AN: Updated March 14, 2020 - Grammar
AN: Updated July 19, 2020 - Grammar, Major story change
Rating: Teen
Warning[s]: Swearing
Show Timeline: Season 2, after episode 11
Spotify Playlist: playlist/6UtbKY3ENfzrDYoubKnBN9?si=uiS6DWLKRMSYMh8dVT5ngg
***As of March 15, 2020, after Chapter 9: Can You Hear Me, I will no longer update "A Devil's Love" on this site. The reason being this site does not approve of second-person [you] stories. This story will be up for as long as the site allows. If you wish to continue reading past Chapter 9, please search AZookiex3 on AO3 or Wattpad, and you can search AZritesx3 on Tumblr. I've also started posting it on my DeviantArt [AZookiex3]! There is much more to this story, and I hope you continue to read!***
Chapter 5: Goodnight
Despite you being extremely nervous about having Lucifer of all people take care of you, the drive from the hospital to LUX was pleasant.
Lucifer followed all traffic laws. He even went five miles per hour under the posted speed to ensure you didn't bump around too much. He also picked up on your "outing" that music calms you, so he plays the radio at a reasonable volume to an alternative pop station.
The song "Devil Devil" by MILCK starts to play, and you hum along.
"You're going to have to sing it, darling."
"What?" You look over at him and get a bit defensive, "Why?"
"As your nurse, I have to make sure your lungs are all right. Since I'm sure you won't let me rest my head on your chest for a listen," he looks at you sideways and gives a cheeky grin, "or let me kiss you until your breath gives out for a test."
"Well, you're right about that." You look straight ahead at the road and wish you could cross your arms effectively.
"Then sing."
You sigh loudly and stay quiet. You decide to sing the last part of the song to please your "nurse", but also because you couldn't resist any longer.
You take the shape of
Everything that I'm drawn to
You take the shape of
Everything that I'm drawn to
But your eyes
Are dead and red, red as rust
Do not try me Devil, Devil
Cannot buy me Devil, Devil
You won't make a fool of me, oh no
What makes you so special, special
To think I would ever settle
For that devious dance between me and The Devil, Devil
You look over at him when the song ends and give him an eyebrow raise, "Does that satisfy you, my nurse?"
"Perfectly." His wide smile and gleaming eyes are trained on the road.
For the next fifteen minutes of the ride you and Lucifer sing along to the radio. You hum towards the end because your throat starts screaming for water.
The calm atmosphere of the car ride is abruptly cut when Lucifer pulls into his parking garage.
You two pass by the part of the garage where your car exploded. The damage to the garage was fixed with new cement. The area where your car was parked was still surrounded by crime tape, but your car was gone and there was a cleanup crew. You also pass by Agent Monroe who was getting the footage inside the security office.
When Lucifer felt the air change around you he grabbed your left hand and rubbed his thumb soothingly over your knuckles. He parks his car in his spot, then releases your hand and steps out of the car. He steps over to your side and opens the door, but you don't move. You're still frozen from the memory of the explosion.
"I can carry you if you'd like." He leans down and whispers in your ear.
That snaps you out of it, "What?"
He chuckles, happy to have you back, "I know you feel safe in my arms." He winks at you.
"Just get me my crutches, Lucifer." You pull your legs over the side of the car.
"Come now, darling. You let me push you once, so how about you let me carry you once?"
"You already did when-"
"Yes, yes let's not bring that back up. It doesn't count anyway. You were, well." He stops himself then looks at you with the saddest puppy eyes you ever saw on a man, "Please?"
"Ugh." You sigh up to the ceiling, then look over to the side trying to hide the blush forming, "Fine." You barely audit out.
Lucifer doesn't even reply, and in a blink of an eye he has you in his arms bridal style and walking towards the elevator. You refuse to meet his eyes when he looks down at you with a smile, but you do admit to yourself that you do feel safer...for some reason.
Thank God no one is seeing this.
The elevator bings and the doors open up to the penthouse, "Where would you like to go, darling?"
"I actually want to rest for a bit," you answer truthfully. These emotions and memories from that night were draining you a considerable amount.
He starts walking towards his bedroom.
"Whoa whoa whoa!" You say, "Don't you have another room?!"
"Just Maze's old room, but her mattress is much too firm. Little demon likes it rough." He smiles down at you, "My bed is much softer."
"But-"
"Not uh, darling." Lucifer puts his finger on your lips and you freeze, "Only the best for my patient." He continues the walk. When you two arrive he pulls his sheet aside and lays you down on his bed.
"Oh…" you cover your mouth with your hand as your face heats up. Lucifer just laughs.
His bed is very soft, but not too soft that you instantly sink down.
He pulls the sheets over you, and you have to force yourself to keep from nuzzling into the soft fabric.
Lucifer kneels down in front of your face, "I'll wake you in an hour or two. The doctor said these bandages have to come off soon so you can wash and get fresh ones."
"Mmm," you hum a reply, your eyes already drooping.
Lucifer chuckles again and gives you a soft kiss on your head, "Rest well, K9."
"You still haven't fished anything up yet?" Lucifer talks on his phone to Maze as he walks back to his car to get your belongings.
"These FBI ticks are real pains in the ass, Lucifer." Maze responds agitated.
"Guess I'll have to pull the Devil charm on them." Lucifer frowns at the crutches in his backseat. Anger refueling a bit.
"I doubt their 'desire' would be to tell you whatever they know."
"Come now, Maze. I can get anything out of any human." He slings the duffle bag over his shoulder and holds the crutches under his arm.
"Well if you find this guy before me you better let me know! I want to kick his ass, too."
"Devil of my word, dear." Lucifer hangs up and starts back to the elevator.
"Mr. Morningstar!" Lucifer looks behind him and sees that FBI agent, Monroe, walk towards him.
"And here I thought you were done with me," Lucifer tells the man as he approaches.
"I thought I should give you my card." Monroe pulls a business card from his suit pocket and hands it to Lucifer.
Lucifer takes it and eyes it, "And why would I need this?"
"Just in case you learn of anything, or if anything happens here during Ms. Earth's stay."
Lucifer raises a brow at the man, "Are you expecting something to happen, Mr. FBI Agent?"
"Not in my hopes at all, Mr. Morningstar. Just a precaution. If need be I can provide extra security-"
"K9 doesn't need your protection." Lucifer stands full height at the man in intimidation. He smiles at the human, "She has the Devil watching over her."
"Of course." Monroe takes a small step back and bids Lucifer farewell.
"Hmph." Lucifer huffs at the man's back and continues back on track to the elevator. He crumbles the card and throws it in a trash can.
The sound of nearby running water makes your throat scream, reminding you that you forgot to ask for a drink before the nap.
You stretch on Lucifer's soft bed and squint your eyes open. You see from the wall of windows that the sun is now setting and that Lucifer left you a glass of water on the nightstand. You slowly lift yourself up and grab the cup.
"Good evening, darling!" Lucifer comes from his closet with a smile, holding your crutches. You hum in acknowledgment and thanks as you down the water.
"My shower is running lukewarm water to the Doctor's orders, sorry." He lightly chuckles at the inward groan you make. Lukewarm showers were basically cold, and you hate cold showers.
Stupid burns.
Lucifer positions the crutches on either side of your arms when you finish the water. You grab onto them as Lucifer helps you on your feet. Once you achieve a balance you head into his bathroom in his much too large closet.
Seriously, how many expensive suits and shoes does one guy need?
You step into his bathroom that's as big as his closet. The decor is the same sleek black with hints of brown and gold. To your left was the largest double vanity set you've ever seen. Each sink was accompanied by its own large antique mirrors on the wall. To the right, you see he has two toilets and they had their own little room with doors. Straight ahead almost the entire wall was his shower, with the right corner housing a large jacuzzi tub.
"You look like you have many questions about my washroom, my dear." Lucifer laughs at your various facial expressions as you take in the room.
"I do, but considering your lifestyle and just how many people you bring up here, it all makes sense."
"Smart woman."
You walk further in and just now notice that Lucifer had laid out your pajamas on the vanity, as well as all your bathroom essentials around a sink. He even brought one of his dining chairs in for you to sit on.
Lucifer motions you over to the chair and you sit, leaning your crutches against the vanity. Lucifer starts unbandaging your left arm.
He looks at your already scabbed up arms quizzically, "Do burns usually heal this quickly on you humans?" He asks as he undoes the right arm bandage.
"Don't think so. Every doctor I see are always surprised by my healing rate. Their only explanation for me is that it must be something genetic."
"And you have no idea if that's true because you have no recollection of your parents?"
"Yup." You reply as you raise your now free arms slightly in the air and work your fingers and elbows.
Lucifer kneels and undoes the bandage knot at your left ankle. You allow him to untie it up to your kneecap before you stop him, "I can do the rest from here." Lucifer just pouts at you and you raise your brow in a pointed look that said: "you really think I'd let you go all the way up". He starts at the right ankle as you finish up the left side.
"Need me to help you get undressed, or help scrub you up?" Lucifer smiles flirtatiously down at you as you finish the right leg.
You smile genuinely and shake your head before looking up at him, "You already know my answer to that, Lucifer."
"Can't blame a Devil for trying." He walks over to his shower and opens the glass door for you, so all you have to do is hop on in with your crutches, "Scream my name seductively if you need me." He winks at you then leaves the bathroom, closing the door.
You catch yourself smiling at the door before shaking your head to snap out of it.
You slowly stand. You lean against the vanity as you slowly put more and more weight on your feet. Satisfied you wouldn't fall, you remove your shorts and place them on the vanity. Both hands go to opposite bottom corners of your t-shirt and you lift up-
"Hello there!"
You push your shirt back down and slam back onto the chair, biting your cheek from the pain of such fast movement. Face blushing madly, you grab your shorts and lay them on your lap, covering yourself the best you can.
"LUCIFER!"
"Oh drat, I was hoping to catch you in your bra as well. Oh well. Those lovely lacey boy shorts will have to do." He winks at you from the bathroom door.
"What do you want, Lucifer?!"
"Oh, just popping in to ask what you'd like for dinner." He answers nonchalantly.
You give him dagger eyes, "You couldn't have asked me before you left?"
His shrug is such a big fat lie, "I forgot."
"Liar." You hiss.
He just smiles devilishly at you, "Sooo?"
"I don't care, Lucifer. Surprise me. Now get the hell out!"
"Alright, dear. I promise I won't enter again without you asking me to." He nods his head then closes the door once more. After waiting a minute to make sure he was gone, you grab your crutches and hobble your way to the door, locking it.
The shower took a bit longer than you expected. Not only did you have to go slow to make sure you didn't peel the scabs too soon, and boy was that hard while in that freezing water, but it was hard to not think about all the women and men who have probably showered here. Plus knowing you had to sit in the very spot where a lotof…stuff had most likely happened and came out, was very distracting.
Once you were completely dried, clothed, and hair had been thoroughly combed you crutch your way out of the bathroom.
Stepping around the corner into the entryway of Lucifer's bedroom you see that Lucifer had set up two trays on his couch. From what you can see there's two black cereal bowls that hold something white and two small white bowls that hold an assortment of cut fruit. Each table also has its own drink, one with whiskey and the other with what you hope is water and not vodka.
Lucifer puts some silverware on the trays then turns around. When he sees you he gives a wide smile and gestures to the food, "Dinner is ready, my dear!"
You go over to stand next to him and look down at the trays. What was in the black bowls was ice cream.
"Ice cream? Really?" You look up at him with a smirk on your face.
"You disapprove?"
"Of course not! It's friggin' ice cream, but why?"
"Apparently a good thing for patients to eat after spending time in the hospital is fresh fruit, dairy, and protein. You seem like the kind of woman who would skip right to dessert after leaving that dreadful building."
You raise a brow at him. He's right, but you hide the feeling of how he seemed to already know you from your face. You can't tell what that feeling is in your chest.
"And how do you know what's good to eat after a hospital? Experience?"
"Hardly. I, how you humans say, 'googled it'."
You burst into laughter, "You're taking this nurse thing really seriously."
"Why wouldn't I? I truly do want to make sure you heal fully."
You stop laughing when you hear the seriousness in his tone. You look up at him and see no humor in his eyes. Instead, you see the look of worry in a man who thinks he's guilty.
You hold onto his hand in a comforting way, "I'm fine, Lucifer, and I do very much appreciate what you're doing for me right now. So please, stop thinking that what happened is somehow your fault." He looks into your eyes and gives a small smile, giving your hand a small squeeze in response.
You smile, satisfied, "Now let's dig into dinner-ssert already."
You wake up to the morning LA sun streaming through the penthouse's wall of windows. You stretch your entire body out on Lucifer's bed and revel in the aftermath of having the best sleep of your life.
Last night with Lucifer was actually pretty fun. As you two were eating he turned the tv on to some comedy channel. "Laughter is the best medicine I'm told," he had said. You two had enjoyed some friendly banter while also making fun of the comedian's bad jokes. When midnight rolled around he noticed your struggle to keep your eyes open. He turned off the tv and helped you up off the couch and sent you to bed, like a good nurse.
You stretch your arms above you to take in the damage. You told Lucifer that it was best not to wrap up your arms and legs. Since the wounds were already scabbing it was best to let nature's air do its thing. And you were right, a lot of the scabs on your arms were already ready to come off.
Don't know what it is about my body, but damn if I'm not always grateful for fast healing.
The urge to pick them off was strong, but you knew that would be incredibly rude and disgustingto do on Lucifer's bed.
You rise to a sitting position and turn to the side of the bed. You stand up slowly to test pressure on your feet. Thankfully, it feels like you're able to walk on your own now, but only as a slow waddle. The wounds on your feet and ankles still aren't fully healed yet.
Maybe I should at least wrap them up.
You waddle your way into the bathroom and run into-
"Butt." You stand stone still in the doorframe. Eyes wide, you take in Lucifer's naked body as he stands in front of a sink brushing his teeth.
He rinses his mouth then turns his head to you, "Good morning to you as well, K9!" He says with a shit-eating grin, "Like what you see?"
You believe your body has turned as red as a lobster. You quickly turn around and give him your back, "Why are you naked?!" You ask his closet.
"I sleep naked." He replies so damn nonchalantly.
"Well can you please put some clothes on!"
You hear him sigh, "You know, I'm getting a serious case of deja vu right now. Are you and the Detective related?"
"Lucifer."
"Fine fine." You hear some shuffling behind you, "Alright, I'm all covered. Promise." You turn slowly around and see that Lucifer has wrapped a towel around his waist. He's facing you with a motion of his hands that says "all good now". You take in a breath of relief and Lucifer scoffs, "I'll never understand why you humans fear seeing your own kind naked."
You were going to reply to him, but he turned around.
And you saw his back.
Those scars…
You could faintly hear Lucifer call out to you as you fell to the ground. You couldn't see the real world anymore. Visions of what you think are memories you've forgotten flash by.
He stands before you. His glorious wings the color of your darkness. Dressed in armor with a sword at his hip, he addresses you, "He has heard you and has sent me to give you what you seek." His voice is booming. Deep and rough. Not kind.
Your body screams at you-
"Earth!" You blink away the visions. You're back inside Lucifer's bathroom.
Lucifer kneels to your left. His arms hold your back up so you are sitting instead of laying. His eyes and face are filled with concern for you.
For me.
"Darling, what happened? Are you alright? Should I call the hospital?" His eyes are searching yours.
"What happened to you?" You ask. Your voice sounds dead to you.
Lucifer pauses, noticing your voice tone as well, "...to me?"
"Your back." You press on, "What happened? Who did that to you?"
Lucifer stares at you, "Maze did. That's where my wings were and I told her to cut them off as a spit in my Father's face."
You shake your head violently, "Stop with that whole Devil shtick, Lucifer! I need to know the truth, please."
"It's not a shtick, K9!" You could see the pleading in his eyes. He wants you to believe him. Needs you to, "I never lie. Especially not to you." You close your eyes and take deep breaths in and out.
Calm down, Earth. Those visions were fake. You're crazy. Lucifer's crazy. None of it was real.
"K9?" Lucifer whispers to you and you open your eyes again.
You're back to normal, "I'm sorry, Lucifer. I don't know what came over me. I'm fine."
Lucifer just stares at you for a bit, then he places a hand on your cheek and keeps locked eye contact with you, "Earth," you felt the air change and could hear a slight difference in his voice.
What's he doing?
"Earth," Lucifer repeats, and he keeps your eyes locked with his, "What's wrong? What happened to you, darling?"
You just stare back with a look of complete confusion, "Umm. Are you trying that mojo thing Chloe talks about?"
Now Lucifer is looking at you with complete confusion, "...Yes. What...Are you sure you're not related to her?"
"Lucifer. I'm ok now." You remove his hand from your face and break eye contact. You lift yourself up and walk over to one of the stalls, "Just...just leave me alone for a while today, ok?" You close the door, not waiting for his reply, and rest on the toilet.
It's a long while before you hear Lucifer move, but eventually he does, "Alright, darling. I'll be down in the club if you need me." You hear Lucifer shut the bathroom door. Finally, you are alone with your thoughts.
What in the actual fuck is going on?
"Lucifer!"
Maze walks down the steps and heads to her Devil, who was currently hunched on a stool at the bar counter with the ever trusty whiskey in hand.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" Maze asks as she leans on the bar next to him.
"Just stewing over whatever His 'plan' is, yet again," Lucifer replies to the bar and takes a shot of his drink.
"Well, maybe this will cheer you up because it sure does cheer me up."
"What?"
Maze leans her face to his and whispers with an evil grin, "Want to go deal some punishment on one of those bomb fucks?"
Lucifer lifts his brow. His sour mood all gone, now replaced with his Devil side, "Just one?"
"The ticks still haven't found the one responsible for the bomb that actually blew, but that other bomb? They found the kid who's known for making that kind, and," Maze's grin grew more and she licks her lips, "with my own persuasion I got him to tell me who ordered it."
"So, who's the champ getting a special treatment from the Devil?" Lucifer stands up and fixes his suit, making himself more presentable.
"Dear old 'Mum'."
Lucifer's body went completely still. Maze watches as his eyes process the information. They go from shock, to disbelief, to those beautiful red eyes she loves so much.
Lucifer says nothing. Just takes long strides out of the building. Maze laughs mechanically and runs to catch up with him. No way was she missing this.
You're curled up on Lucifer's couch watching some mind-numbing television when you hear the elevator doors chime open. You brace yourself to talk with Lucifer, but when you turn your head to look it's Chloe who steps out.
"Hey, girl." Chloe motions for you to stay sitting. She comes over and sits next to you, "How are you feeling?" She asks as she hugs you.
Confused. Scared. Sad.
"A lot better." You say hugging her back.
"I can tell." Chloe smiles as she takes in your appearance, "No bandages, barely any scabs left, and you're curled up in your weird sitting position."
"Haha." You give your BFF a sarcastic laugh and an eye roll.
"Where's Lucifer?" Chloe notices now the vacancy of flirts and sass remarks.
"He said he'd be downstairs for most of the day."
"I didn't see him down there."
"Really?" A small bubble of relief pops in you.
"Yeah. Some nurse he is then for not telling you." Chloe shakes her head in disapproval.
"Actually Chloe he's been-" You pause for a second to relive the time you spent yesterday with him. You can't help the small smile that appears on your face, "He's been a pretty good nurse. I'm only alone right now because I asked to be alone. Not his fault."
"Hmm, well anyways I came to not only visit you, but to also tell you some good news!" Chloe's smiling now.
"Yeah?"
"I didn't have any news for you last night, but this morning Agent Monroe made a breakthrough. A small one, but that's better than nothing." Chloe sits crossed-legged on the couch facing you, "He managed to find out who the maker of the second bomb is, the one that didn't go off."
"Any way I could guess who?"
"Doubt it. Remember back when I asked you to look into that real estate murder because Dan was too busy with another case?"
You think back to that day when you and Lucifer first worked together. Now a bubble of happiness pops in you, "Yeah."
"Well that case was a bomb one, and he found the guy responsible for it. More of a kid than a guy, actually. He's a pizza boy who makes bombs on the side."
Your eyes go wide.
"Yup." Chloe continues, "Turns out that bomb was one of his, but he claims that he only makes them. He doesn't actively use them."
"So, who'd he sell that bomb to?"
"He won't tell, of course. Before Monroe was about to break him his lawyer stepped in." Chloe scoffs in disgust and annoyance, "Mrs. Charlotte Richards has become a real thorn in the precinct's side."
Your jaw falls open, "Charlotte Richards is a pizza boy's lawyer?"
"Yeah. That is pretty weird...why?" Chloe looks quizzically at you.
"She was at the restaurant Lucifer took me to that night, and I did not get good vibes from her. She really didn't like me being out with her son."
Now it was Chloe's turn to have her jaw drop, "What?!"
"What?"
"Charlotte Richards is Lucifer's mother?!"
"Yeah. Or stepmom, I'm not entirely sure," you take in Chloe's shocked appearance, "You...didn't know did you?"
"No, I didn't!" Chloe flops back on the couch, "Honestly, though, it makes complete sense."
"Sooo," you try to continue the conversation, "You said Charlotte stepped in right when that boy was about to spill the beans?"
"Yeah...she even paid his bail for making the bombs." You could see the wheels turning in her brain, "You said she was there that night with you two?"
"Yup."
"Did it seem like a coincidence that she happened to be there?"
"She said it was a company dinner, but I somehow doubt that."
"Hmm...maybe I could go question her colleagues," Chloe says this more to herself than to you.
"Woah, wait a sec Chloe. You think Lucifer's mom might be on this?"
"It's just speculation. You said she didn't seem to like you, and she has some sort of...aura about her." Chloe gives you one more hug then stands up, "I'm going to head over there to investigate. I'll call you if I find anything." Then she's in the elevator and the doors shut.
Oh shit.
The Goddess of creation stands over her wooden work desk. She gathers up the last of the report papers and puts them inside her bag.
"Mother!"
The Goddess looks up to see her Lightbringer enter her office. She wasn't surprised to see him. She could hear his strong footsteps enter the building.
"Yes, son?" She walks around from behind her desk to the front to be closer to him.
"How could you?!" Her son's clearly angry. She sees that demon of his enter the room to stand behind him. It draws out its blades and twirls them while grinning at her.
"How could I, what?" She tilts her head at her son. Complete innocence.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" He points his finger at her. His voice grows deeper and deeper with each sentence.
The Goddess just crosses her arms and leans against the desk. She rolls her eyes, "I don't see why you're so upset. She's just a human."
"First Azrael's blade," he steps closer, "and now you tried, nae, wanted to kill Earth.". He's right in front of his mother's face now.
"Well, I didn't kill her."
"That's it mother." Lucifer's Devil face is fully out now. The Goddess cringes at that hideous face her ex has given their beautiful son, "Your time here on earth is finished." Lucifer's demon steps closer, daggers ready.
"You can't kill me, Lucifer." The Goddess stands her ground. She doesn't fear this "Devil".
The demon scoffs, "Of course he can. Stop stalling."
"I'm not stalling, creature. I'm telling the truth." She sees her son's Devil face raise what would be a brow at her, "You can only 'kill' me by destroying this body. Do that, and you've murdered a human."
"The human, Charlotte Richards, was dead before you entered her," Lucifer responds.
"True, but when I entered her I felt her soul." The Goddess lifts her head in triumph, "Charlotte Richards has been connected back to her body, even in death."
"You've gotta be fucking with us." The demon peers at her.
The Goddess gives the demon a disgusted look, then focuses back on her son, "Kill me and you murder a human. Your Father's number one rule."
"Like I care about His rules."
"True, but you, my son," the Goddess holds the Devil's face in her hands, "you are not a murderer."
The Devil's eyes search her face, but she ends up winning. Lucifer drops his Devil face.
"We can still punish her!" His demon pleads to him.
He raises his hand to silence her, then he removes his mother's hands from his face and takes a step back, "You even think about going after her again, and I will become a murderer."
Lucifer walks out of her office and, after a lot of evil glaring, his demon follows him out.
He may be pissed now, but he should thank his Father for Chloe having her back turned to him and being too focused on questioning the workers to notice his departure.
Lucifer steps out of his elevator entering his penthouse. He looks up and sees you standing by his piano with your belongings packed up next to you.
"I'm feeling better now." You reply to his questionable eyebrow raise, "I don't want to take too much of your hospitality."
"You're no trouble, K9."
"I...I know." You look down at your clasped hands, "I just want to go home now. Get back to life."
Lucifer's silent for a bit, "I'm sorry if-"
"No no." You raise your hand and walk to him, "You have nothing to be sorry about, Lucifer. You've been a wonderful nurse." You give him a small smile, "Thank you."
He looks slightly taken back, but returns your smile with his own, "You're quite welcome, my dear." You nod to him, then grab your things and head to the elevator.
"K9, wait." Your finger hovers over the elevator's button, waiting. "How do you plan on getting home?"
"Oh, I was just going to call a cab."
"Please, let me take you home instead." You couldn't tell what kind of emotion was showing in his eyes, and you don't think he knew either.
Your heart constricted and your stomach was doing flip flops, but you give him a smile and nod your head, "Ok."
The ride to your apartment building was a quiet one, but it was a welcoming silence. Every now and then you'd catch Lucifer looking at you, and he would catch you looking at him.
You arrive at the building and Lucifer walks with you inside and to your door. You unlock it and step halfway inside before turning around to face him.
"Goodnight, Lucifer."
He smiles at you, "Goodnight, Earth."
Lucifer sits at his piano. A lite cigarette laying in an ashtray and a glass of whiskey in front of him. He plays the tune to Les Friction's "Torture", but stops when he hears his elevator door ding open.
"Detective?" Lucifer can't help the surprised tone in his voice, "It's a bit late for a case isn't it?"
"I'm not here for a case, Lucifer." She walks closer to him and he stands up from his piano bench to face her properly.
"Is everything alright?"
"I hope so." Chloe's hands interlace together in a nervous matter, "Earth told me she went home. I figured now was a good time to talk to you."
"About?"
"Us, Lucifer." Chloe walks closer to him until they're almost touching.
"I want to talk about our kiss."