Disclaimer: I don't own Lucifer – otherwise something like this would've happened a lot sooner.
Characters: Chloe, Lucifer, Trixie
Inspired by: An old, not-published fiction of mine
Spoilers: Nothing
Additional tags: Domestic Fluff; Established Relationship
A/N: Hope its still November second for you... for me it is, but that's German time. Sorry for the delay.
Spicy
As always, Chloe was the first to wake up – Lucifer would probably never get used to getting up early. She didn't turn the alarm off, knowing full well he would just roll over and get back to sleep otherwise.
Before she left the warmth of the bed, she took a few moments to just look at the man beside her – it was one of the best moments of her day, if she was honest with herself. She had been so used to waking up alone she was all the more content with watching him slowly coming more awake, starting his day cursing under his breath because he was, again, not allowed to lie in.
A while after Chloe had left, Lucifer couldn't ignore the alarm any longer – and of course his smart detective had placed the alarm clock at the other end of the room, so he was forced to get up in order to turn it off. Burying his head in the pillow, he groaned into the fabric unhappily before rolling out of bed – cold – and turning off the alarm with more force than necessary.
He grabbed his neatly folded dressing gown from the table at the window and only barely avoided bumping into the door on his way to the kitchen.
Since he's started staying at Chloe's, he slept deeper than ever, but he also needed more time to really wake up in the mornings.
When Chloe some time later walked down the steps toward the kitchen, Trixie's unceasing chatter greeted her, accompanied by the smell of cocoa and omelette.
She walked over, placed a kiss on top of Trixie's head, and then turned to Lucifer, who, instead of kissing her good-morning, offered her a cup with lots of cream on top.
"Cocoa? Really?", she asked, "where's my coffee?"
Lucifer pointed to the cup he was holding: "This is not mere cocoa. I spiced it up a bit."
There was a slight pause before a certain suspicion crept up on her: "You did what?!", she asked, darting a glance at her daughter, whose cup was half-empty. On instinct, Chloe tried to snatch the cup from Trixie, but the girl hopped off of the chair and hid behind Lucifer, giggling and with the cup still in her hand. She gazed round his legs and even stuck out her tongue at Chloe, earning a look of sheer disbelief from her mum.
"The things you think me capable of doing... I'm hurt. Deeply."
Chloe shot Lucifer an angry look: "Shut up and tell me what's in the cocoa!"
"Why, chilli of course. It's an old Aztec recipe. Go on, try some!"
He offered her the cup again, and Chloe, momentarily pacified, took it, carefully taking a sip. The cocoa was hot, creamy and spicy, simply: "Delicious", she admitted.
On impulse, she pulled Lucifer close and kissed him.
He pulled away before she had enough, though, and winked at her with an oh-so-smug expression: "Good morning to you, too, Detective."
Chloe couldn't shake the feeling he'd planned this.