Authors Note: Wow! I just wanted to say a HUGE thank you to everyone who favourite'd, followed and review the 1st chapter, I didn't plan on continuing this but because of your amazing response and very kind words, I have decided to make a collection of moments. This will be updated as and when inspirations strikes and I'd like to say thanks to samhaincat for the idea for this one. ;) Gotta admit I enjoyed writing this one hehe
Anyway enough of my rambling ;)
Hope you enjoy!
DB! Over and out!
Night had descended like a blanket across the sky. The once bright Morning Star stood a solitary figure on the sand, staring out at the waves as they crashed and roared back toward shore. The ocean reminded him of a wrathful god, the sound and motions untamed and wild. With his hands tucked into his pockets, his head tilted back he stared up at the heavens and wondered, only briefly, if his father might be looking down upon him.
As if in answer to his silent question a drip of water landed on his nose, followed by another on his cheek and then a steady patter of rain fell down and he glared at the sky.
"Wonderful. Thanks Dad." He muttered sarcastically.
He still refused to move from his spot. The water could drench him for all he cared. Unconsciously his hand drifted to rest on his stomach, to the uncomfortable sensation that had been building in his gut for the past few days. Ever since he'd learned of his mother's jail break. So in order to numb the horrifying thoughts plaguing his mind, he'd turned to his favourite bottle of scotch, actually it was more like many bottles. Unfortunately for him because of his angelic metabolism, it very hard to get wasted, so he'd had to settle for pleasantly numb.
Which in turn brought him here. Standing on the beach outside Chloe Deckers' house. He couldn't begin to fathom what it was about her that continuously drew him in. She was just a mortal like everyone else. A tiny speck in the grand scheme of things and yet he couldn't get her out of his mind. She was his first thought when he woke up, the one person he wanted to spend time with and talk to about the silly little things that were on his mind. He wanted to make her smile and laugh and elicit all other kinds of noises, he thought the last one to himself with a sly smirk.
The calming pitter-patter of rain was disrupted by a loud boom of thunder in the distance, like a beast waking after a long slumber and suddenly the drops turned into a hail of bullets. Lucifer scowled into the darkness, his mood a perfect mirror of the sky above. The cold icy rain pierced through his thin clothes, making his skin pale and sopping wet.
Over the sound of the rumbling heavens and the deafening downpour he heard her call out his name. Followed by what he assumed were some very colourful expletives.
Finally he turned to face her as she ran toward him, using her jacket as a shield against the torrent. "Lucifer? What the hell are you doing here? Get inside!"
Smiling he took a step toward her, his head dipped slightly as she tried using her jacket to cover him as well, although he didn't really see a point in her trying. He was already drenched.
Her brow scrunched up in confusion. "What are you doing?"
"What I've wanted to do for a long time."
Chloe couldn't move, couldn't even think as she lost herself in his dark eyes. He lowered his head to hers and she whispered, "So what, you're going to throttle me?"
He laughed as he kissed her. His lips slanting across hers in an all-consuming, mind-numbing, heart stopping kiss. She moaned against his lips and then much too soon she was pulling back, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Even under the downpour he could see her cheeks flush and was unashamed how proud he felt that he was able to garner such a reaction from her, especially when none of his other talents seemed to work on her.
Chloe stared at him like it was the first time she'd really saw him and with only the slightest hesitation he let down his carefully guarded walls, letting her see all of him, his fears, his insecurities, the pain he'd suffered over the millennia' and finally the need he had for her. He let it all shine through his eyes and swallowed nervously, his adams apple bobbing up and down as she slowly placed her hands on either side of his face, and the rain, the sound of rumbling thunder, it all fell away. He felt his heart thundering in his chest louder than anything mother natural could contend with and she pulled him down once more. Lucifer couldn't recall ever getting so lost in a kiss before, and found that no matter how close he pulled her to him, it just wasn't enough. The taste of her made him feel like he'd been starving, her kiss had him burning alive. Time lost all meaning and he wasn't sure if had been a minute or even an hour but he knew he'd never let her go.
When they finally parted, both their chests heaving. Chloe grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the house. He felt heavy, the weight of his soaked suit slowing him down as they got closer to her door. Lucifer wasn't sure whether to enter, didn't think he would be able to keep his hands off of her once inside, but she turned to him with a soft smile, her hair plastered to her face and clothes wringing-wet and he couldn't help smiling because he didn't think he'd ever seen a more beautiful soul.
"Let's get you out of those clothes," She said, turning away from him before he could utter something completely inappropriate.
It was even more surprising to him that he didn't utter a word, didn't even think he could. Now that he was inside her warm home, his body started to shake and his teeth began to chatter.
"Dammit, Lucifer." Chloe mumbled, framing his face with her hands. "How long were you out there?"
He managed a shrug, or at least he hoped he did. It was hard to tell with how hard he was trembling.
She pulled him into the bathroom and set him down on the toilet seat. Chloe gnawed on her bottom lip as she began to peel off his suit jacket and then turned her attention to his shirt. Her own fingers were shaking as she tried to loosen the fiddly buttons and she began to feel a little flustered because he was staring at her with those piercing eyes and he still hadn't uttered a single word since he'd kissed her outside.
Once she got to the last button, she pulled it free from his trousers and finally shed the sodden material. Chloe felt worry filling her, his skin felt like a block of ice and she was sure he was in some sort of shock. She quickly wrapped a clean towel around his shoulders, trying to soak up some of the water and keep him warm. With a smaller towel she wiped the water from his face and then rubbed it through his hair making it stick up.
"Lucifer?" she said softly. Her fingers stroking through his short, damp hair. "You're starting to scare me," she whispered. Then pressed her lips to his forehead.
That seemed to do the trick and he blinked a few times, staring up at her with wide eyes, almost like he was surprised to see her. "Chloe?"
"Yeah, I'm right here." Crouching in front of him, she took his hand and started rubbing her own up and down his arm, hoping to warm him a little. She wasn't sure how well it would work with her own hands being cold from the rain. "C'mon." She gripped both his hands and pulled him up. He wavered slightly, his whole body still shuddering.
"I can't do this without you, Chloe." His voice was hoarse, and cracked when he said her name.
"Do what?" she asked.
Lucifer bit down on his lip. Not sure how much to tell her. She still didn't believe he was the Devil and he wasn't about to get into that debate right now. "Dealing with my family," He said it so quietly that Chloe had to lean forward to hear him.
She knew from how many times he spoke of his father that they didn't have a good relationship. The fact that the man in front of her had taken on the persona of the Devil said just how much his family had affected his decisions and while she had begun to take his delusions in stride, she hated that he imagined himself as the fallen angel. She couldn't begin to understand what he'd been through but ultimately, she knew he was a good man, and her friend, and maybe, perhaps he could be more than that.
"You don't have to do it on your own, Lucifer. I'll be right here by your side. Always." Placing a quick kiss on his lips, she moved back a step and pointed toward his trousers. "Those need to come off too."
Finally he smirked at her, his eyebrow raising suggestively. "Detective, all you had to do was ask." His teeth were still chattering and he reached down to unbutton his trousers, frowning when he realised just how badly his hands were shaking. Chloe eventually batted his hands away and did it herself and then pulled down his zipper.
"Please tell me you're wearing something under there?" she queried, her cheeks starting to flush.
Lucifer just grinned in amusement and placed his hands on her shoulders to keep himself steady. He found he didn't mind showing her his weakness, knowing that this woman would never take advantage of him like that. Not like his own family, where any sort of frailty would be pounced upon and used as leverage.
Chloe pulled the soaking material down his legs and thanked god that he was wearing boxers, even though they too were wringing wet. He stepped out of them and watched as Chloe tossed them to the side, making a thwacking sound as they landed on the tiled floor. She raised a brow at the last remaining piece of clothing and sighed. Of course she'd seen him naked before, but never up so close and personal and she could feel her stomach twisting in knots and hear her heart pounding in her ears.
Taking pity on her, Lucifer pulled her back up so that they were face to face. His eyes darkening with desire but instead of taking what he wanted, he leaned in slowly his eyes closing and brushed his lips so softly against hers, that she almost thought she'd imagined it.
When he pulled away just a fraction and rested his forehead against hers, the Detective swore she saw a flash of fire in his eyes and she swallowed nervously.
"Ask me to kiss you," he pleaded in a whisper. His fingers stroking the inside of her wrists and she felt her body burst into flames.
Chloe couldn't deny this man or herself any longer. "Kiss me."
In her next breath he was silencing her with his lips, his right hand tangling in her hair and his left laid flat on her stomach and gently pushing her back against the wall.
She could feel the cold tiles seeping through her damp top. Her own arms circling around his neck and pulling him closer, her fingers pulling at the short hairs at the base of his neck.
His kiss was slow, tender but firm. His lips were warm despite the cold, his tongue flicking out to wet her lower lip, begging for entrance. When he kissed her it wasn't a kiss of love or romance, nor was it hesitant or questioning. It was one thing and one thing only; an insatiable hunger for her. He kissed her like it was all he ever wanted, like she was all he would ever need.
Chloe moaned when his lips left a trail of fire down her throat, his teeth gently nipping at her collar bone. She moved her hands down his chest and over the hard planes of his abdomen, her fingers teasing at the waistband of his boxers and she smiled when he growled against her skin.
"Chloe," he rumbled, his hands on her hips and pulling her flush against him. "Don't start something you don't intend to finish."
"Who said I didn't want to finish?" she teased, chuckling at his dazed expression.
Lucifer' eyes widened, a predatory smirk stretching across his features. He quickly discarded his boxers and stood proudly before her, delighting in the spark of arousal in her eyes and the way her lips parted, her tongue flicking out to wet her suddenly dry lips.
He helped her remove her own saturated clothing, and unable to help himself he licked some of the drops of water from her silky smooth skin. The Devil hadn't tasted anything so wondrous, in fact he thought she might be a taste of heaven on earth.
"Let's go warm up the old fashioned way, hmm?" he smiled and lifted her effortlessly into his arms. She laughed lightly, her arms curling around his neck as he carried her to the bedroom and lay her down with such care, it was as though he thought she was made of glass.
Chloe cupped his stubbled cheek, her thumb stroking his skin in soothing circles. "Are you going to warm me up now, Lucifer?" she asked with a mischievous glint in her pale eyes.
Lucifer stretched his body out on top of her, every inch of their bodies touching and grinned devilishly. "Darling, I'm going to set you on fire."
The End.
