Authors Note: And here is another one ;) you ladies are insatiable lol but I guess I do enjoy writing these dirty little stories...thank you all for taking the time to comment, really makes my day that I can make you smile on a bad day :)

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Chloe stormed into the showers once they arrived back at the precinct, she didn't even give Lucifer the chance to open his mouth and speak, just held up her hand and told him he could either wait for her to shower and get clean or he could make his own way home.

The Devil stood shaking with anger, but seemingly unable to vent in the way he wanted to. He didn't think the LAPD would be happy with him if he brought down their building in a fit of rage. Some times that woman made him so bloody mad. She'd almost been injured tonight and it was only with his quick actions that she escaped unscathed, and yet she was pissed at him. He really didn't understand humans, especially her.

If anything she should be thanking him. It wasn't like he meant to throw her in to the open dumpster, he was just trying to get her out of the line of fire. They'd gotten lucky as the criminal's gun jammed and while Lucifer took care of him, Chloe was busy dragging herself out of the garbage.

Maybe it hadn't been wise to mention the awful smell, but he couldn't help it if he had a very powerful sense of smell and the stench had made him want to gag.

Now only his hurt and anger were at the forefront of his mind. He couldn't understand why she hadn't at the very least thanked him for trying to save her. Once again he'd put her safety above his own, which was saying a lot for the Devil who didn't put anyone but himself first under normal circumstances. But once again he was reminded that anything that happened with Chloe Decker was far from normal.

With his hands clenched into fists, he started walking toward the showers. He was going to give her a piece of his mind. He'd tell her exactly what he thought of her. Ungrateful mortal, thinking she could lead him about by his nether regions.

He was the Prince of Darkness, the ruler of hell, Satan, the Lightbrin- oh. His train of thought derailed instantly when he saw her. He paused at the entrance to the communal shower room and was certain that his heart was about to beat right out of his chest. His gaze darkened, his breathing quickened and he bit down on his lip to keep himself from saying anything and simply watched her.

It was obvious that she didn't know he was there or he would be getting an ear full, or perhaps she'd even shoot him again. The Devil didn't think he'd witnessed anything so utterly sinful in all his life. He watched as the water flowed down over her curves and then she was running her fingers through her hair and he got a perfect view of her naked body. He could feel himself harden just at the sight of her.

All too soon she was turning the water off and wrapping a towel around her. He decided now was a good time to show himself.

Chloe paused mid-step when she saw him standing there. Pushing down her irritation that he'd decided to stay instead of just heading back to Lux.

She felt his gaze roam over her body like a physical touch. Something shone deep in his eyes, and she wanted to groan, recognising the glow of lust aimed at her. She bit her lip and forced herself to keep her hands at her side. The towel feeling woefully inadequate when faced with his piercing stare.

She could practically see the struggle waging within him. When his whole body shifted, becoming something tense and dangerous, her mouth went dry but she refused to back away from him.

Her fingers reached up to make sure the towel was still securely wrapped around her body. Not that it would do much against him.

"Say you're sorry." His voice was low and dark as he watched her.

She snorted. "For what?"

His eyes narrowed dangerously. "I have never met a more ungrateful human in all my life. I saved you and yet you are mad at me for some reason." He took a step closer. "Why don't I affect you, Detective?"

Chloe put her hands on her hips and glared at him. "I don't have time for this Lucifer."

He took another threatening step forward. "What makes you different? Hmm?"

She didn't react, just stood her ground. Knowing deep down that he would never hurt her, but at the same time couldn't stop a shiver running through her at the predatory glint in his dark eyes.

He stopped inches from her, his head cocked to the side as he stared down at her with those piercing eyes and Chloe found she could barely draw in a breath.

He suddenly seized her with an iron grip that made her cry out, more in surprise than anything else, but her groan was smothered by his lips crashing against hers. Teeth and lips nipped and sucked their way down her throat until she was frantically grasping at his shoulders and pulling him back up so she could kiss him again, with all the fire, anger and lust rushing through her veins.

His large hands settled on her lower back and yanked her flush against him. All the hard planes of his body pressing against her. With two quick strides he had her pressed painfully against the wall.

The impact made her pant against his mouth, and the small opening was all he needed. His tongue was against hers and all her senses were overwhelmed with the scent and taste of him.

Because of his actions her towel had loosened and was only being held up by his body pressing against hers. His fingers skimmed over her soft skin and then with a frustrated grunt, he removed the final barrier and threw it over his shoulder. She felt exposed with him standing there still fully clothed. Her cheeks starting to flush as he wrenched her close again.

The feel of his clothes tickled her skin, and she let her hands roam over his chest and as amazing as it was, it still wasn't enough. She needed to touch him, to dig her nails into his skin and make him groan in pleasure.

She quickly unbuttoned his shirt, his lips never once leaving hers and only when she tugged violently trying to get him out of it did he offer any help. She sighed happily when his bare chest brushed against her naked skin.

Lucifer twisted her suddenly so that her back was to him and she could feel the heat from his body scorching her. His mouth trailing hot kisses along her shoulder blades. Her palms were flat against the wall and her spine arched at the sensation. Two rough hands on her hips jerked her back against his body and she could feel his hardness pressing against her through his tight pants. Her eyes fluttered closed at the feel of him. His large hand traced a line down between her breasts, over her stomach and then he was cupping her body, his fingers slowly sliding between her thighs. For all the fury he showed before, his touches were maddeningly slow now.

She tried to move her body so he had better access and cried out when he suddenly stopped.

"Patience, darling. You'll get what's coming to you," He grumbled lowly against her ear.

He resumed the teasing strokes and she could feel the familiar weight building low in her body. When her first throaty moan escaped her, she could feel him smiling from behind her.

She wanted to see his face, to see the expressions he made while he touched her. She could feel herself getting close now and she longed for something to cling on to, the wall in front of her wasn't any help at all. Tremors wracked her body and he increased the pressure and speed, she was so close, almost there. Then suddenly he was pulling his fingers away from her, leaving her aching and on the edge. She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out.

She looked over her shoulder at him, hoping he wasn't going to leave her hanging like this. The expression on his face halted her questions. He'd left some space between them but his darkened gaze kept her frozen in place. Not once looking away from her, he removed his pants slowly, almost teasingly and her breathing hitched once he stood naked behind her.

Then he was back against her, feeling as hot as a furnace and scorching her flesh. He forced her legs wider apart, and his fingers which had been all over her but not inside her teased the sensitive flesh.

Then he was sliding himself inside, inch by glorious inch and she grit her teeth. Chloe was sure that from the waist down she was on fire. He was slow and maddeningly patient, so unbelievably controlled as he rocked into her. He had one hand gripping her hip and the other moved to brace against the wall.

She let out a breathy moan and he paused, and she thought he was going to torture her again. Instead he started moving faster and harder inside her. His hand left her hip and ghosted over her skin, sliding between her legs.

His name was torn from her lips. It was a mixture of her approval and a plea.

She was almost there, her body already coiled tightly from his teasing before. In one sharp thrust, and his fingers touching her in just the right spot, she moaned as she fell over the edge. Her body shuddering under his. Lucifer's hand closed over hers, their fingers entwining together. She twisted her head back, trying to kiss him, even though it was almost painful to do from that angle. His eyes were nearly black as he slammed relentlessly into her body, groaning his own release against her soft lips.

His weight collapsed against her, their hands on the wall the only thing keeping them upright. His heart pounded against her back. Lucifer eased out of her slowly and she wasn't sure she could stand her legs were shaking so much. Chloe managed to turn and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down so she could press her lips to his.

He straightened slowly, running a hand through his hair and she didn't think she'd ever seen him look more perfect than right now at this very moment. He was slightly flushed and covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and he glistened under the dim lighting.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him once more. Chloe couldn't get over how good it felt being in his arms, his scent surrounding her.

Lucifer titled her chin and kissed her softly on the lips. "That's all I wanted."

"Sex or an apology?" she asked with a playful smile.

He chuckled and she felt the sound vibrate through her entire body like an electric current. "Why can't I have both?"

"You can't always get everything you want, Lucifer."

He smirked wolfishly, his eyebrow arched. "I think you'll find that I just did."

She shot him a glare but wisely said nothing, after all he was right.

"So if we argue again, will this be the outcome?" he asked.

Chloe snorted and picked the towel up off the floor, wrapping it once more around her body. She glanced over her shoulder and shot him a seductive smirk, and he granted her the most dazzling grin she'd ever seen lighting up his face.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Interlude...