The elevator ride up to Lucifer's apartment is excruciating. Chloe had generally expected to be thrown up against the wall and kissed within an inch of her life the second the doors closed (or possibly even before). Instead Lucifer steps behind her, barely touching her except to brush her hair over her shoulder in order to place featherlight kisses against the back of her neck, trailing across her exposed shoulder. Long fingers toy with the straps of her dress but he makes no move to undress her just yet. And she's still riding the high of her recent orgasm but she can already feel her desire growing once more. She has no idea how Lucifer can still be this calm, this in control, after an entire week of exquisite tension.

A little of his control finally slips as his teeth close around the point where her neck meets shoulder, and he bites down perhaps a little harder than he intended to. She draws in a sharp breath at the pain/pleasure of it, and Lucifer draws back to soothe the bite with his tongue in apology. But Chloe doesn't want him to be sorry, she just wants more. She reaches back to pull him against her, feeling the evidence of Lucifer's steadily growing impatience pressed against her lower back. He groans at the sudden contact, hands gripping her upper arms - whether to keep her close or prevent her from doing more she isn't sure. But after a moment his grip loosens, and his hands slide forward to cover her breasts. She grinds herself back against him, drawing out another long groan. In retaliation, his fingers seek out her peaked nipples through the thin fabric of her dress, expertly rolling them between thumb and forefinger as he presses back against her shifting hips.

It's her turn to moan, and then suddenly she can't take it anymore, twisting around in his embrace to kiss him like she had wanted to at the beginning of the ride. Only this time she's the one pressing him against elevator doors, tugging his face down to meet her lips. She can feel him smiling against her mouth, clearly pleased at this turn of events, but the moment is short-lived as the elevator dings and the doors open behind them.

They nearly fall back into the apartment but Lucifer's grace manages to save them at the last moment. He quickly reverses their positions, allowing him to lead her into the apartment without once breaking their kiss. She feels her back bump into something behind her, and she spares a thought to her Pretty Woman/piano sex fantasy, but she realizes that they're on the other side of the room, pressed up against his bookcases. More specifically, against the ladder propped up against the shelves. Lucifer's hands shift to her waist, easily lifting her onto the first rung.

They're nearly the same height now, which makes it so much easier for him to press the full length of his body against her own. She can feel the deceptive strength coiled there, and the almost unnatural heat his body seems to put out. She can also feel his hardness pressed up against her center where their hips are now perfectly aligned. Her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him deeper into her kiss and closer to her.

They remain like this for several long moments before Chloe begins pushing at his suit jacket, suddenly desperate to feel more of him. Lucifer immediately obliges, allowing the jacket to slip from his shoulders to pool at the floor behind them, and then she's tugging his shirt free from his trousers and reaching for the buttons, eager to touch the warm skin beneath.

This time Lucifer doesn't help her, and generally hinders her progress with very distracting kisses down the line of her throat. His tongue dips into the well of her collarbone just as she's struggling with the final button and she nearly pulls it clean off. Lucifer finally aids her in removing the garment, and then her hands are immediately trailing over the miles of bare skin now revealed to her. But Lucifer grasps her wrists before she can fully explore. Instead he raises her hands above her head, pressing them against the ladder rung just above.

"What...?" She breathes out in confusion, wondering why he's now stopping her from touching him.

"You'll want to hold on for this," he grins rakishly up at her, before easily sliding down to his knees. She suddenly realizes that he's also placed her at the perfect height for…

"Since we were so rudely interrupted this morning," he reminds her, as if she could have forgotten.

He allows his hands to run up and down her legs, caressing and kneading the muscles as he travels the length of them, no teasing touch this time. She realizes that her legs have already begun shaking a little, and she tightens her grip on the ladder above her. She doubts her legs will be able to hold her for long at this rate - and he's barely even touched her.

Soon his lips begin to follow the path of his hands, gently kissing the insides of her knees, the tops of her thighs, the small triangle of freckles her dress no longer covers. His hands drift higher with each pass, slipping beneath her skirt and gliding over her hips. Lucifer's fingers finally hook into the edge of her panties, drawing them down and over her legs, carefully lifting one foot and then the other so she can slip out of them.

With their removal, he leans back to gaze up at her. She expects to see another smug grin (well deserved, at least) and is surprised to see an honest smile on his face. The rare, real kind that she's already begun to think of as being just her's. She offers up a small smile in return, letting go of any feelings of nervousness as he slowly draws her skirt up over her thighs.

"You're gorgeous, darling." He states, eyes still focused on her face for all that she's now entirely bared before him.

"Thank you?" Chloe's not entirely sure how to respond to the compliment right now, but he just chuckles in response. Some of the tension of the moment breaks a little, and she allows herself to laugh as well. But her laughter is short-lived, as Lucifer bends forward to press a kiss mere inches from where she wants him most.

He then reaches down to lift her left foot up to the next highest rung, easing her leg to the side to open her further to him, even as he continues to gently kiss at her hips and belly, nosing along the crease of her thigh. The stubble along his jaw scrapes deliciously against the sensitive flesh there and she can only imagine how they both look right now - her, splayed out against the ladder, back arched in wanton display, and him, kneeling before her, head pressed temptingly between her thighs.

Her eyes flutter shut, and she bites her lower lip as the sweet torment continues. One hand drifts away from its hold on the ladder, threading through Lucifer's dark hair and gently encouraging him towards her need.

"Ah ah ah, darling. I won't be rushed. I've been waiting for months to taste you." A careful bite to her inner thigh nearly has her knees giving out, and her hand reaching back up to resume its hold on the ladder above.

She nearly slips again when he draws her dress up further, dipping his tongue into her navel and sending a another rush of heat to pool at her center.

"You know I do believe I'm really making a very good case for skirts, here." His words tickle across her belly.

"You'd make a much better case if you'd actually do something down there…" she huffs out, her need starting to overwhelm her enjoyment of his teasing touch.

"Patience is a virtue, Detective." He gently scolds with a nip to her waist.

"And so is mercy...Ah!" Lucifer of course chooses that exact moment to plunge his tongue into her folds, his firm grip on her waist the only thing that keeps her steady. Her back arches at the sensation, several unintelligible sounds pouring from her lips as her toes curl around the ladder rungs.

Chloe's uncertain whether this really is mercy - even with Lucifer now right where she wants him, he's still driving her mad. The movement of his mouth against her is setting her every nerve on fire as he runs his tongue along her inner folds, occasionally circling her clit or dipping into her entrance. She can feel his fingers digging into her hips, a rough counterpoint to the softness of mouth that only heightens the sensation. She no longer notices the ladder digging into her back and neck, her entire attention focused on the pleasure at her center.

And of course Lucifer is incredible at this, his mouth deliciously obscene against her - she'd almost be annoyed at the fact except she's clearly reaping all the benefits here. And as much as she doesn't want to feed his already inflated ego (well earned or not), she can't help the small gasps and moans that escape her as he continues, and it's only his hands at her hips that keep her from bucking up against his mouth. Her splayed leg still tries to close in, attempting to draw Lucifer even closer, but his broad shoulders keep her spread out before him. Her stomach muscles quake at his continued onslaught, the heat of his mouth and the slickness of his tongue.

When his mouth closes around her aching clit, she finally manages a single word, "Lucifer".

But then he returns to lapping at her entrance, before allowing his tongue to plunge in, causing her to cry out in pleasure. She can feel his tongue stroking against her inner walls and her muscles clench around the delicious intrusion. He moans against her sudden tightness and she can feel in rumbling through her, making her entire body shudder with delight. And It's completely wonderful but just shy of being enough, so she's grateful when he returns to her clit.

Here he continues humming against her, the gentle vibrations bringing her pleasure to new heights. She can already feel herself nearing the edge of exquisite release once more. It feels harder to breath against the sensations, her back arching almost painfully in ecstasy. Chloe's thighs are now quaking with the effort to support her, and one of Lucifer's hands relinquishes its grip on her to run soothingly along her side. This frees her hips to rock back against his heated mouth, which he skillfully meets, licking and suckling at her in perfect rhythm.

The barest hint of teeth against her clit has her crying out, but it's the feeling of him moaning against her, the pleasure he takes at doing this to her, that finally sends her over the edge. Her hands slip from the ladder to clutch at Lucifer as she shudders with the intensity of her orgasm. He holds her carefully through it all, tongue still tracing gentle circles to draw out her release even further.

She's still shaking for several minutes afterwards, sliding bonelessly down the ladder into Lucifer's waiting arms. She kisses him clumsily, moaning at the taste of herself still lingering on his lips. Chloe feels completely euphoric, joy bubbling out as laughter against his lips. She can feel Lucifer smiling back, and reaching up to brush her mussed hair from her face as he continues kissing her through her giggling.

When he sits back on his heels he draws Chloe further into his lap, and she's reminded that she's now gotten off twice and Lucifer has been almost entirely neglected here. Her giggles subside at this, and she reaches down to run shaky fingers over the bulge in his trousers. Lucifer groans into her mouth and pulls her more tightly against him. This move manages to dislodge her awkward hands and leave her bare sex pressed against the rough fabric of his pants. It's not an entirely comfortable sensation against her sensitized flesh but she finds herself grinding back against his hardness all the same.

He nearly growls at the movement, and in an instant he has them upright. Her legs are wrapped around his waist, still holding her hips against his own. She's not entirely sure how he manages this, but she's thankful he doesn't expect her to stand right now. This time he carries her further into the apartment, sharing another indulgent kiss as they finally make their way towards his bedroom.

When they reach his bed, she collapses gracelessly back against it, surprised that he doesn't immediately follow her. But he's leaning down to carefully unbuckle her sandals, freeing her feet at last (how is she even still wearing those?), before toeing off his own shoes. With this task complete he finally joins her, crawling up her body until he's grinning down at her like some predatory cat. But as Lucifer had recently demonstrated, even the biggest cats could be tamed.

And she's still loose and relaxed from before, but she somehow finds the energy to reach up and stroke along his abdomen, enjoying the way the muscles there jump beneath her touch. Both of his arms are holding him above her, giving her free rein to run her hands over all the exposed skin in front of her. She takes full advantage, trailing her hands along his sides and beautiful chest, running down the strong arms braced beside her shoulders. Lucifer is practically purring at her touch, further adding to the picture of him as some overgrown cat that she's somehow managed to domesticate. Mostly. There's still a wildness to him, but she finds she rather likes that aspect of his personality at times. Like now, when he's bending down to plunder her mouth with his own. Her own fingers slide delicately along his jaw, drawing him deeper into the kiss.

At the same time, her legs move to twist around his own, pulling them even closer and bringing their hips to meet once more. She writhes beneath him at the feeling of his length pressed to her through far too many layers, moaning into his mouth as he grinds down against her. She breaks their kiss to gasp out, "Why are you still wearing pants?"

Lucifer chuckles back, "That's easily remedied, pet."

But instead of reaching for his belt he's pushing up her dress. However, he's quickly halted by the zipper. He rolls them over to give himself better access, tugging down the zipper and slipping his hands beneath the parted fabric. Warm, broad palms run over her bare back, and she nearly melts at the touch. But they're both still wearing far too many clothes, and she can't allow this to continue for any longer. Her head falls briefly to his chest where she bites at his pectoral in admonishment, before sitting up to pull the dress over her head. Once free, she looks down at Lucifer lying below her, breath halting at the awe in his gaze. And she does her best to just let him look his fill, and not rush to cover up, but the reverence she sees there is almost too much.

"You've seen me naked before," she attempts to lighten the mood a little.

"Yes, but never when I could touch you. Never when you were mine."

Raw desire overtakes his expression of pure worship, and she feels far more equipped to deal with this. He pulls her down into another powerful kiss, turning them back over to run his hands all along her newly revealed flesh. His hands never cease for a moment, running over her belly and breasts, never staying too long in one spot. Her own hands aren't idle either, slipping over the warm flesh of his back and gripping at his shoulders. She lets her fingernails dig into the soft skin there, remembering how much he appreciated it before.

Soon his mouth is following the path of his hands, kissing down her throat and along her shoulders, nipping lightly at her collarbone. Chloe arches up against him as his lips trail along the tops of her breasts. His hands have finally slowed their wandering over her ribs, gliding up gently to cup her, pressing her upwards towards his waiting mouth. She gasps out as his lips wrap around a tight nipple, pulling it into his heated mouth and laving it with his tongue. The other he delicately rolls between his fingers, switching occasionally, never neglecting either.

In the midst of her pleasure, her legs draw up further, feet coming to his waist to push at his pants which he's still somehow wearing. But his belt is getting in the way, and she sighs in frustration. Lucifer hears this and pulls away from her chest to look down at her.

"Tell me, Detective, what is it you most desire?" He grins.

It comes out very differently than when he's interrogating suspects, or even when he's attempting to use his 'powers' on her, but it's no less maddening now. Her answer comes out rather forcefully. "For you to get on with it!"

"So bossy," he grins cheekily. "I love it!"

But he's quick to obey, slipping off his belt as she goes for the fastenings of his trousers. Within moments she frees him from his pants, grasping his impressive length in her hands. Lucifer's head drops to her shoulder with a groan as she begins carefully stroking him, learning the shape and feel of him. Her thumb rubs over the tip, and he shudders against her. Chloe suddenly can't wait to have him inside her.

She nearly whimpers when he draws back from her, but it's merely to slip fully out of his pants - she certainly appreciates the sight of him full naked before her - and to grab a condom from the nightstand. "I don't believe the world is quite ready for the anti-Christ just yet..."

She rolls her eyes as he tears the foil and slides on the barrier, before she tugs him back down with her and draws him into the cradle of her thighs. She can feel him slipping against her slick heat, occasionally bumping against her clit, but she needs more. She pulls Lucifer closer, and he seems takes the hint, grasping his length to guide it against her entrance. But he simply holds it there, leaning back to gaze down at her for several long moments before he moves against her.

She moans at the unexpected tenderness of his expression as he slides into her at last, reveling in the delicious stretch of him filling her. When he's fully sheathed, he pauses, allowing her to get used to the feeling of fullness. His hand reaches up to push her hair back from her face, eyes never leaving her own for a moment. It nearly overwhelms her, the affection held in his gaze and the sensation of him fully inside her at last.

After a while, she can can feel her inner muscles begin to flutter around him, and this seems to be enough to encourage him to finally move. His pace is leisurely at first, the slow drag of him against her slick inner walls creating sparks of electricity that fill her entire body. Her own hips slowly begin to rise up and meet his, building a steady rhythm between the two of them.

Even though she's already come twice within the past couple of hours, she can feel her need building once more. It doesn't help when Lucifer's hand slips between their bodies, thumb moving expertly against her clit and stoking her desire even further. She feels utterly wanton beneath him, writhing against him and demanding more.

Lucifer only encourages this need, angling his hips perfectly to hit that spot inside her that has her nails digging deeper into his back. There will definitely be scratches there tomorrow. Her mouth is pressed against his shoulder to muffle the sounds she can't seem to stop, but a particularly deep thrust has her biting into his shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark. Lucifer is clearly pleased by her reaction, and thrusts again. But she has already released his shoulder and her cry rings out loudly in the room. "Yes! Lucifer!"

Her own name, her real one, along with a number of endearments are breathed into her neck in his perfect rumbling accent. She had always imagined a lot more innuendo and dirty talk from him but this is so much better. She feels cherished, even loved, as the words pour out against her skin.

But as much as Chloe just wants to live forever in this moment, they're both growing more desperate. She can feel his pace already growing more frantic as the pleasure mounts between them. Neither of them is going to last very long.

Their rhythm grows rapidly, both of them begin to move feverishly against one another. Chloe grasps Lucifer so tightly against her his hand barely has any room to move, but it's enough just to have the barely there circles of his thumb, his sweat-slick skin sliding against her own.

She can feel it as her release finally comes upon her, starting at her toes and working its way up until she's shattering around him. She nearly blacks out with the force of it, and she can feel her inner muscles contracting around Lucifer's length still moving inside her. He doesn't last much longer, his rhythm faltering as she clenches around him. He gasps out her name as his control finally slips away, groaning as he comes.

He tries not to collapse onto her afterward, but Chloe can feel his muscles trembling with the effort to continue holding him above her, and tugs him down on top her. His full weight on her, pressing her down and enveloping her, is actually kind of nice. Her body feels loose and exhausted in the best possible way, and it's flattering to know that Lucifer is in much the same state right now. She holds him in her embrace for what feels like hours, but realistically could only be several minutes.

"So, about this promise of twenty four hours…" Chloe can't help but tease.

"Give a man a few minutes to recover." He groans against her neck. "And then I'm all yours."

"You're already all mine, and I think I kind of like you like this." She smiles. "Besides, I'm not sure I could handle twenty four hours right now."

He manages to lift his head with some effort to look her over with concern. "Are you alright? I hope I didn't…"

"You were perfect." She reassures. The risk of inflating his already overblown ego is worth it for the way he beams down at her.

"It seems we'll both have to work up to it. You are an unexpected delight, Chloe Decker." Her own pride swells at his words and clear satisfaction.

Finally, he finds the energy to shift his weight off of her and lie back, pulling her along with him to lay across his chest. She allows herself to just enjoy being curled up together like this for several more moments, before risking a glance at the time. It's nearly nine already. She's not sure she's ready to return to the real world just yet, but she knows she needs to soon.

"So what now? Where do we go from here?" She chances to ask, not entirely sure what comes next for them. But Lucifer just looks down at her with an indulgent smile.

"Well I was thinking I might stop by and make breakfast for you and your offspring tomorrow morning. Wouldn't want you going hungry now that you've been so spoiled."

And she can't help but smile back, letting out a breath she didn't realize she was holding before curling deeper into his chest and relaxing against him.

"I think I'd like that."