Chloe pulled a 'Lucifer.'

She slowly woke up pressed to a warm, naked body, facing a broad, muscled chest. She wasn't sure which lover she cuddled in the pre-dawn. His arm curled up under his pillow, softly breathing over her head. The other arm folded over her middle, lying over and past her limp and heavy on her ribs.

It was a little exciting to wake up this way.

She took some time to luxuriate in his scent. Her sense of smell told her who it was, but she pretended she wasn't sure. It was more fun this way. She pulled up the sheet to her shoulder, trying to settle again. Her hand clenched a little, encountering more hot bare skin.

Mmmmmm.

The early morning light didn't let her make out skin tone, whether it was the paler coloring of her Devil or the darker tan of her ex-husband. She snuggled her head up carefully into a jawline and her hair caught on scruff. Dan didn't grow facial hair. She pressed her face into him, smelling him. He had a natural scent that differed from Dan, still male but with a unique warmth that was his. It wasn't something she'd paid attention to until after dating a few guys, but all men were a little different, with unique characteristics.

The long arm tightened around her, holding her close, their bodies almost uncomfortably warm. Almost.

Sleepily, her hands slid along his backside, tracing up long, lean muscle and smooth skin. Her fingers bumped into feathers and the anchoring flesh. Absurdly soft, short feathers bridged the connection from skin to wing. She blinked, peering up. Lucifer still slept, breathing deep and easily. One white feathered arch spanned back and over the side of the bed, draped limply. She reached further under it, between the wings, encountering another warm body.

Chloe pulled up enough to peer over Lucifer's shoulder. Dan lay curled in the opposite direction, having pulled the fully open wing up over his shoulder, his sleep brain mistaking it for a very heavy blanket. Tufts of fluff brushed against his cheekbone, moving lightly with his breath. The other wing lay folded up, resting under the first, the waves and bulges vaguely outlining the tucked wing and Dan on his side. She wondered if she could convince Lucifer to sleep on his stomach so they could each get one.

She mulled over what they talked about last night in her head.

How could she consider denying Dan this aspect of whatever this was now? Mind-blowing sex aside - and she had no intention of kidding herself that achieving her five orgasms between them wasn't earth-shattering - What she requested on a whim seemed almost perfect. She lightly touched Dan's waist, Lucifer's lean form making it easy to reach. Dan didn't budge.

If she'd fallen asleep between them, she would have roasted to death.

Her ex slept relaxed, his face slack in sleep. She probably needed to stop thinking of him as 'her ex'. Could she go back to keeping Lucifer all to herself again? After waking up like this, could she deny Dan a future wing blanket? She could see asking for space with Lucifer from time to time, but could the date thing work?

Lucifer would certainly enjoy having a ready and willing partner when she didn't feel like putting out during her god-awful periods. Even ass play didn't sound appealing when she spent days medicated and crampy.

But then there are partners and partners.

With this revelation though, there could be no one else she'd trust. When the concept was simply 'wear him out,' there were a few people who could have worked, maybe. Well. Before she found out his refractory period was actually due to celestial status, and no number of people would actually be 'enough'. He did try to tell her he didn't need anyone else, and he didn't outright lie about 'wants vs needs', nor would she want him too. If she had invited someone more random, she'd be insecure. She didn't know if she'd be jealous, but Lucifer clearly wasn't. He reveled in her multiple crashing peaks, her enjoyment of sex. He probably already plotted ways to give her more between them.

Not that he needed the help. But damn if he wasn't right about how much fun multiple multiple partners were. Between them. Dan had done wonderful things to her needy sex, barely nervous at eating her out in front of Lucifer, or at least not showing it. She wanted it and he basked in her desire fulfilled. She didn't know if Dan had more recent practice or if her brain just mis-remembered how damn good he was. His attention to...detail. He had years of intimate experience with her, fiery and consuming at first, tapering off later.

Their first night together happened after a night in a bar, frantic and hot. He made her waffles in the morning, standing bare chested in the small kitchen, making her roommate jealous. She knew then she was going to keep him. She didn't know it wouldn't be forever one way or another.

At the same time, if Lucifer wasn't who he was, she would very much question his enthusiasm at witnessing her fall apart over Dan, his face slick and rashed with her need.

The real secret to his sexual stamina being that he was actually Lucifer didn't make the problem of exhausting him go away, but it did make it more interesting. She might need a spreadsheet.

She snorted to herself, now fully awake. Her hand stroked Dan's hip, naked and hot under her fingers. She resisted the urge to turn over, kissing Lucifer's neck lightly instead. He shifted, not yet awake, wide, spread fingers moving up to her butt.

She still didn't know what it all meant. Right now, it meant he wanted to be with her. Outside of that? The question was much easier to avoid when the Divine didn't rest in your arms, holding you tight.

The Divine had a very nice ass.

Chloe slipped her touch from Dan to Divine butt, feeling his muscular curves. She found the little divot at the top of his ass, where it became hips and backbone. Light, electric feedback teased her fingertips, real or imagined. Moving up, she couldn't resist stroking the small soft feathers, smoothing them gently. He purred in his sleep like a giant house cat, left arm fully enclosing her. She thought about the scars he used to have. About Dan thinking Lucifer could be an alien instead of an angel.

She thought about the fact Trixie didn't act surprised. An innocent child had no fear of him, or the great white wings.

The alarm had been set but hadn't gone off yet. The sky was still mostly dark. They probably had a few hours yet before work. She was sleepy but not wanting to go back to sleep, Lucifer's breath in her hair. The false-light of pre-dawn always felt magical. If she went to sleep again, she'd wake up and have to get ready for work. She watched the slow rise and fall of his chest instead, pretending time wasn't passing. Staying in this moment suspended in time, trying to will her breaths so they were opposite his and starting to fall asleep again because his were much slower than her wakeful breathing.

His mouth worked in his sleep, his soft lips tasting her forehead before settling down again, long hard movements against her body that did things to her ovaries even in his sleep.

The man in a full three-piece suit did things to her ovaries. Nude and in his arms, the battle was lost before it even began.

Chloe finally turned over, shifting arms under her pillow and pressing her butt up against Lucifer's hips and- oh. The Devil groaned, hard and hot against her ass. His hand on her waist moved to cup her breast, thumbing across her nipple with a light brushing pinch. She found herself responsive, flexing and stretching along every part she could touch.

With a muffled flutter and a slight jerk, she knew the wings had been tucked back away. She felt Lucifers quick wince as Dan grumbled in half-sleep at his loss of feather blanket. He must have been hanging onto it when Lucifer withdrew them from grabby hands. Dan sought a new heat source, promptly flopping over and big-spooned Lucifer, wrapping an arm around his waist, a few fingers coming to rest on Chloe. Lucifer hissed low, waking up further and moving in response to something-

Oh. Dan must have morning wood too. She recalled a fun morning or two much like this one, minus a third party. Chloe's heartbeat picked up. Lucifer smiled against the back of her neck, reaching up to pull her hair away from her face and draping it back over her pillow. He smelled her hair, kissing up from her neck to behind her ear, making her shiver. She tilted her head and arched a little toward him. Lightly wet, his tongue dragged in her ear crease, heating breath sweet even in the morning. His hand squeezed her breast a little more firmly, trailing lower down her stomach. She sighed into him.

Dan reached between them, sleepily tucking his hand low on Lucifer's waist, over his abdomen and lower. She heard his breath quicken, Dan's knuckles brushing her ass and finding a hard cock in the way. He made another noise that shot straight to her groin, wrestling his free hand between them to grip Lucifer properly. She felt the back of his hand flex, Lucifer's tip at her ass crack. The bed shifted some, Dan moving the full length of his body against their Lucifer sandwich.

So much for sleep.

She heard rather than saw Dan's lips on Lucifer's neck. She stretched her body, dragging her toes on his shin, relishing the feeling of his sparse happy trail on her lower back, his chest resting against her shoulders, sleep-warm and lightly sticky from her own overnight sweat.

Lucifer rocked against her, from Dan's urging hips. He moaned delightfully, adding, "Good morning to you too, detectives." His lusty, sleep filled voice, already normally sexy, dove to her groin and took up residence.

Chloe twisted in place, reaching to peck him on the lips, scooting up a few inches. Her wiggling made a little space for Dan to explore in. She smiled into the kiss, not quite on her back, touching his face. "Good morning, consultant." She joined her hand to grip above Dan's, fist to fist. Her smaller hand covered the rest of his eager length, thumb sweeping his tip, pulling another happy sound from him. Lucifer's hips moved again and he broke the kiss with a growl. He twisted enough in place to kiss Dan, who returned it with mounting appreciation. Chloe kissed his collarbone, sweeping her tongue in to taste him and his tangy night sweat. Lucifer moved his hand from her to Dan's bare hips, then fondling his length in turn. Dan reached under Lucifer's pillow to lightly touch her neck. She shivered pleasantly. Lucifer's voice dropped low and commanding. "If you aren't planning on doing something with that, Detective, you better have a bucket of ice hiding somewhere close by.."

Dan's agreement came muffled against Lucifer's lips. The bed moved threw off the sheets, kicking them off the bed. Dan leaned away, stretching for something. She peeked back, clenching her thighs when Dan managed to snag the lube, squinting a good amount on his fingers. He bit his lip a little at whatever he saw in Chloe's face and hesitated a second.

She smiled. "This is my 'oh my Devil, please fuck him' face."

Dan moved quickly, slathering himself. Lucifer lifted his leg, reaching back to help out. Judging by the blissful expression on Dan's face, it involved helping distribute the lube. Lucifer kissed him again, letting go and returning some lube to his own thickly hard erection.

Chloe wet her lips, helpfully urging her ass against him. Lucifer chuckled. "You have to go to work soon. Trust me when I tell you first time anal right before your shift probably won't be fun for you later."

"How about you play with my ass a little and just fuck me?"

Lucifer slid a lubed finger behind her as instructed. Without warning, he gasped hard, tensing up from head to toe.

Dan stopped, his hips in line with Lucifer's and a finger or two halted in motion. "Are, uh, you okay?"

"We haven't...fucked me with Chloe present. I wasn't expecting it to...sting. Or be so.. cold."

"Do you want me to stop?" He looked and sounded concerned and Chloe had to smile a little at his worry over hurting him. Was this really the first time he'd had something in his ass with her around?

"Dear...whatever, no. I'm not used to telling anyone to go slow on me. You're lovely, Daniel. I'm used to this, just not...this."

"Sure." Dan shifted his hips away a little, working with only his fingers, a guilty expression on his face, and moved slowly. "Tell me if you need something different, okay? I haven't put in more than two fingertips."

Chloe was torn between really wanting a cock in her and watching them, fascinated. She knew what he looked like when he was really in pain, and this wasn't it. Lucifer breathed deliberately, steady and...somewhat uncomfortably. She ran a finger over his scruff and neck, his pulse had picked up a little. His jaw was tense. She tilted his head to her and kissed him. He started to relax again immediately, breathing harder through his nose.

Lucifer let go of Dan's hip, touching her face. She caught his hand and kissed his palm, tasting his skin. A little sticky lube on his fingers. She licked his fingers, him watching her. Dan's other hand brushed the back of his neck, making him shiver between them. She sucked his fingers one by one, then his pointer and index at the same time, licking the inside of his knuckles. He made pleasing sounds, Dan timing his sliding fingers slowly with her sucking.

The slow but building pace gave her time to watch Lucifers face, his head tilting back and rolling against masculine fingers, eyes closed. Even without the makeup, his eyelashes were sinfully full and thick. He really was beautiful.

Lucifer resumed his explorations of her, taking his hand back. She reached and gripped his shaft again, earning an almost non-vocal groan. His finger brushed the outside of her asshole, slick with her saliva. Not entering, just massaging, touching her with the pad of a single fingertip to play with her. She moaned.

Lucifer hissed, all motion pausing for a split second. Then he growled, "More, Daniel."

Dan moved, pulling his fingers out with a soft sound, replacing them with himself, shallowly. Lucifer moved, making an absolutely glorious sex noise.

Lucifer extracted his hand, urging her hips flat against him, his throbbing cock seeking her. Soaking wet now, she opened her legs and let him in, bending for better access. He made an unearthly sound that reverberated through her. He had a hard time not just thrusting into Chloe, but it would make him loose some of Dan's depth. He compensated by palming her lower abs, holding her hard and tight against him.

Dan shifted again, rolling his hips into Lucifer, pumping him into her. He moaned, reaching across Lucifer for her clit. Then they both were.

Holy fuck.

Lucifer pushed into her, moaning delicious noises, driving her to her edge quickly. Dan fingered Lucifer's cock where he drove into her. Pumping a little harder.

"Daniel, I would very much appreciate it if you could fuck me properly now."

Dan gave a single hard pump, ripping another breathy sound from her throat as Lucifer cascaded into her from between them. She bit her lip, clenching. "Oh my- yes. Keep doing that."

Dan shifted his trapped arm out from under his head, bracing himself against the headboard.

Lucifer held his breath.

Dan slid hip to hip, thrusting harder and steady. He had to do most of the work, but he seemed to be up for it, having to let go of her to keep them more or less together, holding her at the waist. Once he worked himself flush with Lucifer, Dan wrapped his upper leg over both of his, holding him for leverage. The longer, deep, rocking thrusts transferred to Chloe, earning Dan a joint, simultaneous moan.

Taking it as encouragement, he kept it up with long slow rolling penetration that worked to everyone's benefit. Chloe whined. She reached up to find something to brace herself on too, but the headboard wasn't at a good angle. The stone wall just past the headboard was. She picked a rounded extrusion and held it, pushing back against Lucifer, so neither of them would have to work quite as hard. Lucifer gasped, moving his hips between them with a lurch that moved all of them.

She bent at the waist for depth, curling one of her legs back to hook a foot. "Fuck."

She surprised herself, coming first with a panting cry. Hard, wet and throbbing around him, pulling him into her in pounding contractions. Lucifer pressed down on her clit, drawing out her crashing climax. She panted, running out of breath. "Don't stop. Fuck me."

Lucifer moved his hand to her abdomen, holding her against him still. She gripped his thigh, keeping him deep within her. Dan sucked in a harder breath, fucking Lucifer deeply. Tense and stiff, his hips tightened behind her, his thrusts getting erratic. Lucifer stopped any attempt at a rhythm, riding out Dan, wound tight and groaning. He started to arch, Dan throwing his arm around Lucifer's chest, increasing his speed.

Chloe felt his body tense, her satisfying, ebbing flutter gripping his hot, slick erection. Sweat broke out between them and she knew he was very, very close. She twisted in place again to touch Lucifer's face. His half-lidded eyes focused on her. She smiled into his frantic, hungry kiss, turning to grip his hair, then she pulled her lips back after a scant moment. "Come for us."

He did. Shuddering hard, his grip on her shaky and possessive, spilling into her, filling and hot and pounding into what was left of her lingering satisfaction. Flooding her with heat, fluids working around and down him.

Dan held back valiantly, giving a few more thrusts and coming with a hard grunt. He puddled himself against Lucifer, breathing on his neck, kissing it.

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Dan smelled like Lucifer's favorite lavender soap, but at least he wore his own clothes again. Having a tall person to scrub your back in the shower made for a nice morning. That person having the strength to really dig in with an added shower massage threatened their entire schedule to get to work on time. Plus, standing in a glass-walled shower bigger than his whole bathroom back in his apartment - well, there were several new things that happened recently.

He swung by his place to change first, and being in a very good mood, picked up boxes of donuts on the way to work. That mood soured a bit when the first face he saw was Pierce's, reminding Dan they hadn't actually talked about that aspect of work. He wondered again how the guy got into police work in the first place without someone noticing the guy was...you know, immortal. Lucifer had the dubious benefit of having spent most of his time in Hell, and not recognizable.

That was something else too, Maze commenting on how Lucifer looked. Dan shook it off. They were at work,; one insanity a time.

He avoided Pierce on his trip to the breakroom, but the Lieutenant seemed to sense something was different about him.

Lucifer didn't help by catching him as he came back out of the room, planting a firm kiss on Dan. Dan didn't help by not exactly running away either.

Pierce looked sharply at Chloe, but she didn't happen to be looking in their direction at the time.

Ella had happened to be looking in their direction and her jaw was on the floor.

Dan extracted himself with a blush. "Let's keep the PDA to a minimum at work, okay?"

"Hmmph."

"I have to talk to Ella before she blows a gasket."

Lucifer brightened, turning to spot her across the way. "Oh, I can help with that. Ella! darling-"

Dan waved frantically. "Not in the middle of the bullpen!"

Pierce closed in and eyeballed them. "Not what in the middle of the bullpen? Espinoza? Do you two need a trip down to HR?"

Oh. Shit. "Lucifer, whatever you are about to say, do NOT say it."

They had Chloe's attention now. She looked up from her desk, from Dan to Lucifer to Pierce then looked like she was considering crawling under her desk, probably sensing whatever it was Lucifer was about to blurt out.

The Devil reconsidered. "Daniel was bloody marvelous in bed this morning?"

Dan's throat ran dry and his stomach dropped. "What? What were you going to say then?"

Chloe dropped her forehead to her desk, softly.

"Lovely morning, Lieutenant, I hope we have some progress on those murders? Or did you mean to Ella? Oh, that's what you meant, wasn't it?"

Pierce looked like he ate a lemon. "Espinoza, please, just...go do something. Lucifer?"

Lucifer smiled gamely.

Chloe thumped her head on her desk lightly. Dan shifted, not quite exiting.

"Yes?"

"Are you and Decker...not a thing now?" Pierce appeared to be trying to figure how to not to look like an immortal talking to another immortal.

"Oh, we most definitely are."

Pierce's eyes lasered into Lucifer. "I hope you know what you're doing."

"They seem to think so."