AN: Sorry, they got wordy. And a little smutty. ;)
"Well, Chloe, any requests?" he asked, giving me a small smile before lifting his glass and taking a slow sip of his drink.
"All I can think of is Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star." I snickered.
"Please, no." he groaned. "By the way, that piano instructor is abysmal. You should fire him immediately."
"Do you want the job?"
"Of course not. I'm the devil, not a saint."
"Speaking of the devil."
"Yes?"
"I ran a background check on you today."
"Find out anything juicy?" he asked, his fingers starting to play a slow melody.
"Not exactly, but you didn't seem to exist until five years ago."
"Not in this realm anyway."
"What does that mean?"
"I was ruling over Hell."
"You're not serious."
"I never lie, Chloe." He vowed, looking me straight in the eye.
I blinked first, lowering my gaze to my drink while he resumed playing.
"That's beautiful." I said when he finished the song. "What's it called?"
"Kamasutra for Lovers." He grinned.
"You're kidding."
"Not even a little."
"Play something else?"
"Come upstairs with me." He purred, sliding one hand between my legs to curl around my thigh.
I raised my glass to finish my drink, but somehow swallowed wrong and started coughing, sending whiskey spraying onto the piano and startling Lucifer, who then squeezed my thigh, causing my leg to spasm and kick out, knocking the piano bench over and sending us both tumbling backward. I flailed my arms helplessly trying to break my fall and managed to strike Lucifer in the face.
"Bloody Hell, Chloe!"
We both hit the floor and I rolled over, still coughing. Lucifer quickly made it back to his feet and reached down to assist me, but I rocked back onto my knees and the back of my head collided with his nose.
"Fuck!" he swore. "That really hurts!"
I turned, dropping onto my ass as I looked up to see him holding his nose.
"I'm bleeding…" he gasped. "How is this possible?"
"I probably broke your nose." I choked, scrambling to my feet and grasping his arm, leading him over to the bar.
"What did you do?!" Maze hissed, running down the steps from the third floor lounge.
"I am such an idiot!" I sniffed, grabbing a stack of cocktail napkins to hold up to his nose.
Maze grabbed the napkins and threw them over her shoulder, then pulled Lucifer's hands away and put her thumbs on either side of his nose.
"Get a clean towel from behind the bar and fill it with ice." She ordered.
I pulled myself over the bar and crouched down, trying to see the towels through the tears clouding my vision when I heard a snapping sound followed by Lucifer swearing loudly. I finally located the towels and quickly scooped some ice into one before running back around the bar.
"Mazikeen…" he snapped when she shifted into a protective stance in front of him.
"But you're bleeding!"
"Its's fine. Go."
"Lucifer."
"I won't tell you again." He warned.
She finally backed down from him and glared at me before storming off.
"Are you ok?" I asked, holding out the towel.
"I don't know. How do I look?"
"Do you have a first aid kit?"
"Surely it can't be that bad."
"You should put the ice on it."
"Is it that bad? Have you scarred me for eternity, Detective?"
"I can't believe I did that." I groaned, sitting down on the barstool next to his.
"I can't believe it either. This isn't some sort of strange cop foreplay, is it?"
"No."
"Good."
"I should probably go."
"Why?"
"Lucifer, I broke your nose."
"I know! You've inflicted great bodily harm on my person and yet I still want you to stay."
"Really?"
"Yes. Shall we retire to my apartment before the masses descend?" He suggested, wincing as he pulled the makeshift ice pack away from his nose. "I might need your assistance, though, I'm a little woozy from the blood loss."
"Mm-hmm…" I hummed, trying not to smile as I ducked under his arm and braced one hand on his ribs while wrapping the other around his waist.
He gingerly brought the ice-filled towel back to his face and led me towards his private elevator.
I reached up to push the button, but hesitated, looking up to meet his gaze. He gently brushed his fingers against the side of my neck as we stared at each other. He dropped the ice pack, the cubes scattering across the tile floor as he turned into me and lowered his mouth to mine, his hand now free to cup my ass, drawing me against him. I pushed the button then curled my hand around his neck as I returned his kiss.
The elevator doors slid open and Lucifer spun us, pressing me up against the side of the car and lifting my legs around his waist, all while he coaxed my lips apart and his tongue delved deeply into my mouth.
I felt him tense momentarily and pulled back when I tasted the salty tang of blood.
"I'm fine." He murmured, trying to recapture my lips.
"You're bleeding."
"I'm fine, Detective. Stop talking." He grinned, tilting his head and brushing his lips against mine.
"No offense, but bleeding in my mouth isn't exactly a turn on." I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Well, it is your fault I'm bleeding. You should take care of me."
"I plan to." I murmured, stroking his neck and kissing his cheek. "Where is that first aid kit?"
"Are you certain you aren't enjoying this?"
"Well, I am enjoying this." I grinned, tightening my legs around him as he walked through his apartment.
"As am I." He leered, giving my ass a light slap.
He sat me down on the granite counter in his enormous bathroom, but stayed between my legs while he opened the medicine cabinet. He produced a first aid kit, smiling as he held it out of reach.
"Trade?"
"What?"
"I don't want to get blood on your shirt."
I lifted my top over my head and dropped it on the floor.
"Or this lovely little bit." He said, slipping his fingertip beneath one of my bra straps.
"Take off your shirt." I instructed, reaching down to unbutton my pants.
"Better take all our clothes off. This could get messy."
I pulled myself off the edge of the counter, but he pressed his hips forward, pinning me against the granite.
"Literally caught between a rock and a hard place." I mused, smiling up at him.
"I want you." He stated, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
"I can tell."
"You might want to patch me up quickly, Chloe. I am without virtue, especially patience."
I twisted to reach the first aid kit while he continued to work the buttons on his shirt. I wet a piece of gauze and gently dabbed at the dried blood above his upper lip. His eyes never left me as he very methodically removed his cufflinks, setting them on the counter before shrugging out of his jacket. He dropped his shirt on the floor then grabbed one of the neatly folded hand towels from the sink and wet it, then brought it up to gently clean his blood from my skin.
"Does it hurt?" I whispered, gently tracing the ridge of his nose with my fingertip.
"No."
I reached up to press my mouth against his and slid my hands between us to unbuckle his belt. He cradled my head in his hands as we kissed passionately and stumbled towards his expansive bed. We somehow managed to divest each other of our pants and Lucifer threw my bra over his shoulder as he settled between my legs.
I pushed his boxer briefs down far enough to free his cock and closed one hand around his length, stroking him slowly. He drew his head back and looked down at me with a wicked grin. He rolled us and I sat back on his thighs, my hand still moving up and down, though now my fingers brushed against my own flesh on every stroke. I wanted to look down to verify that his cock was as perfect as it felt, but I couldn't tear my gaze from his, even when I felt the sting from him tearing my thong from my body.
He sat up and kissed me hungrily as he gripped my hips, lifting me and pulling me closer. I released my hold on him and instead steadied myself by holding onto his arms as he lowered us back down to the bed. He managed to roll us over again and I threw my head back and cried out when he buried himself inside me with one thrust.
"Lucifer…" I breathed as he slowly withdrew then pushed back in.
"Bloody Hell, Chloe…you are perfection…" he groaned, pulling my knee higher and pushing in that much deeper.
I slid my fingers into his hair, pulling his mouth back to mine as I clawed at his waist with my other hand, trying to bring him impossibly closer. He shifted higher and lowered more of his weight on me, causing a small change in the angle and when he added a slow grind of his hips at the end of each thrust, I felt an instant tightening in my belly and broke our kiss, gasping for air.
"Oh G-"
"Don't!" he snarled. "Don't you dare give him credit for this."
He rocked against me, our gazes locked as my body tensed, then exploded in the most intense orgasm of my life.
"Lucifer…" I moaned, sliding my feet down the backs of his legs as he slowed his rhythm.
"That's better…" he urged, his mouth moving over my throat before he shifted position again, balancing himself on his elbows as he pushed my hair from my face with both hands and tenderly pressed his lips to mine.
I reached up to grasp his wrists, anchoring myself as he moved slowly within me. He dragged his mouth down my neck only to trail his tongue across my collarbone.
"I can't decide if I want to fuck you with my cock or my tongue."
"Oh, fuck…" I swore, bucking my hips up to meet his.
"What do you desire, Chloe?" he breathed, pushing himself up and bringing his knees up. He pulled my hips forward so my ass rested on his thighs and thrust deep, making me cry out.
"This…you…more…please…" I panted, reaching down to grip his thighs.
His tongue slid over his lower lip as he grinned wickedly. "You might want to hold on."
I reached above my head to hold onto the headboard and he traced a finger around my hip to circle my navel. He curled over me to press a soft kiss to my sternum, then reared back, gripping my hips as he began thrusting fast and deep. I let go of the headboard with one hand and trailed it down his lean stomach then reached up to tug at my nipple as I locked my legs around his waist.
He flattened one hand across my belly, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit as he pushed down with his palm, forcing my g-spot to drag along his cock with every stroke.
"Lucifer…" I moaned, already feeling a second orgasm building. "You…"
"Us, Chloe. Look at us."
I looked down to where we were joined and slid my hand down to cover his, my nails digging into his flesh.
"I'm gonna cum again…" I warned, throwing my head back.
"Open your eyes, Love." He growled.
"It's too much…" I keened, trying to pull my legs up, but he managed to grab them and pin my thighs to his chest with his free arm. "Lucifer!" I screamed.
"That's it, Darling, give it to me…" he urged, fucking me through my second orgasm and right into a third.
He let my legs drop open and lowered himself down to plunge his tongue into my mouth as he slowly ground his hips against mine. He broke the kiss, but didn't lift his head, just gazed down at me, smirking, as I tried to catch my breath.
"You did promise me a proper fucking." I panted, lifting my hands to his waist to try to still his movements.
"I did. How are you doing? Ready for more?"
"Are you kidding?"
"Give the Devil his due, Detective."
"You're incredible."
"And I'm not even finished yet." He grinned. "Up to riding me?
"I'm not sure I can feel my legs." I laughed, then moaned as he moved within me.
"Did you want to stop?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow.
"Shut up." I muttered, reaching up to kiss his mouth.
"Roll over." He ordered, holding his lips just out of reach.
I flinched when he pulled out, but he had me on my stomach and was pressing back inside me before I could protest.
"Now that's incredible." He moaned, his hips flush against my ass and my thighs pressed tightly together between his.
He pressed a gentle kiss to my shoulder blade as he stretched out over me, bracing his elbows on the bed on either side of me and blanketing me with his body as he began to slowly move in and out. He swept my hair over my shoulder and turned my head so his mouth could reach my own. I lost track of time as he slowly fucked me, but eventually my body began to crave more.
"Lucifer…please…" I begged, arching my back and pushing my ass up to meet his deep thrust.
"Fuck, Chloe."
He pulled us back onto our knees and squeezed my ass as he started to thrust harder and faster. He leaned over me to wrap one arm around my torso, pulling me upright, then kept that arm around me, his hand splayed across my chest, and brought his other hand between my thighs to massage my clit.
I started to breathe his name as I turned my face towards him, but his mouth claimed mine and I kissed him passionately, holding his head in place with one hand as I wrapped my other hand around his wrist where it laid across my breast.
"Cum for me, Chloe." He urged, his words spoken against my lips.
I shook my head, sure that it wasn't possible for me to cum again.
"You can." He insisted.
He pushed me forward until my chest hit the bed and spread my thighs, holding my hips up as he set a punishing rhythm.
"Oh my-"
"Careful." He warned.
I cried out as another orgasm tore through me, my body trembling, I would have collapsed, but he held my hips, thrusting twice more before finally burying himself fully inside me as he came with what could only be described as a roar.
"Are you alright, Darling?" he drawled, easing me down onto the bed before dropping onto his back beside me.
"I don't know yet." I mumbled.
"Would you like anything? Cigarette? Water?"
"Shhh…"
"Did I wear you out, Love?"
I opened one eye to glare at him, but he laid there with such a self-satisfied smirk, I just patted his arm and turned to face away from him.
"Get some sleep, Detective, I'll wake you up for breakfast." He murmured, sliding his hand between my legs to cup my sex so I had no doubt about what he was intimating.
I grumbled and pushed his hand away from my over-sensitive flesh, but when I felt the bed shift, I turned my head back to watch him walk from the room, fully naked. I closed my eyes, but smelled the faint aroma of smoke from his cigarette drift into the room and heard the first few notes he played on the piano before I succumbed to sleep.