Early February 2016

Lucifer sat alone in Lux after his most recent appointment with Dr. Martin. He swirled slowly the amber liquid in his Scotch glass, watching it eddy, reminding him of the emotional vortex where he found himself prisoner. He inhaled deeply of the strong spirit, tapping another Morley out of his pack, packing the tobacco tight by tapping the filtered end on the black granite bar. He thought about crumpling the half-empty pack in his fist and throwing it into the rubbish can less than five meters away. The good Detective cared nothing for the smell of cigarette smoke and more than once forbade him to light up in her car while working a case.

With lighter in hand, Lucifer slowly lit the Morley, inhaling deeply on the first drag as the blue smoke wafted around him. Taking another slow swig of good double malt scotch did little to take away the memory of the Doctor's words from their last session before he shagged her senseless, leaving her on her stomach with a large grin on those pretty pink lips. Yet, even while riding the Doctor, it was Chloe who strangely occupied his thoughts.

"Last we spoke, you were bothered about feelings of humanity," Linda had said with such prim and proper propriety, shaking her head as if to ward off the naughty thoughts dancing inside her naughty mind.

"I was, yes, but I have good news for you on that front. I'm healed." Lucifer answered, flashing the Doctor a charming smile.

"Is that so?"

"Yes," he assured her. "Yes, back to my normal, devilish self. No pesky empathy to be found. I'd kick a puppy if one waltzed by." Lucifer gave a quick chuckle. "I'm joking. Puppies don't waltz."

"You like to hide insecurity in humor, don't you?" Linda's eyes pierce into his soul, if he possessed one, never letting go her aggressive line a questions. Lucifer remember how he felt less confident and slightly put upon by her vexing inquiries.

He chuckled, rolling her eyes at the preposterousness of her supposition. "I don't have insecurities."

"Everyone does, Lucifer."

"You never let up for a moment, do you, Doctor?" he asked, growing slightly impatient with her obsession with his supposed insecurities. Oh, bullocks! He thought how he might as well play along if he were to make any sense of what was becoming of him. She leaned forward, as if in issuing a challenged. Lucifer liked. Oh, indeed, he found her challenge interesting. He returned her gaze, sitting upright and gave an exasperated sigh. "Very well. I'll play your game. What do you think I'm insecure about?"

"That you are changing, but that you don't know what's causing the change," Linda studied him for a moment. "Or who."

He knew "the who" was Chloe. What perplexed and vexed him beyond imagining was "the how" and "the why." His beloved, but meddlesome, brother had provided the answer that made it all so obvious; why hadn't he seen it earlier? Amenadiel, for all of his little brother alpha-angel posturing and self-righteous blustering, for once, said something useful.

"You can't see it yet, can you, Brother?" Amenadiel asked, amazement lacing his words.

"See what?" Lucifer replayed the memory and the words again in his head, not understanding why he hadn't caught on before that moment as he sat alone in Lux, days later, trying to piece together all of the pieces of Father's puzzle that made the picture of Chloe.

"You saved a human life, Lucy," Amenadiel said, following his elder brother until he stood only a few feet from him. "You did it simply because you care about that detective."

Lucifer scoffed in denial at the ludicrous notion that Amenadiel proposed. Except now, in the dimness of Lux with the shades drawn with only solitude for company, perhaps, his brother's suggestion hadn't been so absurd after all.

"You're changing."

"My life is change," Lucifer moved from the bar to the piano sitting in the middle of the club, stray beams of sunlight poked through the closed shades covering the windows. The smell of strong Scotch and cigarette smoke filled his nostrils, making him feel alive and connected to the realm of sensuality and desire, of vexation and wonder. "The same thing over and over: that's your boring motto."

"True," Amenadiel agreed, making no attempt to deny the statement. "However, you're usually the one controlling the change, Lucy, but not this time. Now, does that scare you? It should."

Bloody Hell! Lucifer slammed downed the Scotch glass with such force that it shattered against the sable finish of the baby grand, glass shards flying everywhere, and scratching the expensive finish on Lucifer's favorite pastime.

Being on Earth hadn't changed him with such veracity until he met Chloe Decker. She was the source of all the chaos and disorder occurring around him. He loved both and the excitement that accompanied them, but not when he was neither the source nor the director of said mayhem. Amenadiel had known about his saving the Detective's life when he hadn't seen his brother in some time. How could he have known unless it was Amenadiel who had manipulated things allowing Chloe to be shot or someone else had allowed it to happen?

Father.

Lucifer's eyes burned, the heat causing the streams of Scotch on his hands to steam and evaporate. Had anyone seen him at that moment, the vision of flashing crimson eyes and the rage manifesting in his expression would have driven mad any poor human that was unlucky enough to view it..

So, Father was behind it how? How did Chloe tie into this? Was she another angel waiting to help bring him to his knees. No, Lucifer knew all of his siblings and not one of them looked like Chloe Decker.

"You saved a human life, Lucy. You did it simply because you care about that detective. . ."

He hadn't been able to save Delilah, but he had been there in time to save Chloe: the one upon whom he had no affect and the one who endlessly vexed him. She was a delicious mystery that fed his curious mind and he simply had to know more. Yet, he found it frustrating that she invaded his life in the most inconvenient moments, including his less-than-spectacular orgasm after spending a delightful afternoon with Dr. Martin.

He simply had to know more about the Detective, her motivations and desires. Wasn't he Lucifer Morningstar, after all? Desire was his forte and he had to find out more about her. She made his life more interesting than it had been in thousands of millennia. Those innocent clear blue eyes haunted every thought when he tried to slide into Linda or complete his ride on that , Rico, who had been part of a less-than-spectacular Devil's threesome.

He wondered if Chloe would be silent beneath him or if she'd squeal like Linda. Would she have a kink for a bit of buggery or was the romantic, traditional type? How did Chloe Decker work her way into his psyche and make him feel? Make him care? Make him want to beg to let him find out every secret about her?

How did Chloe figure into Father's plans and how was a mere human able to affect him so profoundly? He found it positively thrilling and he didn't plan on letting Chloe Decker out of his life anytime soon. He found a delightful new enigma to keep him amused for the time being. She made him feel unquestionably intoxicated with an emotion that he couldn't name. She came first in his thoughts during music, during sex and now, even now, she affected him. He had to find a way to keep her in his life and figure out her part in Father's grand design. Not know knowing what was coming next with her was exhilarating, but Bloody Hell! What did he do with Chloe Decker? The only answer that came to Lucifer was, Chloe, stay. Please, good Detective.

He needed to be around Chloe to feel alive, but Lucifer decided he'd ponder the mystery another time. Lucifer ached for a quality personal time in the shower with a strong grip and a good wank with thoughts of Chloe beneath him, above him, in front and behind him. He would make himself indispensable.

To Be Continued…...