Lucifer POV

Not only had my asshole brother shown up to cock-block me, depriving me of what I could only imagine would have been a stellar blow job, but now he was spouting gibberish about the heavens.

"Oh, please. As if anyone up there is interested in who I fuck."

"Maybe they're interested in who's fucking you." He offered, tilting his head to observe Chloe.

"Who are you?" she demanded, stepping up beside me as I narrowed my eyes, my gaze shifting between them.

"I could ask you the same." He smirked.

I pulled her close, turning her so she was pressed up against my side while she continued to glare defiantly at my brother, not the least bit intimidated by his countenance. I stared down at her until she turned, smiling up at me and reaching up to place her palm against my cheek.

"You…" I muttered, returning her smile before I lowered my head and drew her into a passionate kiss.

"Ahem."

"Fuck off, Amenadiel. Say what you came to say and get out!"

"Oh, Luci, you really have no idea what's afoot." He chuckled self-righteously.

"And you're here to enlighten me? Marvelous! Get on with it, then."

"I think I'll let the fates have their fun—see how this plays out. Enjoy your day, Lucifer. Miss Decker, I look forward to seeing you again soon."

I watched her eyebrows knit together at his words, then raise when he disappeared with a gust of wind.

"I-did he-?"

"Yes. Let's go catch your murderer, then we'll come back here and have a very large cocktail, a very long conversation, and lots more sex."

"Ok." She nodded dazedly.

I kissed her again and squeezed her ass before releasing her and heading back into my closet. "There's toothbrushes under the sink."

I stepped into a pair of black boxer briefs while I listened for movement in the bathroom. I heard her mutter softly to herself and relaxed as she began moving about the room.

I selected a simple black Armani and had no sooner pulled the pants over my hips when she stomped into the closet.

"Why do you have so many toothbrushes?" she demanded, her speech impaired by the brush she was currently using.

"I believe in excellent personal hygiene?"

"Try again."

"I love shopping at Costco?"

"And?"

"I have frequent overnight guests."

"Mm-hmm." She hummed, side-eying me as she returned to the bathroom.

I chuckled at her obvious jealousy as I hurriedly pulled on a pair of socks and stepped into a pair of Prada bluchers, then grabbed my phone and hustled out into the main living area while buttoning up my shirt.

"I'm still dealing with the police." Maze snapped when she answered her phone.

"Tell them Detective Decker will be down to direct them shortly. I need you to bring me a carafe of cranberry juice." I instructed, rolling my shirt sleeves up as I made my way into the kitchen.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. Now, please."

I hung up the phone and set it on the counter, tucked my shirt into my pants and fastened them, then started pulling ingredients out of the fridge to make breakfast.

"Lucifer?" Chloe called. "What am I supposed to wear? My clothes are all destroyed."

"There should be some clothes in the closet."

"From your overnight guests?"

"Or Maze." I shrugged, tying on an apron.

I dropped the bacon into a skillet and spun back towards the island to start cracking eggs.

"Are you…chipper?" Maze asked, her face pinched in disgust as she set the requested pitcher of juice down.

"I had an exceptional evening and morning and am simply in a good mood. Why?"

"You're humming." She spat.

"So?"

"I haven't seen you like this in years."

"Relax, Mazie. All is well."

"Sure. What did Amenadiel want?" she asked, pulling herself up to sit on the counter opposite of where I was working.

"I'm not sure. He wanted to meet the detective. Something about the Heavens being in an uproar."

"Because of her? What is she?" she demanded, jumping off the counter and drawing her blades.

"She's just a mortal woman."

"How do you know?"

"That she's a woman?" I grinned wickedly.

"That she's human."

"Give me some credit."

"What exactly did he say?"

"That he would let the fates have their fun and see how things play out." I repeated, imitating my brother's self-righteous tone.

"Who is conspiring against you?"

"Why don't you go see if you can find out?" I suggested.

She snarled under her breath, but stormed out of the apartment just as Chloe came back out of the bedroom wearing a tank top and a pair of jeans that made her ass look positively sinful.

"How did you break the zipper on my pants?"

"How do you know it was me? Perhaps you did it in your haste to get out of them." I offered cheekily.

"Either way, they're ruined."

"What a shame, though you look fantastic in this ensemble."

"Thank you."

She reached up and kissed me, then sat down on one of the barstools and rested her chin on her hand as she watched me finish breakfast.

"Drink this." I commanded, placing a large glass of cranberry juice in front of her.

"I don't like cranberry juice."

"No-one likes cranberry juice unless it has a healthy dose of vodka in it, but I've been informed it will help prevent any uncomfortable issues that may develop as a result of our amorous activities. Now drink up. I don't want anything to interfere with my plans for the evening."

She took a large gulp of the foul-tasting drink and I leaned over to reward her with a slow kiss.

"This looks amazing." She smiled when I set a plate in front of her.

"Thank you."

She moaned appreciatively with the first bite of eggs and I reached down to shift myself into a less constricting position.

"How are you feeling?" I asked after she had eaten almost half of her omelet.

"Better. Thank you." She blushed.

"I told you about that blush, Detective. Especially since I now know exactly how far down it extends."

"I can't help it. You keep looking at me as if you want to devour me."

"And I shall." I grinned, letting my tongue peek out to stroke my lower lip.

"Stop!" she groaned, squeezing her thighs together.

"Finish your breakfast. I'm going to get my jacket." I murmured, kissing the back of her neck and delighting in the shiver that coursed through her.

I returned several minutes later, fastening my cufflinks and straightening my sleeves, to find her standing in my library.

"Have you read all of these?"

"Yes."

"Including this one?" she asked, presenting me with "The Giving Tree."

"Yes. Abominable book." I shuddered.

She looked at me curiously, but shrugged again and placed the book back on the shelf.

"Can I borrow a jacket?"

"Certainly. Wouldn't want everyone to stare at these all day." I grinned, pinching her nipples.

"Lucifer!"

I laughed, strolling over to the front closet to retrieve a leather moto jacket.

"Let me guess, Maze's?"

"Probably. So how do we find the murderer in question?" I asked, leading her to the elevator.

"She told her friends she was meeting a man she'd been corresponding with online. She thought because it was a public place it was safer."

"She thought Lux to be a 'safe place'?"

"A very public place." She corrected, stepping off the elevator.

"Still. I don't want my club associated with this nasty business." I complained as we swept down the main stairs and exited the front entrance.

"You know, you're only barely limping." I smirked as we walked around the building to access the alley.

"And you don't look like you got punched in the face." She observed, stopping abruptly to look up at me.

"Well, you hit like a girl."

"Shut up."

"Who is that?" I asked, noticing a lone figure crouched across the street. "They appear to be staring at the alleyway."

"Where?"

"Across the street on the left."

"I'm not sure. Probably a paparazzo."

"No camera." I observed. "He looks suspicious."

"Why?"

"He's loitering around a crime scene. Innocents don't do that."

"Lucifer!" she hissed as I started across the street.

He saw me striding towards him and stood, attempting to flee, but I was already close enough to grab his hood, swinging him around and pinning him to the building.

"Why are you watching the alley?"

"I…"

"Come on, you can tell me…" I urged, capturing his gaze in my own.

"I wanted to feel the rush again. See her die by my hand again…" he smiled.

"See who die?" Chloe demanded, stepping up beside me. "What did you do?"

"Hayley. She deserved it. She was a whore." He snarled, struggling against my hold.

"You have no right to judge others!" I roared, lifting him off his feet.

"Lucifer! Put him down!"

"But he deserves to be punished!"

"And he will be." She said, holding her phone to her ear with one hand while she placed the other on my bicep. "This is Detective Decker. I need backup at Lux. I just caught the guy that killed Hayley Ragen."

I momentarily loosened my hold on him as I gazed down at her and he twisted sideways, knocking Chloe to the ground and pulling a knife from his waistband as he moved over her. I grabbed his arm, pulling him back around to me, but jumped back to avoid the knife he suddenly swung at me. I rose up, preparing to unleash my true form when shots suddenly rang out and he crumpled at my feet, revealing the detective on her back, her gun still raised.

"Are you alright?" she asked, dropping the gun and scrambling to her feet.

"Darling, I'm fine. Are you hurt?" I demanded, pulling her against me as she stepped over the suspect.

"I'm ok." She nodded, turning back to crouch down beside the body and check for a pulse.

"He's gone." I confirmed, drawing her back into my arms as I leaned back against the wall, turning her face into my chest.

I held her tightly, trying to stop the tremors coursing through her body, but I could still feel her soft hiccupping sobs as the cavalry arrived in a cacophony of wailing sirens.

"Detective? Are you hurt?" One of the patrolmen demanded, his weapon pointed directly at me.

"She's fine. That's your murderer." I said, nodding towards the body at our feet.

"Detective Decker?" he pressed.

I felt her steel herself and take a deep breath before raising her head and turning her head towards the officer. "I'm fine. Mr. Morningstar assisted me in apprehending the suspect." She explained, wiping her eyes and pulling away from my embrace, but reaching back to hook her pinkie finger around my index finger to maintain some semblance of a connection.

Another detective walked up and began questioning her, despite my objections, while his partner secured the scene around us. Feeling her anxiety building, I pulled my hand from hers, sliding it up her back and between her shoulder blades to curl around her neck and shoulder as I pressed my thumb against a pressure point on the back of her neck. She visibly relaxed and even leaned into me as I stepped infinitesimally closer.

"Chloe!"

"Really?" I groaned, rolling my eyes as her ex jumped from his car and ran towards us. "That's quite close enough." I interrupted, stepping in front of her before he could reach her.

"What the-you again?!"

"Yes, me again." I affirmed, straightening my sleeves and peering down at him.

"Lucifer, it's ok."

"No." I objected, standing firmly in front of her.

"Chloe? Are you alright?" he demanded.

"I'm fine, Dan." She sighed, resting her forehead against my back as she braced her hands against my waist.

"Right, then, did you get what you needed from her?" I asked the other detective who was now watching the three of us with avid interest.

"Yea, but I need to take your statement."

"Bloody Hell." I grumbled, rolling my eyes and gesturing towards Lux. "Can we at least go inside? I could use a drink."

"Lucifer!" Chloe hissed, poking my back.

"Well, I'm sorry, but this is all ridiculous! That is the murderer! He tried to stab you, then me, and you shot him! Why must we repeat the facts ad nauseam?!" he huffed. "How do you people actually get anything done?"

"Mr. Morningstar has a point." Her lieutenant stated as she strode up to the scene. "Decker, I'll need your gun."

"I only had my sidearm. My primary weapon is at my house." She admitted, stepping out from behind me.

"That's her .38." Dan confirmed, pointing at the pistol still lying on the ground.

"Ok. You're on 7-day paid leave during the investigation."

"Why are you punishing her?!" I demanded incredulously.

"It's standard procedure." Chloe murmured, slipping her hand into mine, a move that didn't go unnoticed by her ex.

"Wait-you don't have to go to work for 7 days?" I confirmed, my grin widening.

She looked up at me, her eyes widening and-fuck me sideways-smiling as it sunk in. She bit her lip, then nodded and I immediately pulled her away from the crime scene and across the street.

"Chloe! Wait!"

"No, Dan. Whatever it is, I don't want to hear it."

"You're really going with this guy?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but yes. It's over, Dan. We still have Trixie and I'll always love that part of you, but us? We're over."

"I know, but…"

"No! That's it." She said, turning away from him. "Lucifer?"

"Can I hit him?"

"No." she laughed, pulling me away from him.

"I'm sure he's done something to deserve it!"

She shook her head, continuing to drag me towards the entrance to Lux.

"Can I show him the photos I took this morning? Show him what a satisfied woman looks like since I'm sure he's never seen one."

"No! And don't you dare show those to anyone!" she hissed, yanking the door open.

"Can I take some more?" I asked, moving to press against her when she stopped on the first step and turned towards me.

"Maybe." She teased, draping her arms over my shoulders.

"Mmm, Detective…" I murmured, pressing my mouth to hers and catching her as she jumped up, wrapping her arms around my waist.

I held her close as I navigated the stairs, my eyes rolling back in my head as she ground down against me and fisted her hands in my hair, her tongue sliding seductively against mine. I managed to get us onto the elevator without stumbling and pinned her up against the wall, pulling her top down to expose one beautiful nipple, which I immediately drew between my lips.

"I promised you a cocktail…a conversation…and sex…" I growled, punctuating each option with a nip to her throat. "But I didn't say they would be in that order."

"I don't drink and conversation's over-rated." She panted, struggling to take off the snug leather jacket.

I laughed as I raised my mouth to hers and carried her off the elevator, heading directly to the bedroom.