Chloe woke in the dark, unsettled, from a dead sleep. The kind when you wake up and you aren't even sure who you are.

Moonlight traced across her eyes. The side of the bed dipped with weight. Warm lips kissed her forehead.

Memory returned. Kind of. Heat of a body sank into her side.

She yawned and wriggled against him. "Lucifer? What time is it?" Her mouth tasted like she'd been chewing old socks.

"3 a.m. You didn't pick up, so I came by after the club closed."

She shot upright. "What?" hot spikes shot into her brain with the movement. "Fuck, ow." Spots swirled before her eyes and light and dark slowly went back where it was supposed to be. She had the impression Lucifer had to dodge her head.

He cupped her face with both hands, cradling her jaw with them. "Dan's still asleep on the couch too. Perhaps delayed Devil-shock? How are you feeling, love?"

"You mean it's Monday?" She groaned, digging fingers under her eyes. "I have to go to work in four hours. We have to go to work in four hours. My head is killing me. Why didn't this happen this morn-yesterday?"

"The wings have healing properties. Them being out last night might be beneficial in some way. Hold still, I think I can help your head."

"Did you check on Trixie? Help my head?"

"She's watching TV and eating cereal. She wanted to pet me some more."

His thumbs rubbed circles over her sinuses. Some of the tension drained out of her and the pain alleviated a bit. Enough to bring her awareness up to focus on him.

She leaned her forehead into his shoulder, clapping her hands around his on her face. "Did you let her pet you?"

"A little. She's been informed she's not to make a habit of it."

She let go of his hands with a sigh, rubbing his ring absently in passing. His hands fell from her face, stroking her temples. "Thanks for indulging her. I'm sure it's not fun to have the focus on them instead of you." She wrinkled her nose. "You smell like cigarette smoke. Did you bring a change of clothes? How about you get out of that expensive crap and cuddle with me for a little bit?" She sniffed his hair. "Take a shower first too."

"I swear I don't remember this stuff clinging to me this much."

"Well, go deal with it, or I'll make you buy me new pillows. And you'll be sleeping alone."

He shrugged off his jacket. "I think you just like seeing me naked."

"I like watching you undress. It's somehow sexier than when you just show up naked."

He grinned in the moonlit dark, the light picking up on his cheekbones. "Oh? Well, then I'll just have to add 'striptease' to my vast skill set."

Her eyes began to adjust and he became more than dark against dark outlines.

Lucifer unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, one at a time, striding back up to her. He was fun to watch, and not just because of the looks. He prowled when he wanted to be sexy, which was often. She smiled up at him, chin perched on her hands. She pointedly looked him up and down. "So many buttons. I should help."

Chloe took apart his waistcoat, one button at a time. She leaned up to kiss him, then started and waved him off again. "Nope, I was wrong, shower first."

He smiled anyway. "Do you want to keep me company? I think you owe me a scrubbing."

"Oh, is that how it works? You have more area to cover on you, buddy. I think you're going to end up owing me more shower scrubbing time."

"Oh dear, whatever shall we do about that?" He pulled his shirt loose, drawing off the waistcoat and button-up together. "We should get started, then."

"I'm beginning to see why you got naked all the time early in our professional relationship."

"Oh?"

"It has a certain appeal after all." She pulled his belt loose, leather coming out of fabric loops.

"You're saying you didn't appreciate all this quality landscape back then?"

"It's not that you weren't nice to look at..." His trousers came unzipped next.

He pressed a kiss against her hair. "So you did look."

She cocked her eyebrows at him and bit her lower lip. "Kinda hard not to. Hey, did I ever tell you about this sexy dream I had about you?"

"Detective!"

"Somewhere in this room is a pair of Halloween Devil horns. Is all I'm saying."

"I need to hear more about this, but there better not be a tail."

"Nope. No tail. We were in your penthouse." She felt herself going red. "My dream went a lot like our real first time, actually, except the horns. Which, in my dream, made, uh, good...handles."

"Oh, that sounds delightful. A headband won't be secure enough for that, but we could work something up, I'm sure." Silky boxers found her floor. His posture stiffened a little. "What did I look like?"

Chloe pulled her shirt over her head. She didn't smell great either. "Yourself? Just with curved red horns covered in glitter."

He bent to pick up his clothes and stack them. "Me or the horns?

She snorted. "Just the horns. You covered in glitter sounds alarming."

Whatever caused his momentary tension left him. "Ah, yes, it is. Glitter gets everywhere." He threw in a look that meant everywhere.

"Oh no."

"There's a reason I frown on bachelorette parties or gay weddings in my club. And why I have a shower head with a high-pressure setting and a hose attachment."

Chloe clamped her mouth tightly to keep from waking up anyone else in the apartment, but couldn't suppress the stomach spasms. "Why, how else would you look?" She'd fallen asleep fully dressed. Lucifer happily helped her out of her jeans.

He looped his fingers through the sides of her underwear, rubbing his thumbs over her hip bones. Her headache was gone.

He paused again. "Nothing you'd like. Fortunately, there are no cameras in hell."

Dan woke up with a cramp somewhere in his back. Noise threw itself against his ears and the scraping sounds of life intruded. His eyes gummed with crusty bits in the corners and they came apart in protest. Nothing wanted to move, come to that.

The TV was on and his daughter lounged against the side of the couch, watching brightly colored ponies sing and dance at a low volume. Dark pigtails framed the bubbly characters. He didn't recall grabbing a blanket, but there was one over him.

Dan breathed in and stretched, embracing the cramping stiffness and shaking it out with a groan that would compete with the shitty couch back at his place. Multiple joints cracked. He reached out and pulled Trixie up against his stomach from the floor, hugging her. "Hey, short stuff."

She giggled, snuggling into his side, but undistracted by him.

"What time is it?"

"MMm-mm."

"Alexa-? Dang it."

He wasn't familiar with Chloe's apartment. He settled for looking out a window. It was dark. Maybe it wasn't too late to catch a few hours of bed sleep at his apartment. He hadn't napped this hard before in his life. Rolling up, he tried to see the microwave clock, without luck.

"Ugh."

Dan hauled himself up, every muscle in his body grumbling with the movement. Carbonite had more give than he did right now.

He wedged himself high enough to find the kitchen clock. 4 a.m.

Shit.

His back convinced him he wouldn't enjoy rolling over and just finishing the night on the couch. Sighing, he scooted out from behind Trixie, patting her on the head. Vertigo played with his inner ears when he straightened and parts of his shirt stuck to him unpleasantly. God, did I sweat half the night too?

He rolled his eyes at himself. Don't answer that.

Chloe's door was shut. He tapped a few times with knuckles. Hearing nothing in response, he cracked it open, just to make sure she made it home.

Lucifer slept spooned up behind Chloe, one insanely long arm wrapped around her over the blankets. The lights were off with traces of outside ambient light showing against bare feet and shoulders. Chloe snored.

A bare waft of humidity came through the door. Somehow he'd slept through not only Lucifer arriving and passing him, but the sound of a shower as well.

A tug of jealousy picked at him, but he shoved it down. If this was something he wanted to participate in, he couldn't allow himself to be possessive. He had no right to it for one thing, being the outside party. The second he gave into it, he'd be shoved out the door. Dan made a mental note to do more Googling on complicated relationships. Ella probably has some good recommendations stored up.

Not to mention, and not wanting to sound like a goddamn teenager, he had his chance. He was the one who blew it all the hell, not her. Her letting him in at all was a gift-horse he wasn't going to look too closely at.

Besides, he thought to himself, between Chloe's professionalism and Lucifer's...Luciferness...work could get a lot more interesting with the Devil being allowed to stalk me. That much brought an involuntary grin to his face, tinged with embarrassment. Who exactly was he hoping for more of anyway? The literal Devil or Chloe?

The Devil. Definitely.

For one thing, he wasn't kidding himself about staying involved. Sooner or later, Chloe would get tired of this little experiment and kick him out. For now, he gave him more time with their kid, and a way to blow off some steam. And, he could admit to himself that last night was fun, if incomplete.

She smiled in her sleep, Lucifer breathing into her hair. He eased the door closed silently. Dan had no clue how either of them were going to deal with the immortality thing. For whatever reason, he was here, and chose to be. He thought he saw Lucifer squint up at him as the door clicked closed, but maybe not. Either way, he didn't intend to intrude.

Maybe there was a convincing fiction book somewhere on a shelf on immortals and mere mortals successfully mixing. From what he remembered of his assigned reading in school and college, it never really worked out for either.

Dan shook his head and turned away. He took the remote from Trixie and tapped the volume down a few more notches. "Have you had much sleep, monkey?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

"How about for school in a few hours? You want to try and rest a little more?"

She hopped back on the couch with him. "You could stay here and watch ponies with me."

Dan wrapped his arm around her again. Whatever else this insanity meant, he got some make-up time with his daughter. "I'll watch ponies with you if you help me with breakfast in a little while, how's that sound?"

"Sure!"

"I hope you aren't too freaked out about this weekend."

She looked at him funny.

Dan flapped his hands.

"Pppppft. Lucifer told me the first day we met that he was the Devil. Didn't he tell you?"

"Well, yeah."

"I found a teacher at school who goes to church. She wouldn't talk to me about Lucifer at first."

"Uh, oh?"

"Yeah, mom had to tell her that she knew Lucifer too, and after that, she kind of stopped freaking out and told me how-" She held up fingers to air quote the name, "The 'real Lucifer' became the Devil, and that he started out as an angel." She scrunched up her face. "And that he wasn't even the Devil until he got thrown out of heaven by God. God sounds mean. You and mom never threw me out of the house for anything."

"When was this?"

"Like a week or two after we met him. Don't you think he looks like an angel?"

Dan swallowed. "Yeah, he does."

"Are you moving back in?"

"No, sweetie."

She chewed her lip. "Do you like Lucifer too?"

"Uhm."

"A bunch of kids at school have two dads."

"Uhm."

She whispered. "One kid has a mom and a dad, and her dad has a girlfriend, but her mom doesn't know about it."

"Uhm."

"She's worried that they're going to split up."

"I see."

"If mom marries Lucifer, will you still be my dad?"

"Hey, what's going on in this show with the ponies?"

"Pinkie Pie is trying to take over the world."

"Really? But she seems so nice."

Trixie whispered back. "That's the secret."

Three or four episodes of ponies later - they all kind of blurred together - Dan heard a toilet flush in the back. Dawn rose, lightening the living room.

He yawned. "Okay, kiddo, that's it. Go get ready for school then come help me with breakfast, okay?"

Trixie bounced to her feet with the energy of, well, a nine-year-old.

He checked the fridge for eggs and milk. Dan wondered what the odds where that Chloe might still have something he could change into.

Lucifer emerged first, dressed in trousers and a light purple button-up and holding a dry cleaner's bag full of crumpled suit. He was looking back through the door and laughing about something. A pillow flew out and hit him the side of the head. He tossed it back with a grin and no force.

The apartment came to life.

"Good morning, other-Detective."

Well, it was better than 'Detective Douche.' "Hey." Dan turned back to the fridge for juice.

Lucifer smacked his ass.

He yelped. "Really?"

"You seem tense this morning. Need a little help?"

Dan found himself more grumpy than he expected to be. "Why, are you offering a back rub?"

"I can offer a something-rub."

Oh.

Lucifer sniffed him. "Well, after you get cleaned up."

"This is probably your fault you know. I slept for twelve hours straight."

"I've already offered to make it up to you."

Chloe saved him by coming out and taking over breakfast. "Hey, go shower. You can borrow Lucifer's extra jeans and a shirt. Top drawers." Her hair was a lovely disaster.

"Er."

"And boxers. Shoo, go. Did you sweat through everything?"

"Lucifer wears jeans?"

Dan escaped, unsure if he should use her bathroom or the guest and make a wet, naked run to the bedroom. Trixie made the decision for him by being in the second bath.

This is still weird.

Crowding the sink in the bathroom were a legitimately absurd number of various products. It took Dan a second to figure out which half were Lucifers. Was that a package for a cucumber mask? Yup. A couple of black curls clung to a comb. Did they look any different under a microscope than 'regular' hair? Involuntarily, he thought of Maze, and her insistence that Devil Lucifer didn't even have hair, in some other form.

He blinked, dropping his nasty shirt in the hamper outside the master bath. This shit is exactly why Lucifer didn't really want anyone to 'know.' Let's just get through a normal day at work and everything will be fine, okay, brain? Okay, Dan.

That bout of sanity lasted until after the shower and he went hunting for clothes. Did the pink workout clothing get up he was forced to wear that time ever made it back to Chloe? He found 'Lucifer's drawer' and a neat stack of nearly identical black and off-black soft boxers. Which led to thinking about taking off Lucifer's boxers. And the aforementioned offer.

Sigh.

At least the jeans fit, if a smidge short on him. A black fitted Henley at least looked like something he'd wear. He'd bet his ass Chloe picked the jeans for him since they weren't designer. Thank God they weren't slim fit. He adjusted himself until he didn't feel like the boxers were going to wiggle out of the jeans. What did the Devil have against cotton underpants anyway?

If he went straight to work, at least no one would assume he was wearing Lucifer's clothes.

Trixie knocked on the outside of the door. "Bye, dad!"

"Bye, sweetie!" Sneaker footsteps pounded out the front door, leaving a pang of guilt in their wake. He didn't think that was something he missed by not being in their lives. It wasn't something he remembered specifically from before either. How did he miss that?

Lucifer looked him up and down with a patented Devil smile and pulled out a chair. "You look much nicer."

"Did you just, pull out a chair for me?"

"What? I can be nice." Dan sat and Lucifer ruffled his hair.

"What is up with you today?"

"Must be the wing grooming. Those things get unbearably itchy when they're neglected."

"I don't suppose there's coffee?"

Chloe stabbed into a stack of blueberry pancakes. A blessed sight of hot, steaming coffee presented itself via Devil to Dan. It smelled incredible. It tasted incredible.

"Dude, do you have food superpowers too? 'Cause I'm about to propose."

"Nuh-uh. I saw him first. Thanks for breakfast, you really outdid yourself this morning. I need to go do my face."

Lucifer picked up her plate, leaning over Dan. "Well, that should give us five or ten minutes to ourselves, Daniel, how about it?"

Dan inhaled some of his coffee, coughing. He intended to make a smartass comment to wave Lucifer off. What came out of his face was, "If you want your boxers back that badly, you're going to have to wait until I finish sucking down this glorious coffee you sacrificed a goat to yourself for to get this good."

Lucifer gleefully waited, endless dark eyes grinning over his coffee.

He didn't wait long.

Maze was right about one thing. Watching her current lover throw her ex on the bed and go down on him was fucking hot.

Lucifer tugged Dan's borrowed jeans and boxers down to just mid-thigh. Lucifer himself didn't strip. The scene was hotter than it had a right to be, with the men mostly clothed. The sounds coming from Dan threatened the state of her clean work pants.

Chloe didn't want to be late to work again, but it was a near thing.

Dan still had a goofy orgasm face.