A/N: Man, that finale! I won't say anything else except I love this show!

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Chapter Two

Lucifer thought for a moment, his eyes becoming distant. He drew a deep breath and began. "My father engineered your creation to be sure you'd end up in my path. The feelings you have for me are not your own, Dad is pulling the strings. Once again he is interfering in my life, and yours, making us pawns in his twisted game."

It took me a minute to digest what he was saying, and even after that, I was still confused. I started with the most obvious question. "What do you mean he 'engineered' my creation? Doesn't God technically engineer everyone's creation?"

He looked surprised that I was even entertaining the idea instead of arguing with him about the existence of an all-mighty deity. "Sort of. But yours was a much more hands-on approach." He paused, "My father sent Amenadiel down here 35 years ago to bless Penelope and John Decker," he looked at me to make sure I was following, "with a child because they couldn't conceive."

My mother once told me that they had difficulty becoming pregnant and were overjoyed when it was confirmed she was expecting. Suddenly a thought occurred to me, "Ew, wait, so your brother is my fath-"

"No, no, no. Ugh. There was no funny business, well, at least not in that way. Amenadiel worked his celestial magic to help matters along. You are very much your father's daughter."

"I still don't understand, Lucifer. What does that have to do with me and you?"

"It means your feelings for me are not real. They are a fabrication my father cooked up to further punish me."

"How is me having feelings for you, real or imaginary, a punishment?"

"Because you let me into your world and I got to see how fulfilling life could truly be. I'm the devil, Detective, I'm not supposed to care about someone the way I care about you. I don't know how to navigate this and it's only a matter of time until I do something to hurt you. And it's not fair to you. That's why I had to leave, to give you space to see your life was better without me."

He ran his hand through his hair, a nervous gesture so unfamiliar from this usually obnoxiously confident man. His subsequent words were so low I could barely hear him, "But I couldn't stay away."

I rolled what he told me around in my head. So, he proactively hurt me to keep from hurting me. Huh, okay. I couldn't follow his logic, but I guess he thought he was doing the right thing.

"Lucifer, what's not fair to me is you letting your Daddy issues come between us. Who cares how I became a part of your life? I'm here now, and I know how I feel, whether He helped push them along or they sprouted all on their own, the feelings are still here." I took his hand in mine, and laid it over my heart, linking our fingers together.

He looked at our joined hands resting on my chest, realization dawning. "There? That's where I hurt while I was gone."

I nodded and drifted closer to him, resting my forehead against his. "That's where I hurt while you were gone too."

"Chloe," he said, his voice full of wonder, the way he'd said 'Detective' after I kissed him on the beach.

I looked in his eyes and saw the glow of the fire pit reflected in their depths. Grasping his face made his soft beard tickle my palms as I drew him to me. The kiss, though chaste, sent tingles along my spine and I slipped one hand behind his neck to tangle my fingers in his hair.

He responded by delicately moving against me, kissing first my top lip and then my bottom, pressing it between his own. He brought his hand to my face, tilting my head so he could approach me from a different angle, this kiss a little more insistent. When he opened his mouth against mine I reflexively mimicked his motion.

I expected to feel his tongue; instead he continued to tease me with open-mouth kisses, stoking the arousal that was quickly growing in me. The tension was building between us and I lightly scratched my nails against his scalp. He taunted me a little longer, and I thought he chuckled a bit when I chased after his mouth, trying to satiate my curiosity. Finally, he let me catch him and when we came together his tongue slipped inside the border of my lips.

This was our first venture into kissing this deeply and as his tongue slid along mine my breath hitched at the velvety sensation. I noted how he wasn't being aggressive and taking over, he let me reciprocate the patterns he stroked in my mouth. He tasted like bourbon and a hint of spice, perhaps cinnamon.

When he switched to my neck I was briefly disappointed until he placed a kiss directly on my pulse point and lingered there, sucking at it until goose bumps broke out from the pleasure. He worked his way upwards, smiling into me as I curved my neck to give him additional space to work with. As he advanced he placed stinging bites on my flesh, then soothed them with a swipe of his hot tongue.

I traced nonsensical figures on the back of his shoulders while I basked in his ministrations. All of a sudden images from the dream I'd had about him sprang to mind. I could see myself on his sofa, straddling his lap. He was shirtless and my hands were in much the same position as they were at the current moment. I recalled how he'd let me run my hands down his back, allowing me to touch the marred flesh of his scars, and I remembered the delicious noise he made when I did. The articulation, something between a grunt and an exhale, had brought butterflies into my stomach. I wanted to find out if that's how he would really respond.

In a moment of perfect timing, Lucifer stopped nibbling on my earlobe to say, "Chloe, tell me what you desire."

I pulled back so I could look him in the eyes. They glittered with mischief. "Lucifer, you know that doesn't work on me . . . but . . . "

"Yes?" he said, anticipation lighting up his face.

"Take your shirt off." He grinned wide. "I want to touch your scars." His grin faltered and he looked uncertain.

"Come on, you said I could call the shots," I reminded him.

He raised a finger, "If we were making out."

I gestured between us, "Um, Lucifer, we kind of are making out."

"Touché, Detective." His smile returned. "Well played."

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