I Know What You Did Last Summer — Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello
10 YEARS AGO
Earth
"...But the Beast did not stop nor seize to break down her door..."
Chloe brushes a strand of hair from Rory's face while not stopping from the telling her daughter a bedtime story.
They were both snuggled together in Rory's bed. And as the little caterpillar had requested for her mother to read Rory her favorite fairytale.
The five-year-old Rory gasps, bringing the blanket closer to hide her face, all the while urging Chloe to continue.
"What happened next? What happened next!"
"The Beast knew that Beauty was in danger. He would do anything to make sure she was alright, so he kept hammering on the door until the wood finally broke into splinters."
Rory gasps.
"But what he saw broke his heart."
"What happened?!"
Chloe turns to the next page. "I'm sorry, sweety, but it's the end of the chapter."
"Noooo." Rory's little voice aches. Her eyebrows furrow. "I hate cliff-hang-overs."
"Cliffhangers."
"Mommy, read me more."
"Tell you what?" She kisses Rory on her head. "If you be good and go to sleep right now, I'll read you the next chapter when you wake up in the morning."
Rory's little brown orbs widen at her mother's words. She moves in bed only to start pushing her tiny hands against Chloe.
"Get out! Get out! I have to go to sleep!"
A chuckle escapes Chloe's lips at Rory's persistence. But she obligates and heads for the door. The child already pulling the covers over her head, believing that it would speed up the process. "Sweet dreams, Rory."
Restless with no sleep, Chloe finally gives up. Around midnight she rises from her bed, leaving the bed light on, she decides to go drink a glass of water before going to check on her little sunshine and makes sure she's still asleep.
With just a long T-shirt on her, Chloe walks into the living room and heads over to Rory's bedroom. She slides the door open, half expecting just to see a little sleeping Rory, but what Chloe didn't expect was to see another person sitting on the edge of her bed. Her hand reaches up to muffle her gasp when she quickly realizes it's Lucifer at their daughter's side.
Without waking the little girl up and instead letting her continue sleeping, Lucifer gently combs his fingers through Rory's black locks.
It's been a year since Chloe last saw him, the longest he has ever been away, and when his presence finally registers for her fully, she notices the presents he brought for their daughter.
Stuffed animals. Each a different color and creature, all scattered around the room. In every nook and corner, on every shelf and every surface. Even a basket filled with chocolate chip cookies is on her nightstand. All just so the little Caterpillar can later find them in the morning.
It was his way of saying sorry and making up for it. For staying away.
Lucifer pulls the cover higher over his daughter before pressing a kiss on her head. Standing up, his gaze finally lands on Chloe.
With just that one look, awakened every feeling she had locked away inside of her.
Lucifer walks out of the room and slides the door closed. Never taking his eyes off her.
"She'll be smiling for days when she wakes up..." Chloe starts to say but is cut off by Lucifer digging his hands inside her loose hair and slamming his lips against hers.
Prying her lips apart like a man starving for air, his tongue pushes inside and claims every surface inside of her.
Chloe's tongue meets his with equal hunger and desperation. Nothing comes close to Heaven when its Lucifer.
And when he finally pulls away, letting her catch her breath, it feels like Hell when he takes his fire away from her. What is left is only the burning sensation.
And he knows this, because not a moment later and Lucifer has Chloe taken over his shoulder.
Chloe holds onto her mouth, blocking the sound of giggles when he starts moving them to the bedroom.
Her mysterious side springs to life and she pinches his right ass cheek. In return he pinches the inside of her thigh. Sending a wicked jolt of energy to right between her legs.
Chloe yelps and Lucifer laughs.
"Oh, you're dirty."
"Not yet." Is all he says when he closes the bedroom door and places her on the bed.
When she's lying on her back, she notices that her bedside lamp is off. But that's the least of her problems right now.
Chloe's about to ask when she feels Lucifer slide over her and start to secure her hands to the headboard.
"How long have you thought about this?" She can feel every hard part of his body against her now as he works on her.
"Too long."
While Chloe does believe him, she is very curious as to why he is so laconic towards her.
He suddenly moves off her, making Chloe very conscious about her predicament. Despite her hands, he left her legs alone. She wonders if he noticed the lack of underwear. Probably yes.
She hears him moving around the room, creating this suspense for her as she hears the sound of her desk chair being moved around.
A minute passes, and a light feeling of a winged feather glides over her naked legs. Definitely yes.
Her insides swell at every quiet second of just that feeling. She's suddenly very crateful that she had the entire room sound-proofed for things like this.
Suddenly a bright light is shown on her. Chloe squeezes her eyes closed. "What are you doing?"
Lucifer, now sitting perfectly comfortably and in the chair at the foot of the bed, smiles and doesn't stop shining the light at her.
"I'll be asking the questions, Detective."
Chloe lips slowly fall apart. "You are not interrogating me right now."
"I believe I am." He brings a glass to his mouth and sips a drink. "See anyone else in this room?"
"Untie me!"
"Actually. I prefer you tied up." He says while lazily sweeping his dark gaze over her body. Memorizing it like it's his last night with her. He tilts his head. "Do stretch your legs for me."
At that, Chloe pulls her legs together. She squints her eyes. "Would you please turn that thing off first."
"Very well." He flips the flashlight off, surrounding them in darkness. A moment later and the bed lamp twitches on. He immediately gets to the point. "I know what you did."
"What?"
"Oh, come on now. I have evidence and everything." He says while placing his glass of whiskey back and grabbing a photo off the table and showing it to her. "Exhibit A!"
Chloe eyes the file with a picture of her in it and an older man kissing her. She merely lifts an eyebrow. "That's it?"
Lucifer slumps. "Okay, truth be told it's my only material evidence, that and Zarien's word for it. Ah! I knew I should have brought the demon with me."
"Lucifer that's not—"
"You in the photo?"
"Yes, it is, but—"
"Not your lover then?"
"NO!" She says louder. "Of course not!"
"Explain then." He crosses his hands. "My spies say he's your admirer."
Chloe sighs. "He's not my anything. I don't even remember his name. He was just thanking me at grocery store for picking up his roll-away apples. I couldn't move my head away fast enough. If I knew what he was going to do I would've slapped him."
Something it seems settles in Lucifer's eyes. Relief or possibly something a little darker, Chloe couldn't tell.
He licks his lips. "Very well, but humor me, Detective." He rises and throws the file behind him, scattering to the floor like it's nothing to him. "Knowing you, I know you have a tendency to hide things from me. Give me a reason why I should believe you and maybe I might just forget about my plan to hunt the man down myself."
"Lucifer, I would never. You're the only one for me. You know exactly that I... Wait—" Her eyes widen. "You did not just have an idea to hunt the man down."
Just like his wild eyes, so does his smile grow. "I assure you it is far from just an idea, Chloe. I already have an exact plan formed out on which way to properly tortsure the lad once I find his pathetic ass."
"You're so jealous." She blurts out and relief floods her body when she finally understands why he's acting like this.
"Maybe." Lucifer leans closer, only to hold his hands on her legs. "But tell me, Chloe. How are you going to manage to get out of this one?"
"Who said I wanted to?" She says slowly, knowingly, seductively. Searching his eyes only to find a flicker before he moves.
That worked, because the next thing Chloe feels is her back suddenly being pressed against mattress as Lucifer's weight pins her still. Just like covering her in a cage made by him.
And he continues to kiss her like before, only this time pretending like they have all the time in the world to do so.
Before morning comes, they both are a ball of heat and sweat. Lucifer being inside of her for too many times to count. His feathers scattered on every surface in the room, and it looked like someone broke in, had a fight and then a pillow party while being high. They don't call sex a frenzy for nothing.
Enjoying a few hours in quiet bliss with just the two of them wrapped in Lucifer's wings as Chloe continued to explore his skin by gliding her hands all over him. Memorizing the feel of him before the night was over.
When the buzz and afterglow of their union final fades slightly, the pair both dress each other.
Chloe fixes her hair in front of the mirror; Lucifer slips her bra on and clips it into place. Her underwear and jeans soon follow. In an excruciatingly slow pace. Chloe slides his boxers back as well has his black slacks and the belt. An equally excruciatingly slow pace as well.
When they are both finally dressed, Lucifer notices her frown and brings his hands to her cheeks. With both his thumbs, he softly lifts the corners of Chloe's lips upward, creating a smile.
"We can't keep doing this, Lucifer."
She's right. And he knows it.
"I know." A sad smile on his features, but a smile, nonetheless.
"Rory might catch a glimpse of you one day." Chloe moves, but not from his embrace. "Keep it safe for me." She says while grabbing her ring from her pocket and giving it to him.
Rory was growing quickly, and they both knew that it was going to be a little easier for Chloe to raise her without all things that reminded her of Lucifer.
"When the day comes, I'll gladly put this back on your finger." He takes it from her and puts it in the inside of his hidden jacket pocket.
"Until that day comes." How many times do we have to say farewell to each other until it breaks us? A fresh tear rolls down her cheek.
Lucifer catches it with his thumb. His eyes are glossy as well. "I don't want to keep saying goodbye." He says while placing a kiss on her temple.
"Then don't."
When Chloe finally lifts her eyelids, he's gone.
Chloe watches the sunrise the terrace swing with a fresh cup of warm coffee when the pitter-patter of someone's steps wakes her from her train of thought.
Chloe turns her head just in time to see little Rory with her new stuffed toy climb up onto her lap.
"Thank you, Mommy, for the toys." She says sweetly.
Chloe holding in her tears. Knowing fully well that it wasn't even her who brought them for Rory, still accepted the lie. "You're welcome, sweety."
Rory, not being a typical human preschooler, senses her mother's feelings even if Chloe held it together the best she could.
Suddenly, a little white pair of wings slowly wraps around Chloe and encasing the two in a warm embrace.
Rory lifts her tiny hands and with her thumbs pulls Chloe mouth into a smile. Just like Lucifer did only a few hours ago.
"Charlie said that if you frown too much your face is gonna get stuck like that forever."
Chloe starts laughing. "And did you believe him?"
The little Nephilim shakes her with a smile of her own.
Moments like this are what matter. And Chloe knows how lucky she is to have this moment with her daughter right now. And every little precious moment that comes is a gift.
"Mommy?" Rory leans in and whispers in her. "Next chapter?"
Of course, she didn't dare to forget the promise her mother made her.
Now Chloe bit her lip in an attempt to muffle a chuckle and also from calling her child a little devil.
Which yes, she sometimes was. Like all kids. But on the good days—an angel.
Having enough of the moping and feeling sad, Chloe pulls herself onto her feet and carries her little bundle of joy with her inside. A deal is a deal.
"Next chapter."