…
"...and I'm the Devil, Detective. You deserve someone who isn't me."
The last words are barely out when she steals the surprised cry falling from his lips.
He dives in, unable to keep his eyes shut. She looks as holy as his brothers in the setting sun, fading light painting her hair into honey, flying softly in the gentle breeze. And maybe his kisses are more like worship, more like falling into her, but she takes every last one of his breath, devouring her own name silently falling from his lips.
Her fingers are caressing his face, so careful and gentle, and exactly the opposite of the burning passion of their kisses, and he feels something spilling over in his grace, and…
...he can't stop the soft whimper escaping his throat, or chasing after her when she bites his lip one last time.
She smiles, gently touching their foreheads together.
"You deserve to be loved too, Lucifer." She tells him, wiping away the tears falling from his eyes.
Oh…
He is crying.
After realizing it, he can't stop.
Sobs wreck through him and all he can do is to shake with them, as Chloe holds him whispering soft "I love you's" that only make him cry harder.
She doesn't seem to mind.