Chloe kissed her Devil, pulling him to the bedroom. He could be late to his club, it needn't open with him there.

He followed, his hand in hers.

She closed the door with a soft click, twisting the thumb lock. He knew the game by now, smiling into her lips with hungry kisses. His hands framed her against the bedroom door, his body close. Her heart rate picked up as she tasted his lips, breaking her own strictly enforced rule at this hour with a soft moan.

Quietly.

Attract the attention of a freshly awoken Trixie and the game ended.

Her mind wandered for a mere moment at the idea of all three of them trying to not make any noise. Could they both take her and she not wake up the neighborhood, let alone her daughter? Lucifer nipped her lower lip, bringing her fully back into the now, but her thighs clenched at the thought.

Lucifer breathed her breath, touching her face, not speaking, just starting with her cheeks and letting his hands drift where they wanted to go. Long fingers dragged through her hair, stroking her neck. His flexible, nimble fingers left tingles on her skin in their wake.

She warmed, flushing under his touch. She had so many more questions about him but none of them seemed important right now. She was safe here and nothing else mattered. Nothing needed her attention more than the man in front of her.

Soft sounds came from their parting lips. Shivers ran up and down her skin as the pads of his fingers teased her back lightly. He was just the slightest bit tense and she could feel it in the way he held himself.

Why? The fear from before?

Hmmm. Maybe she should lead this dance.

He was dressed to go back to the club, but she took care of that quickly, yanking his dress shirt out of his trousers with a few quick pulls of fabric. He purred quietly, returning the gesture. His hands slipped up inside her shirt, toying with her bra strap. Just his fingertips slipped under the lace and elastic, not yet attacking the clasp. His thumbs counted her ribs with firm strokes.

With soft clattering of metal and leather, she stripped his belt out of his pants and dropped it. He pulled her to him before she got to his zipper, holding her tight to his body. She became hyper-aware of all the small places their skin touched, hot and urgent. He needed something. He reveled in her, breathing her breath. His arms crossed behind her in a tight hug and he buried his face in her hair.

She returned it, holding him, feeling the press of his warmth and hardness against her soft places. Her hollows begged for him, but she didn't push.

She already loved him but didn't know if she could say it yet, if he could hear it. Lucifer was both tiger and lamb, stalking and skittish. Hunter and prey.

Chloe pulled his face up from her neck and kissed him, pushing him back to get at his fasteners, freeing him from layers that pooled on the floor as elegantly as he moved, all long limbs and muscle and grace. Her clothes joined his.

She kissed him down to her bed, and God she would never tire of looking at him, his lines stretched out in her soft bedroom lighting. Him looking at her like she was a gift.

That thought soured her mood a bit, given what he just told her. She swung her leg over his body, his firm erection pressing up against her hips.

Her smaller body arched over his longer one, hands scooping under his smooth shoulders. She kissed his smile, lingering. His lips pulled at her neck. He finally started to relax, in his element. Apparently convinced she wasn't suddenly going to eat him alive in a literal sense. He palmed her breasts, giving each equal attention.

She brought her knees up to his sides, straddling him and leaning up again. Lucifer grinned from where he was, moving his hands down her body to grip her thighs, his eyes very dark and full of promises. She reached down between them, running her fingers over the eager length of him, his smooth hardness nestled up against her. Chloe knew she was already wet, needy and wanting him.

Then she grumbled and fished a condom out of the drawer.

He looked at her curiously.

She pointed at her hips, more or less where her ovaries were, with flat lips.

Lucifer whispered, "You haven't just dropped an egg, you know."

"Why would I know that?"

"You can't tell?"

"How?"

He shifted his palms from her thighs to her hips. "I can-" he hesitated, pinning down which sense it was that gave him this information. "Usually by smell. Your hormones are a little different. You're just a day or two from your dreaded 'time of the month.'" she forbade him from proper medical terms as much as possible.

She felt her face pinch. "Ugh. I know what much. You try bleeding for four days out of every thirty and see if you don't dread it every time. Especially with your eternal body. I'm going to have a word with your Father if I ever meet Him."

Lucifer winced. "In any case, you're well past incubating anything this month. I doubt your theory from earlier holds any water anyway. Celestials and humans don't procreate."

Something she didn't know she missed, clenched. It was probably just the monthly hormones. She didn't want another kid right now, but to not ever have one with Lucifer? For real? Not that he probably wanted one. But still. "Don't or can't?"

He looked away, slowly speaking, "...I suppose anything is possible but it hasn't happened yet, to my knowledge, with any angel."

She kept her voice low, abandoning the foil square in the drawer and deciding to shove the question in the mental box with the rest of them she wanted to ask, just not now. "Well, if there's no egg, I don't have to worry about that." She bent low, kissing his neck. "I like feeling you without anything between us."

Lucifer went back to kissing her between words, discussion already put aside. "Hmm. You do, do you? Would you like to tell me more?"

Chloe blushed. "I like to feel you all up inside me. I like, uhm.."

"Yes?" His hand moved between her legs, outside her mons, caressing in slow strokes just outside where she wanted him.

She moved her hips against him, lifting to give him room to explore her. "The way you touch me. Anywhere you touch me."

He slid his hand further back, the flesh of his thumb between her creases, one of his long fingers teasing her ass. "There too?"

She bit his neck. "It's a little dry…"

Lucifer switched hands, sucking on his fingers first. Hot and slick, he swapped out his dry fingers for wet, slowly rubbing around her tightness behind. She straightened, more stiff than she wanted to be. His fingers slowed further, not entering, just sliding back and forth with real pressure.

He kissed her, slow and thoroughly, distracting, just barely touching her with his fingertips, teasing until she wanted him to do more. She swallowed, letting him, enjoying it. She explored herself and her ass got the idea this was something pleasurable, desired. New. She wanted his face there, like he'd done to Dan.

His voice was low, "is this what you want?"

It felt good. "Yes."

The end of his fingertip pressed just inside her ass, gently.

She knew then they couldn't keep going tonight, not there anyway. "Fuck."

He froze. "Chloe?"

She touched him. "It's fine, I just know I won't be able to be quiet if you put your cock in my ass tonight."

Lucifer immediately relaxed, looking hopeful. "Hmm. May I continue playing?"

"Oh yes. But I need you in me."

"Reverse cowgirl?"

He gave her giant puppy eyes and she couldn't help laughing hard enough that she had to clap her hands over her mouth. She carefully moved, holding on to his knees instead of his waist so he could touch her back. And other things.

This was new. And fun. She sank onto him, finally feeling him. Her regret was she couldn't see his face. But that would be remedied soon. She moved with the new angle, rising and resting.

Chloe reached to touch herself, engaging everything in contact with her lover.

Lucifer kept his finger in her light, his thumb rimming her, moving with her hips. She found another advantage to this style of sex, she could reach his balls easily. Chloe took advantage of it, sucking her own fingers where he could see her face. He might have read what she intended on her face, because he twitched and groaned softly. She drew it out, swirling her tongue on her fingers like it was him. His free hand held onto her low stomach. She smiled around her fingers and popped them loose, touching his balls with slick ends.

Feeling inspired, she ran them lower.

He hissed and bucked against her, so she did it again. She'd never done this before, so she we was careful, not sure what to expect, but he gave easily. She spit into her hand and went back with more, copying his finger movements on her, under him.

Lucifer tilted his hips, letting his legs fall further open to her and she was surprised to find her fingers in him to the first knuckle or so. He clenched around her, making low sounds of pleasure as she moved.

He groaned low, moving, hitching his hips. She didn't think he was that close. Curious, she added a second finger to him, pushing. She felt something give a little more resistance, his prostate?

He growled, "yes. That. Keep doing that."

She did, at his instruction, slowly sliding her two fingers back and forth over the spot, staying slow, careful of her fingernails as he did the same, but with one digit. She almost forgot to touch herself, his strong, steady hand keeping her upright. Then she did remember, massaging her throbbing clit with a soft moan.

The whole thing, rather than pounding her senseless - which she liked too - was a rolling, rocking wave of building pleasure that broke in unexpected ways. Chloe stimulated herself to a clitoral orgasm, panting and pulsing against his hard, slick cock inside her, then he let go next, powerfully, spasming hard into her, wet and spilling.

When she wrestled to get her breath back, she prodded him with her fingers, making him buck hard against her hips again, and she could feel the base of his orgasm, rolling with her fingers.

They stayed like that, both panting and sweating until she carefully extracted herself, curling up against his side. "Oh, my Devil…"

"Indeed?" He kissed her forehead. "Shower?"

Dan's phone buzzed. It was a text from Lucifer. "Do you want to come over tonight and receive your punishment?"

He looked at the ceiling. It was late, and if he did go over, he'd likely be waking up there. Again.

What else was he doing? Checking Facebook and looking up obscure facts on the internet?

He lounged in sweats and a sleep tee. He'd have to change before going out. And pack a bag.

Only slightly against his better judgement, he sent back. "What do you have in mind?"

"Don't tell me you'd want to ruin the surprise."

Something low in his body stirred. May you live in interesting times... "as long as it doesn't involve leaving marks."

Dan could almost hear the teasing voice in his ear, and the thought alone made him shiver. Lucifer answered, "nothing visible outside your clothes, if you wish." After another second, he added, "Or none at all, I have many methods of punishment available."

One time, he and Chloe got a little carried away while trying out spanking. The red handprints didn't fade for several hours.

It was...cathartic.

That said, voluntarily showing up for 'punishment', this was still a bit outside his normal. He knew from interviewing tons of ex-lovers, that Lucifer knew what he was doing, but still.

Lucifer perhaps sensed something. He sent another text, "or save it for another time. The last thing I want is anyone to dread entering my presence."

"Maybe?" Dan thought about adding something like, 'I trust you', but it didn't seem sincere. He went with honesty. "It's all still new to me, or most of this. I know you know what you're doing, I just don't know if I am."

"Ah, I believe I've read something of this. The self-doubt not long after something pleasurable. Sometimes happened with other ex-partners. You'll find it all more enjoyable if you don't overthink it. Just consider all the wonderful sex we can still have. Now that Chloe has thoroughly laid claim to me, when else could you explore sexy Devil fun times?"

He had a point. It's not like he was even looking to date, even if Charlotte seemed possibility available. After the 'mum' thing, though...

"See you soon."

He tasted like smoke and whiskey.

Jealous eyes followed Dan and Lucifer when they cleared out of the club floor to the elevator upstairs. Even in the dim light and strobing neon, he caught any number of looks of flat-out greed.

Granted, those eyes wouldn't be on him if not for the company, but he couldn't deny it was more than a little intoxicating. Lucifer caught his hand with a charming smile and Dan self-consciously adjusted the strap on his overnight pack.

A platinum blonde woman in a short red dress crossed Lucifer's path, stalking him in six-inch heels. She reached for him like she thought she owned him, leaning up to steal a kiss. Or at least try to.

Before Dan had time to even form a protesting word in his throat, Lucifer's hand shot up, catching her wrist before she got further into his personal space. He smoothed over his initial expression of shock to that of 'club owner', thinking better of just throwing her out for no real reason. Afterall, he was used to lovely people trying to get his attention. But Dan didn't miss the outright anger that flashed.

His voice was low and harsh, unmistakably annoyed, "now, Honey. I've already told you I'm spoken for these days."

She pouted, and it wasn't as attractive on her as she thought is was. "But you're picking him," she flashed a look at Dan that wasn't completely unfriendly. "I could keep the two of you company."

Lucifer visibly sighed. "We both know you do delightful things with items in my closet. But I already told you last week my apartment isn't open door any longer."

Honey-was that her name?- dragged her painted nails down his shirt with her free hand. She ignored both his tone and half his words. "If you still have that one toy, I can do you both."

Dan winced. He swore he felt Lucifer's rising anger from where he stood a few feet away like heat from an oven.

Lucifer did not disappoint. "Darling, I suggest you find other company tonight. There are many here who will find your bedside skills tolerable."

From Lucifer, it was downright insulting. She didn't heed his warning. She put her lips on his fingers where he still had her wrist and Dan was suddenly sure his night was about to end in an arrest instead of him being the one in cuffs.

Lucifer must have felt the same, as his eyes flicked to Dan and he smiled. "Detective, I believe this woman is assaulting me."

Honey jerked back, eyeing Dan with trepidation and a longer look. He sighed but sternly flashed his badge where she could see it, but kept it low to not freak out the club in general. "You really should keep your hands off people when they don't want it."

Lucifer let go of her and she stepped back at the same time. She pointed her finger at him and her shiny red, lacquered nails reminded him of the loose claw from the crime scene. Fuck. He would have to think of that now, wouldn't he? She stuck her tongue out at Lucifer. "Your loss, sweetie."

Honey walked away, bumping hard into Dan with a dirty look. "Excuse me, officer." She vanished into the writhing crowd, and Dan wanted to get away from the pounding noise. This was not his scene.

He didn't bother correcting her as she left. He turned to pick his way toward the elevator again, but Lucifer was right there, kissing him soundly. Dan blinked, dazed. He automatically folded his arms around his slender waist, returning it. "Hmmm?"

Lucifer didn't have much height over Dan, but right there in the middle of everything, he was a tower. This was his kingdom. Every nearby eye looked over at them, drawn by his magnetic aura. The Devil answered amidst the onlookers, "I'm getting ill of people doubting my sincerity. When I say my person is of limited availability, I expect to be understood." He cupped Dan's face, bending his face to his in a kiss more passionate than lustful. If Dan had any doubt at all what he had signed up for, it all vanished and all he saw was stars.

Lucifer's tongue brushed the roof of his mouth and even the crowd and noise fell away. The sight of him attending to a patron wasn't out of the ordinary. This was different. His lips parted with a, "mine." A bare whisper, yet heard by all.

Dan shivered down to his toes, smiling and a little weak in the knees. "Yours."