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Chapter TextLate April 2016
The Epilogue of Season 1, episode 11: St. Lucifer
Chloe and Lucifer were recently on awkward terms. While working the Tim Dunlear murder investigation, Chloe had ended up in his bed, nude and soft against him after she'd complained it was too hot in penthouse bed. Lucifer couldn't help it if all fallen angels possessed 120 degree body temperature.
Lucifer remembered Chloe's pale skin, long legs and lean muscles combined with feminine curves. While she'd slept, Lucifer held her closely to him, knowing he might never have another opportunity to be so close to Chloe again. Skin against skin, he traced the lines of her body with his index finger, looking at her bare back as he did, wondering how a lovely woman like Chloe Decker couldn't have wings.
She had snuggled against him, her derriere tucked snugly against his manhood which caused an immediate erection to spring forth, pressing against her. When she turned over, he saw himself nestled against her and Lucifer inwardly groaned. "Bloody Hell, Chloe, I can't sodding do this with you."
Lucifer slowly eased himself away from Chloe's cool form, tucking the black satin coverlet snugly around her so she wouldn't catch a chill. Chloe let forth a small moan of protest in her sleep, pleadingly murmuring his name. Something Lucifer couldn't name clenched his heart and painfully squeezed until he blinked back wet emotions. Only Chloe could make him so vulnerable and raw within seconds. He hated the inconvenient human emotions that she prompted in him and he thanked the sleeping woman in his bed for bringing them to him.
After turning Chloe down against his better judgment and questionable sanity, he sat in the dark the dark that night with scotch in hand and contemplated his actions. In the dark, the moonbeams streaming through the penthouse window illuminated Chloe in a silver glow, illuminating her skin so that prisms danced along her skin and a faint aura of rose and gold surrounded her. Lucifer's eyes widened slightly when he saw the unusual gloriole outlining her in his bed.
"Oh, Father, help me understand," he muttered under his breath. "Why her?"
Of course, no answer came as Lucifer sat in the silence, feeling Chloe's presence affecting his body again. Still, Chloe brought out things in him he hadn't experienced in a long time: caring, mercy and even, forgiveness. She didn't want him for what he had between his legs or what favors he granted. She'd stated that she liked worked working with him and that he always had her back.
He remembered how he'd come to the realization of the full extent of his feelings. He sat there in the dark at Lux, drinking his Scotch when he heard his minion's high heels clicking against the marble floor as she headed for the whiskey.
"Looks like someone had a good night," Lucifer played with the switchblade in his hand. "I know bedhead when I see it."
"We're talking again?" Maze asked with a glint of hope in her eyes.
Lucifer chuckled, "Well, never let it be said that the Devil holds on to grudges."
Maze asked in a small voice, "Are we good, then?"
His dark eyes flashed silent warning. "Doesn't mean all is forgiven, mind. I mean, you'd have to do something pretty extraordinary to wipe this slate clean."
A brief silence fell between them. "Lucifer, I fucked Amenadiel."
"And that puts you in my good graces how exactly?" Lucifer asked, unimpressed and not surprised by Maze's revelation.
"Well, I thought he could help me and that's not the case. I've always been loyal to you, Lucifer. Don't you know I'm yours?"
"Yes, well, I suppose that could come in handy, especially since he just tried to kill me," Lucifer's wry reply seemed rather anticlimactic after the evening he'd experienced.
"What?!" Maze's eyes widened, the amazement genuine. She scrutinized Lucifer, looking for blood or wounds and found nothing. "Wait, you were shot?"
"Mm-hmm," he nodded.
"And you didn't bleed? How. . . ?"
"He hired a gunman. I mean, I talked the chap out of it, but then this demented socialite... I mean, it's a long story, but I survived, which is more than can be said for my Armani." Lucifer looked down at his ruined tuxedo, wiggling his index and middle fingers through the bullet holes in the fabric.
"Lucifer, I don't understand," Maze started, shaking her head in confusion. "How could you still be alive?"
"Well, that is the question, isn't it, Maze? Why is it that sometimes I'm immortal..." he gripped the switch blade and slid left palm over the blade. Opening his hand, no would or blood on either his palm or the knife's blade. He scoffed with quiet irony, chuckling. "While other times I'm all too human?"
Maze blinked several times, perplexed by the question. She took a sip of her whiskey. "I don't know."
How could he be wounded by the Detective when Dunlear's wife shot him at point-blank range and only ruined his favorite tuxedo? At Sol de Havier when the restaurant was consumed by fire, Lucifer suffered burns when he'd saved Chloe's life. "The Devil being consumed by fire, oh, the irony." He had quipped.
Only with Chloe was he all too human. Only Chloe made him this way. Chloe. "Oh, that's interesting!"
"What?" Maze asked, not understanding what he meant.
Lucifer abruptly left his half-finished scotch on the bar, but grabbed the switchblade that had fallen out of Malcolm's pocket during their last confrontation. "I need to test a theory."
"What theory?"
He turned toward her as he paused on the stairwell leading to the club's exit. "We're on speaking terms and I don't hold a grudge," he pointed the blade meaningfully at his minion. "But, tread carefully, Maze."
With that, the Devil left Lux and went to his convertible, not even bothering to open the driver's door of the 1962 Corvette. Instead, he lept over it and settled comfortably into the driver's seat. He turned on his secret guilty pleasure, the Chloe Mix, he'd had made up by DJ Annie Mac, one of the best in the City of Angels.
Chloe Decker, his detective, who was strong and precious in his sight. She was a lioness in heels and lipstick, bathed in virtue, sought justice with a pure heart as she listened to voices of the helpless. She was a woman who chose not to be hardened by tragedy or embittered by heartbreak. Chloe Decker was a being of light, guardian of the innocent whom she protected and served. A beacon of compassion among a city of the unholy, she gave others hope that, otherwise, had none. She was a warrior with a golden heart and an iron will wrapped in silk and velvet. Chloe was Lucifer's private saving Grace, an angel that donned a badge rather than possessing wings.
His Club DJ, Hannah, made an amazing mix which he affectionately called Chloe Mix and that guilty pleasure blared from the speakers whenever drove his Corvette. He knew where he was going and why, never having been more anxious. His palms left a wet sheen on his steering wheel as he pulled into the driveway at Chloe's house. He had to know if his theory was true or if it was by coincidence that he hurt only when she was near him.
He cut the engine and leapt from the car, striding up to her front door. He breathed a mental sigh of relief when he saw her lights still on, given the time of night. He repeatedly knocked when she didn't immediately answer.
She opened the door and Lucifer breathed a sigh of relief. "Lucifer, what are you doing here this time of night?"
"May I come in?" he asked, out of breath with anticipation of her answer.
"Who? St. Lucifer, the Devil or my partner?"
"You can rest assured, Detective, that St. Lucifer has retired for the foreseeable future," he assured her and Chloe motioned him inside. With his hands in pockets, he had no idea what he might say next.
"Really?" Chloe raised one skeptical brow. "I just received a text from Kyle saying that an anonymous donation went to Emmet Toussaint's scholarship fund. The sum was enough for a full ride and it came from an unidentified benefactor. Did you have anything to do with that, Lucifer?"
"Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies," Lucifer hedged. "Glad it worked out."
"Sure," Chloe gave him a glance as she shut the front door behind them. "Not convinced."
" Listen, Detective," he began.
"I-I want,' Chloe said at the same time.
"You go first," Lucifer offered.
"Where do I start?" Chloe gave a helpless shrug.
"I've always found the beginning is good," Lucifer chuckled.
"I've been thinking a lot about the other night: why I showed up drunk to your place, why you wouldn't sleep with me," she stuttered, looking down at the floor. Lucifer saw Chloe square her shoulders and inhale deeply, gathering strength from an unknown source. Her clear blue eyes finally met his gaze and she took an earnest step toward him. "I think us, whatever this 'thing' is between us, maybe it, it's more than work or friendship or even sex."
"What sex, Detective?" Lucifer scoffed. "Congratulations. You're the first woman to give the Devil blue balls."
"For you, it may be sexual attraction," Chloe sighed. "But, for me, Lucifer, it's something. . .more."
"Then, what is it, Detective?" Lucifer asked in a voice that Chloe strained to hear.
"Whatever it is, I can let my guard down with you and I can't do that with just anyone. I haven't been able to in long time," she stepped forward, laying her hand on his chest.
Lucifer fought the urge to drop the switchblade that he held in his hands behind her back and taste her sweetness for the first time. He didn't want to take her for his pleasure and show her pleasure in return, he wanted more than that but, he didn't know what to name it anymore than what Chloe did.
Chloe closed her eyes and gazed into his eyes, "You make me vulnerable and maybe, that's okay."
"Detective," at the moment of truth, Lucifer slid his closed palm along the knife's blade, hearing quiet slash of metal across flesh as it slid across his palm. Holding his hand in front of him, he saw his blood fill the crease of the cult in his palm and quickly put it behind his back. "If it's any consolation, it appears you make me vulnerable, too."
He stared at her in quiet amazement as the cut burnt with the pain and recognition that Chloe was his private Kryptonite.
Chloe looked down at the floor when she heard his admission, then saw the drops of red on the hardwood floor.
"Lucifer," she grabbed his hand from behind his back and held it closer to inspect. "You're hurt. What happened?"
"I . . ." he stared at her. "Must've cut it on something."
"You don't want that to get infected," she said, turning on the living room light. "We need to disinfect it and get it bandaged. You're coming with me."
"I assure you, Detective, I'm quite fine," he assured her. Chloe didn't listen to his denial as she dragged him to the bathroom.
Flipping down the toilet lid, she pointed and gave him a harsh command. "Sit."
"I don't need you to play nursemaid-" he protested.
"Shut up and sit," she demanded in her hardest voice. Going to the medicine cabinet, Chloe grabbed a large brown bottle and from beneath the sink, she pulled out a first-aid kit. She didn't see him close the switchblade and return it to his tuxedo pocket.
She reached for something in the medicine cabinet, held his left hand over the sink as she let cool water and soap wash over the bleeding wound.
"Bloody Hell, Woman!" Lucifer swore. "That burns."
"Good!" Chloe gave a satisfied nod. She held the clean wash cloth over the wound with one hand while reaching for the first-aid kit and pulling out some gauze. She put it on the wound, holding it firmly in place. She saw that a drop or two of Lucifer's blood landed on her skin, then seeped into it before disappearing.
Lucifer saw the same thing. He watched in silent amazement as the droplets of his blood on her hand absorbed by her skin and then simply vanished. "Chloe. . . my blood. . .your hand."
"Don't worry about it," she slapped away his right hand as she wrapped the bandaging expertly around his left palm. "You'll be right as rain in a few days. It's not deep enough to need stitches. When you get home, put antibiotic ointment on it."
Chloe turned her attention to the first-aid kit, closing it with one hand while holding Lucifer's bandage with the other. Only Lucifer saw the rose and gold aura appear from her hand when her skin touched his, silver twinkling lights appearing in the aura that felt warm and calming.
"Chloe," he said, a ragged edge in his voice.
Chloe snapped shut the first-aid lid and turned to see that look that she'd seen in Lucifer's eyes only once, maybe twice. Dark eyes gazed upon her as if she were priceless, filled with adoration and tenderness. He looked open and unguarded with only complete honesty and uncertainty in his gaze. She quirked her head to the right in silent question. His right hand came upward, gently cupping her cheek, framing her face and drew her toward him.
She rested his brow on hers, his breathing came in a ragged gasp while Chloe's quickened. Impulsively, Chloe turned her head into his palm, planting her lips there in a lingering kiss.
"Ol aziazor elasa," he murmured brokenly as he breathed in her scent of lilac and orange. He realized in that moment he meant every word as he watched the slash across his hand glow with a soft rose light that made the wound close, leaving a red mark before it shrank and vanished.
"What did you say?" Chloe asked, trying to catch her breath.
She saw him blink several times in stunned silence as he gawked at her, then at his hand and back at her. Lucifer quickly withdrew his hand from hers, perplexed by what just happened. "Excuse me, Detective, while I appreciate you being my personal ministering angel, I really must go."
"Huh?" she said, half-dazed by what had just occurred. "Where are you going?"
"We'll talk soon, Detective." Lucifer called nonchalantly over his shoulder before he slammed the door behind him, leaving Chloe sitting alone with a void in her heart that she hadn't known about before that moment.
Notes: Lucifer's personal playlist he affectionately calls "The Chloe Mix."
"Take Me To Church," by Hozier
"Crazy In Love (2014 Remix)" by Beyoncé
"A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri "
"Hurt" by Johnny Cash
"Let It Go," from Frozen as a cover by a talented male singer.
"Let It Rock," by Kevin Rudolf featuring Lil Wayne
"My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light Em Up)" by Fall Out Boy
"Sometimes It Snows In April," by Prince,
"Hallelujah" -a cover by Pentatonix, "
"Peach" by Prince
"The Walker" by Fitz and the Tantrums
"In The Air Tonight" by Natalie Taylor
"Good Girls" by Elle King.
"She Gave Her Angels." by Prince
"Love Runs Out" -One Republic.
Per an Enochian to English translator that I found on line, "Ol aziazor elasa" means "I love you."