Dan had to swing back by his place for fresh clothes. Lucifer did not offer to share his Armani.

He did not want to sit at home alone, and he needed some space between himself and Lucifer today. On impulse, he swung by the precinct office. Weekend staffing made the place a ghost town. Ella, for reasons unknown, haunted her lab.

His phone rang. There were some missed texts from Chloe. He couldn't avoid her forever. "Hey, Chlo', how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. Do you have a second?"

"You're fine?"

"Well, for now. Trixie isn't."

"What's up?"

"Can you or Lucifer bring by some casework later? I'm going stir crazy."

"Yeah, I stopped by the office, actually."

"...Did you guys have a good time?"

"Subtle as a train wreck, huh?"

"..."

"You know he adores you, right?"

She breathed out. "Yeah, I know."

Dan glanced around for prying ears. "Hey, do you ever take his Devil thing seriously?"

"What? That he could be the Devil? He getting to you now?"

Dan scratched his neck. "I mean, he's pretty attached to it."

"I never found out who he used to be. I won't let it go, but I figure he's not ready to tell me."

She jotted something down, stopped mid-stroke. "Wait, did he tell you?"

"Uh."

"Dan."

"Nothing. Let me get these files together for you. SayhitoTrixforme." He hung up.

Lucifer showed up a little later after Dan texted him. He shoved a box of files in Lucifer's arms and sent him out to Chloe's with barely a hello. Feeling slightly useful now, he poked his head into Ella's lab.

Ella tormented her intern by sending him out more than once, but he did find the missing part of the glass "work."

Her shirt today had a princess and a dragon hugging each other on it, a knight riding off away.

She marched over to him, pulling him down to her height, her voice tight. "What is going on, Mr. Espinoza?"

Dan's day is not improving. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes, you do."

He did not need this today. "I can neither confirm, nor deny that Lucifer is the Devil." Actually, I can.

Ella smacked him harder than she needed to. "No, you and.. Chloe. And Lucifer? Is that a thing?"

Oh right. Lucifer hadn't been keeping things low-key the other day. "Uhm."

She gasped. "Or are you trying to steal him from Chloe?"

"No! Ella."

She prodded him hard in the collarbone, voice strained and distraught. "Well? I will not put up with you breaking either of their hearts."

"It's, uhm. Complicated." Also, Lucifer is totally the Devil. And he has huge fucking angel wings that glow. Dan would not make it through the weekend. He didn't want to start it by upsetting Ella.

She shifted her weight. "Like, Facebook 'Complicated'?"

He thought about it. "Uhm. Actually yeah. Like that. Mostly."

"Okay then." In typical Ella fashion, she hugged him tightly. "You guys are all cute together. Just don't fuck it up, okay?" She nodded firmly, as if to herself and let go.

"Uhm. Did you have something case related? Is that why you're here?"

"Not yet. There are scuff marks on the glass piece that my intern found, but I still need to slice it up for examination. I don't have anything going on today, so I thought I'd get a head start. We get a lot of odd cases, but I guess I'm just really hoping it's not as cut and dry as it seems. You know, for three bodies."

"You want there to be a fourth person, huh?"

"It's all so senseless if there's no conspiracy."

He patted her shoulder. "What's that old curse about living in interesting times?"

She smiled, patting her eyes. "Yeah. We see a lot of death here; I just want it to mean something. Like, not that murder makes sense, but you know?"

"If it helps, I've had a bit of a crisis recently that's making me think about things differently."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, Uhm." He rolled back Chloe's conversation. "Let's say Lucifer's one-man show is starting to get to me."

"Hey, is he like, all devily, all the time?"

Dan felt his face turning red.

"Oh! He is!?"

"Ella, have you ever been in a… 'It's complicated' relationship?"

"Oh yeah, the more chaos, the better, totally. Not right now though, why? are you looking for someone?"

Dan had one of his rare flashes of insight. "I mean, you seem to be taking the case a little personally?"

"I've dated multiple people at the same time, but not like." She fished around. "You guys?"

"Right. I'm not sure what 'us guys' are right now. I think I'm the side piece." And I know more than I should.

"No offense, but I'm kinda rooting for Team DeckerStar. People don't really change much though, and he used to get a lot of tail. Like, LOTS."

"Yeah, I know. Chloe said she ran Lucifer's tests by you?"

She glared at him. "You know I can't discuss that." She shut the lab door tightly. She whispered, "That he's in insanely perfect health for anyone his age."

"Yeah?"

"He either grew up in a bubble or something because those results were too nuts."

"Like, he had been raised in a...not a barn?"

"Exactly. It's a great background for his persona, that's for sure."

Dan paused, watching the gold cross around her neck glint in the low lab light. "How well do you know your Bible?"

"Pretty well, why?"

Lucifer waltzed into his favorite detective's apartment still early in the day, loaded down with a full box of paper. Chloe started, sure the door had wasbeen locked.

She slapped on a face mask and shoved him back outside. "Lucifer! You can't come in. You'll get sick!"

He kissed her nose over the face mask, to her immediate horror.

"Douche sends his regards. And also this box of useless dead trees. And I won't get sick."

"Now is not the time to be the Devil. Of course you can get sick."

He sounded vaguely insulted. "I assure you, I'll be fine."

She huffed. "Fine. But don't say I didn't tell you so. And at least don't get near Trixie." She pulled the mask down and let him back in.

Lucifer felt obligated to ask, "How is the child?"

Chloe pulled back her long hair into a rough bun. "She stopped throwing up, her fever is down a little, and she's sleeping."

"Oh thank goodness."

She eyed him, unsure to which part his response referred. "Thanks for bringing the files. I can at least feel a little more productive now."

"I can help you be a little less productive if you want."

She rolled her eyes with a smile. "I'm covered in flakes of 'spawn' vomit, but I appreciate the thought."

"Shower then."

"Lucifer."

"That wasn't a suggestion. Come on." He pointed her to the bedroom with master bath, shedding his jacket, shepherding her along. Well, she would be awash in germs after this morning.

Chloe went, pausing at Trixie's room to look in for a second.

"Okay, but only a shower."

In the time Chloe lightly closed Trixie's door and stepped into her bedroom, Lucifer shucked his clothes off and hopped on the bed, lounging on her decorative pillows. Because of course, he was. His long body gleefully drawn out against her covers. The morning sun from the window highlighted him in all the right places.

"One of these days you're going to show me your magic trick of getting out of the better part of a three-piece suit in five seconds." Chloe grudgingly took in the show of him on display, wishing she didn't feel disgusting. He spent more time on his face than she did most days. Sooner or later she would start stealing his products. Probably sooner.

She nodded towards the bathroom "I guess you think you're joining me." She got her messy hair loose, and finger brushed it. It hadn't been any better in a bun.

He grinned. "It'd be ungracious of you to leave me like this in your bedroom all by myself. Who knows what trouble I might get up to?"

"Pfft. Alone in a room?" She crossed her arms, pulling off her gross and child-crusted shirt. She didn't bother with a bra today. "On second thought…" She dropped it with a face.

Lucifer's eyes were on her like she's a glammed up stripper as opposed to a bedraggled mom fighting not to get her kid's virus. He sat up, watching her, contagious energy practically floating around him in an aura. "Okay, maybe you can join me." She grinned and shimmied out of her flannel bottoms and underwear and kicked them in the general direction of the laundry basket.

"Feel free to put on a show for me any time."

She leaned down to peck him on the cheek. Lucifer swept her by the waist down to the bed and kissed her soundly.

She squeaked, smiling under him. "Seriously, I don't want you to get sick." She didn't pull very far away though. Not with those delicious bare hips pressing up against her. Chloe rolled up with a grunt. "Shower. I'm gross."

Lucifer led the way, starting the water while Chloe grabbed an extra towel and hung it up. He held the shower door open for her like a carriage. She grinned, smacked his ass and stepped in.

The water ran gloriously hot. Him too. There's something to be said for company in showers.

Chloe tipped her face up to the stream. Lucifer's height meant he would have to duck, but he came in to help her, not get wet. Lucifer reached past her shoulders for the soap, trailing up her arms on the way. He lathered her back, taking longer than strictly necessary, not that she minded.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed it. Pressing fingertips into her shoulders, he took advantage of building slick bubbles to massage her tight knots. Chloe "mmmmmm'd" and braced herself against the wall under the spray, letting it run through her hair. He lifted her hair forward to get all of her neck and back, tickling her neck.

He dug in, grabbing her loofa for a leisurely scrub down her ribs, then up again around and over her breasts and sternum. Lucifer leaned lightly into her back, torso pressed up against her, kissed the top of her head, traded out the soap for shampoo and took a step back for room, gently working it into her scalp with long fingers. He got his thumbs in behind her ears and rubbed in wide, slow circles. Chloe stretched her neck down, lengthening her spine.

"You could spoil a girl this way." She turned to let the water rinse off the shampoo, raising her arms to lift her hair and help it run through. She kissed his jaw.

Lucifer, smiling like a cat, applied conditioner and worked it through her length. He tilted her head into the water to rinse with a pleasant little neck nibble. Chloe hummed with closed eyes, and he turned her to face the shower head again.

He sunk down to the balls of his feet and applied soap to her ankles. As if oblivious to her butt, he laced his sudsy fingers between her toes, and her nerves twitched pleasantly.

Chloe twisted to see him. Water droplets clung to his coiffed hair in tiny prisms. Steaming water running down his neck and chest mixed with what ran off her. Lucifer leaned in, to mouth the inside of her lower legs one a time. He sponged up her knees and shins, following the outside of her thighs with leisurely kisses.

His face inched up higher, and she couldn't twist in place far enough, so she looked down her legs.

Lucifer's hands appeared between her thighs, soap in one. He knuckled her legs apart. She swallowed. Perching low on the floor behind her, he tickled her soft skin with his cheek. He nipped one ass cheek, working up more lather under her, long fingers trading the bar back and forth just in front of her legs. He switched cheeks, tongue and mouth playing with the crease of her upper thigh and ass.

She watched his hands rubbing the bar of soap, suds dripping down from between his fingers to wash down the drain.

She heard herself whine.

"Just a shower, love?"

"Get me dirty again."

Chloe sprawled on her bed after double checking the room door lock. Lucifer lay next to her, tracing her ribs, extremely satisfied with himself.

She ran her fingers through his curls until they were entirely out of place. He only put up a token resistance. She touched his face. "One of these days I'm going to figure out the source of your superpowers. Sexy and otherwise." Chloe sat up.

Lucifer clammed up, uncharacteristically quiet.

She poked him in the ribs. "Hey. I have to get dressed and check on Trix soon. Is there anything you want to talk about?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"

She pulled her hair back. "Uhm. Did you have fun last night?"

He chuckled. "Oh, definitely. It'll be better with you there."

She blushed and tugged on fresh underwear. "I meant to ask, did you talk to Dan about your past?"

"Past? No, that didn't come up. Did he say that?"

Chloe tilted her head. Her hair still damp from the shower, dripped a little. "He indicated you opened up to him a little."

"Detective, you surprise me. That's the part you're worried about?"

She straddled his hips, "I don't even know who you used to be. It's like part of you is cut off from me. A big part. Something I can't access. That no one can, maybe." She rested her hands on his abs.

Lucifer touched her thighs. "I'm who I've always been."

"Lucifer Morningstar, ruler of Hell?"

"Ex-ruler."

"And before that?"

"King James isn't far off on that bit."

Chloe groaned, falling back on his legs, hers folded under her. He picked up her fingers where she dropped them. He wove his long toes into her damp hair. She touched his ring, tilted her head down her body to look at it. She idly wiggled it on his finger. It didn't budge. "You never take that off."

"I've had it forever."

"Literally, huh?"

"Indeed."

She stared at her ceiling.

"Dan thinks I'm an alien.", he offered.

She laughed. "Well, that's certainly one possibility."

Her back didn't like this position. She let go of his hands to sit up, still astride him. He retook her hands, rubbing her knuckles. She watched him.

"Are there aliens?"

He thought about it. "Probably."

"Wouldn't you know?"

"I lit millions of stars. More. Didn't stick around for all of them."

"Just this one?"

"Worked out that way. No aliens in hell though. Doubt any turned up in the last few years I've been gone. Interesting question though. If any died in orbit, would they turn up in my hell or theirs?"

Chloe sighed, leaned forward and kissed him.