A/N: Well, this is it, the final chapter. I hope you enjoyed this story. It was fun to write.

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Chapter Four

In less than thirty seconds I had Lucifer's trousers off and was working on pulling down his boxer-briefs. He lifted his hips and helped push them down to his ankles, where I got them free and dropped them to the floor.

I admired him openly, doing what I was embarrassed to do when I first saw him naked. The rigidity of his manhood made the organ stand at attention, as though it was saluting me. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking down his length and back to his head, using the droplets that appeared at his tip to smoothly add a slight twist as I stroked back down. He plumped the pillow behind him and watched me with dark, dark eyes. I felt empowered to be the focus of his attention. Continuing to caress him I also started to lay kisses along his thighs, until I was near enough to lick him low on his shaft, flattening my tongue out to cover as much area as I could.

Lucifer exhaled an approving sound and gathered my hair into a messy bunch behind my head, holding it out of the way. I took the tip of him into my mouth, laving him with my tongue, and then slid down, taking him in as deep as I could, using my hand as an extension when I couldn't take any more. I began to work on him in an up and down motion, making sure to apply light pressure with my tongue.

Lucifer made a noise that resembled my name and he grabbed my free hand to run his thumb over the back of it in time with what I was doing. It felt so good, so right, to be here sharing this with him.

Some time later my jaws were getting tired, and I didn't want to stop but I needed a break. I let him slip from my mouth and continued to kiss him low on his stomach, while reaching down to fondle his testicles.

"Chloe," Lucifer said. He tugged my hand indicating he wanted me to come back to him at the top of the bed. When I reached him, he flipped me over and made quick work of removing my shoes, pants and underwear. "Turnabout is fair play," he said before he got to business providing his own version of oral delights. I felt his tongue slip through my folds, giving every area its proper due before moving in to concentrate on my clit. He anchored me down with his forearm across my hips and tilted my pelvis to an angle that allowed him extra room to maneuver. He was relentless, in a good way, as he brought me closer to orgasm. I fisted the bedsheets trying to find a way to deal with the overwhelming pleasure. I was close, so close.

"Please, Lucifer," I heard myself gasp and with a final few flicks of his tongue I was gone. While I rode out my orgasm he kissed my inner thighs and above my pubic area, avoiding the overly sensitive bundle of nerves he had become so well acquainted with.

He crawled up to me and we lay face to face. He leaned over and kissed me deeply, and I tasted myself on his tongue. After we pulled apart he smoothed some hair off my forehead while I stroked his face and looked into his eyes, letting my heart rate slow.

"Lucifer ..."

"Oh no, do we need to talk again?"

I ignored the question. "That was wonderful." I paused. "Um, I'm sorry you didn't get to ... um ... finish." I felt like a prude not being able to use my big-girl words out loud. "I mean, I want you to, you know, finish, too." I said, looking down at his still very much erect member.

He chuckled. "You want me to come. Detective, I can go for days without," he made air quotes, "'finishing' as you put it. Or if so inclined, it can be much quicker. The one thing I refuse is to be a Two-Pump Chump."

I blushed. What a strange conversation.

His heavy cock throbbed against my thigh and I blushed for an entirely different reason. Just the feel of him tapping against me set off another rush of heat. I considered throwing my no-sex clause right out the window, but knew I had to stick to my guns. I could make it at least one night, right?

While I was pondering this conundrum he reached over and opened the top drawer of his nightstand to withdraw a plastic bottle filled with clear liquid. The label told me it was Astroglide. When he saw me eyeing the small container, he said, "Just a precaution, love, since I'm vulnerable around you. We don't want any chafing, now do we?"

He drizzled a thin ribbon on the head of his penis, stroking downwards to spread the lubricant along his shaft. Watching him handle himself turned me on again and I felt the buzz of desire kick up a notch.

"Trust me?" he said.

I nodded and he positioned himself over me so his shaft lay on my lower belly, between our bodies. He took my hand and placed it on him so that when he thrust he'd be enclosed from both sides. He rocked his hips back and forth as a test and I kept my hand semi-circled around him. "Mmm, yes that's nice. Okay, darling, I want you to pretend that I'm inside you." He advanced and withdrew, moving against my belly and hand. "Feel me sliding in and out, imagine that I'm filling you with my body." He groaned in time with his thrusts and I responded in kind.

I shut my eyes and concentrated on the throb between my legs, moaning his name. I felt his hand between my thighs, making use of the wetness that was there, parting me to slide a finger inside, and after a few thrusts, another. Moving his fingers in the same rhythm as his hips made it that much easier to feel like he really was within me. He kissed my neck, my ear, the swell of my breast, everything that he could reach comfortably, all the while telling me how good I felt and how long he had wanted to touch me like this. Our breathing escalated until the unsteady chorus of our panting filled the room.

Lucifer picked up speed, changing his strokes to tack a bit of a circular motion at the deepest point of his thrust and I made sure to keep a snug grip on him, trying to give him as much of the illusion of being in me as I could. He curved his fingers inside me and started to rub my clit with his thumb. The sensation of him sliding through my hand combined with what he was doing down below was driving me to the edge. His muffled groan and husky, "Come with me, Chloe," is what pushed me over. My inner muscles clenched around his fingers and my body shook as the orgasm crashed through me. Seconds later I felt his own release, hot and wet on my stomach.

After our breathing had returned to normal he kissed me and helped to clean the evidence of his completion off of my stomach.

He gathered me in his arms and said, "I do believe that was the most fun I've ever had not having sex." I figured he was probably being facetious considering his vast array of past experiences, then I reminded myself, he didn't lie so I accepted the compliment for what it was.

I made myself comfortable using his body as a pillow, and we laid quietly while he stroked my hair. "How long have you believed me?" he asked, breaking our silence, and I knew he was referring to his hellish alter ego.

"I guess part of me always believed you, I just didn't want to admit it. Admitting it meant turning my whole belief system on its head."

He chuckled, "It's funny how that happens sometimes."

My eyes felt heavy, it had been a long day. Lucifer's steady, even breathing under me was like a lullaby. "Yeah," I said, my voice trailing off at the end.

~~LM~~

Hours later I awoke to see the first hint of morning trickling into his bedroom. Lucifer was beside me, asleep on his stomach with one arm stretched across me and a long leg tangled in between mine. His hair stuck up in all directions and the slackness of sleep made him look younger. I trailed my eyes down his body, my gaze coming to rest on his shoulder blades. I was mesmerized by the intricacies of the ragged scars and horrified by the same. They could have been ugly, the way the skin was puckered in places and sunken in others, the uneven webbing of criss-crossed tissue standing out against his otherwise perfect complexion. But because they were a part of him, they were beautiful.

I reached out to the scar closest to me, wanting to touch it, but hesitated before I made contact, leaving my hand to hover above.

"Go ahead," Lucifer's groggy voice said. I looked at him and saw he hadn't budged other than having one eye cracked open, looking sleepily at me. "I don't want you to be afraid to touch me."

I lowered my hand and stroked down his back.

"Was it painful, cutting them off?"

"Mmm-hmm, very. Maze refused, until I had to force her to do it."

"Do you regret it?"

"Regret it? No. I do miss them occasionally though."

Overwhelmed with compassion at the thought of what he must have gone through, I ducked down and placed a lingering kiss over his scarred flesh.

Lucifer sighed in contentment before he pushed himself onto his side and pulled me over to snuggle against him. "At least you didn't hog the bed this time." I elbowed him and smiled when he rewarded me with an "Oof."

We laid together with him lazily stroking me, until he whispered in my ear, "So, want to make out? We can work up an appetite before brekkie."

"Absolutely," I said, turning to kiss him, losing myself in the feel and scent of him. I had no idea how long I'd really be able to hold out without having full on intercourse with him, but I was going to have fun finding out.

THE END

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