I decided to keep going, obviously. The chapters will go in reverse from their 7th meeting (last chapter) all the way back to their 1st. Chapter titles are which time they met. If you can stick with me on this there will be explanations for behavior in the very last chapter.

Lucifer watched in fascination as the woman on top of him unraveled, biting tightly into her bottom lip and arching her back, the smooth column of her neck visible as she let her head fall. It was too much, the beauty of her, the feeling of her quivering around him, and with a small aborted breath he followed her into bliss. Unfortunately it was short lived, just like the last three times, because she climbed off of him and settled on the other side of the bed before his afterglow had even begun.

His dark onyx eyes traced the outlines of her body, the curve of her breasts and the soft lines of her legs. She was stunning, and not just physically. The woman was witty and intelligent, her mind and humor just as remarkable and arousing as the dimples on her lower back and slender waist. He wanted to know this body head to toe; every scar, every dip, every curve because if there was ever a body worth knowing it was this one.

Unthinkingly he reached out and placed a hand on her thigh, wanting to caress her smooth skin when he could fully appreciate it instead of during sex when the one goal was to get her to peak. Despite them not seeing the sun as often the skin was still a rich honey color and felt like the softest silk imaginable. His thumb moved of its own accord, back and forth over the small freckle he had noticed the second time she had come over.

"Stop."

Her small hand wrapped around his larger one but not in a display of affection, never that, but to toss it carelessly off of her. She cast her irritated green eyes upon him and he recoiled, looking properly chastised. He just wanted to touch her so badly and he knew she didn't want to be touched after sex because then it was real. Then there was something there, something deeper but what she failed to see was that it was already there for him. It had hit him like a freight train only last week, the realization that he cared so deeply and wanted more with Chloe almost bringing him to his knees. He wanted to say something, anything, but had no idea how she would take it. Most likely not well if earlier was any indication.

Though Chloe finished on top they had started with her underneath him, hands wrapped around his biceps, nails biting into his skin. It had been a knee jerk reaction when he looked down at her perfectly parted pink lips to try to taste them. They had never kissed and he didn't realize how much he missed it during intercourse until it wasn't there. You would think the intimacy would come from joined hips but it came from the face; the expressions, the sounds, the eyes, and of course the connection and honesty of a kiss. She had turned her head away and when he temporarily stopped his movements in hurt and surprise she had huffed in annoyance and rolled them over to take the lead, to distance herself as much as possible from the man underneath her.

It felt colder after that, both inside and out, and his arousal waned but only in his head, his basic biology not allowing his inner turmoil to affect him physically. She was enjoying her self and he wanted to join her but it almost felt like he wasn't welcome to, that this was for her and only her so he stayed complacent and let her do what she wanted.

Emotions were so messy and unneeded and he tried valiantly to push them from his mind and focus on the physical pleasure, the pressure around him every time she rolled her hips slowly and firmly, sending jolts of ecstasy through him. She opened her mouth and he stared longingly, everything in him wanting to hear his name roll of her tongue and tumble from her lips but she never said his name in bed. Who knew if she was even seeing him and not imagining herself with another?

His heart began to pound when she shifted towards the edge of the bed and knowing if he didn't ask he'd hate himself more than he already did he timidly asked, "Stay with me?"

The Devil wasn't a cuddler, at least historically so, but he did like the contact after sex, the feeling of a warm body against his own to provide comfort and security. He was denied it with this woman, her stating it was just sex and that she had to get going. His needs were never acknowledged and eventually he began to believe that they he didn't deserve them to be. It was confirmed that he wasn't important enough when she outright laughed.

"Someone's needy today."

She wasn't wrong, he was being needy and he didn't like it but he couldn't seem to get past it. What he needed was to be in control of himself like he always had been but Chloe Decker had a way about her that knocked his walls down and for the life of him he couldn't build them back up against her. This human woman had made him feel and want things he never had before, since before the dawn of time and the universe was so cruel that the one thing he cared for didn't care back.

The worst thing about all this was that now both had to redress and get back to work, acting like they hadn't just fornicated for the past half hour. While Chloe grabbed her clothes and got right to work he moved more slowly, trying to figure out exactly what was happening and where this could possibly go. If he shared that he wanted more would she laugh again or would it fix this- whatever it was? His hands were trembling as he tried and fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, a strange feeling of vulnerability blanketing him when he looked up and found her staring at him. As soon as their eyes met he cast his away, feeling small under her gaze, and put his attention on tucking in his shirt and buckling his belt.

"Come on, hurry up."

He did as told, increasing his pace and grabbing his jacket to follow her out. The elevator ride would be quiet like it seemed to be after every transgression of theirs and the walk to the car would be filled with an awkwardness that shouldn't be there and then they would get in the car and it would be normal again. The banter, the jokes, the light flirting.

Maybe this is what a relationship was and he was simply oblivious, had a skewed preconceived notion that it was something else that was filled with entire days spent in bed and easy touches with no consequences. Maybe this was what he had always wanted and he just didn't see it yet, didn't see that sleeping with Chloe was Heaven.

But deep down he knew this wasn't Heaven, this was Hell.