They don't talk about what happened. Chloe had pretty much expected an endless amount of teasing about her little lapse in professionalism, but if anything Lucifer has actually toned it down on the aggressive flirting. Of course he still can't resist the opportunity for any sort of sexual or devil-related innuendo, but that's just Lucifer's default setting, apparently. He's completely dropped his very vocal insistence on getting into her pants, which Chloe is generally grateful for but at the same time it almost comes as a disappointment. Was this all he really wanted? For her to give in? To prove that he was irresistible, even to her?

After that morning he had all but disappeared, leading her to believe the worst. He had stuck around for breakfast at least, going over case files and helping her discover previously unnoticed connections, but then Dan had called about bringing Trixie home early and Lucifer had vanished. Not literally, of course. He made his excuses about needing to attend to club business, and that was the last she heard from him for several days. Chloe even tried to call him a few times - and based on her call log, Trixie had attempted to do the same - but she never made it past Maze, who insisted that Lucifer was perfectly fine and had better things to do than play cop with her. By the time Monday rolled around, Chloe had come to accept the fact that Lucifer was avoiding her, and tried to convince herself that at least things could finally go back to normal.

On Wednesday he showed up at her door with coffee, like nothing had happened. She considered calling him out on his weird behavior, but that would mean bringing up her weird behavior, and it was easier just to ignore it. And honestly she kind of likes the new and somewhat improved Lucifer that's shown up. It's been nearly two weeks now since he returned to helping her, and he is still a little too danger-friendly for her peace of mind, but he seems far less inclined to put her in the line of fire - which is something, at least. And he had stopped with his over-the-top seduction attempts, also an improvement, she thinks. It should have meant he was less of a distraction, but somehow the new Lucifer is even worse. Or maybe it's just her? Ever since that morning she's become painfully aware of his presence. Has he always kept so close to her? Now she can feel the heat of him and know he's standing right behind her, ready to back her up in case this interrogation goes wrong. Or sitting on the couch at a witness's home, she can't ignore the feel of his knee pressed against her leg, or the way his whispered asides tickle below her jaw.

The whispering thing is also new - something he does now instead of loudly announcing his theories in front of potential suspects. And it's great for solving crimes, but it's terrible for her libido. Now she can't help imagining him whispering dirty things to her in that rumbling accent of his. She had earned his stunned silence before, and that was satisfying in its own way, but now she wanted his voice. The detective had even caught herself leaning into him during these whispered conversations on more than one occasion and decided that this was getting out of hand. She clearly needed to get laid, or at least go out on a real date. And then she could stop fantasizing about her errant partner and get back to work.

So when the new transfer asks her out for drinks, she doesn't hesitate to say yes.

"You're what?"

"I'm going out for drinks with a coworker, and I'm asking you to watch Trixie since it's a school night and I don't want her up late. If that's not too much to ask." Chloe rolls her eyes at Dan's reaction. They've been separated for months but he still acts like he has any say in what she does with her free time.

"You really expect me to just say nothing about you going on a date with Lucifer?" His jaw is clenched and his nostrils are flared and at times like these Chloe can't remember what she ever saw in him.

"Detective Warren, actually, and yes I do expect you to say nothing because it's none of your business who I date."

"But it's my business who you let into our daughter's life!"

"It's just drinks, Dan. Drinks with the one person in this department who doesn't already hate me." Now she's just getting frustrated, when she had actually been a little excited a few minutes ago.

"And you really think dating another officer will help you here?" The worst part is he thinks he's protecting her, that she even needs his protection. There's no point in trying to argue with him when he gets like this.

"I have work to do, Dan. I'll drop Trixie off at 7:30." With that she turns on her heel and leaves, before she can say something worse.

"But I thought you liked Lucifer?" Chloe will never understand Trixie's overt fondness for Lucifer, a man who seems genuinely bewildered by the presence of children, or her preternatural ability to see right through her mother. Not that she liked Lucifer, not in that sense, even if they were on mostly friendly terms. He had just reminded her what she had been missing as of late. But tonight she isn't thinking about him at all. She is thinking about what to wear for drinks, and it's really been way too long since she's had to dress for anything but work.

"Lucifer's just a friend, sweetie." She's certainly not about to try and explain her weird relationship with Lucifer to her daughter. It's bad enough Trixie has insisted on knowing every detail about her plans for this evening, and is now perched on Chloe's bed to help her pick an outfit.

"So he's a friend now?" Chloe realizes too late that she's somehow fallen into the trap of a 7 year-old.

"Yes, just a friend."

"That's not what you called him before…" Chloe worries that Lucifer's smugness may somehow be rubbing off on her little girl. She doesn't even know why they're still having this conversation. But she can't seem to stop herself from asking.

"Oh yeah, what did I call him before?"

"An asshole!" Trixie beams in response.

"Beatrice Decker! Language!"

"Sorry, mommy." She doesn't look the least bit sorry, but Chloe is willing to let it slide this once. It's her own fault for not watching herself in front of her daughter. She tries to get them back on track, pulling out a nice-ish blouse and dark pantsuit from the closet.

"What about this?"

Trixie's face is nothing if not honest, pinching up like someone just offered her brussel sprouts for dessert. Chloe sighs and puts the pantsuit back, pulling out a pencil skirt instead. Trixie looks thoughtful for a moment but shakes her head after some consideration. Chloe reaches deeper into the closet to pull out a black sheath dress, holding it front of herself with a hopeful look towards her mini-fashion consultant.

"But you wore it to Aunt Helen's funeral! You can't wear that!" Trixie clearly doesn't understand the idea of a ubiquitous black dress, but her horrified look is enough to send the dress back to the closet.

"What about the blue one?"

It takes Chloe a few moments to remember what Trixie is referring to. She finds it at the very back of her closet, a remnant of the last time she had attempted to re-enter the dating scene, a generally underwhelming experiment. This dress was certainly not at fault for her lackluster results, however. Deep blue and made of some sort of silky fabric, it has long sleeves and a skirt that's just short enough to be sexy without being entirely unprofessional. At least if you're looking at the front of the dress. The back dips low enough that there's absolutely no possibility of getting a bra under there without the straps showing. Thankfully she won't need one with this, and none of her 'date-appropriate' underwear will create panty lines. Trixie seems to consider the decision already made, and is rooting through her shoe collection to unearth a pair of strappy heels. She further insists that Chloe wear her hair swept to the side to better show off the back of the dress. Chloe tells herself that she'll simply move it back after she drops off Trixie, but never actually brings herself to do so.

Of the hundreds of bars in LA, somehow Jack has decided that Lux is the place to meet for drinks. She's not sure if the new detective knows the club's reputation, though perhaps he does, but she can't really come up with a good reason to go somewhere else, so here they are. If he's surprised that the bouncer lets Chloe, and himself by proxy, to the front of the line, he doesn't say anything. Just tells her how excited he is to see a bit of LA's nightlife as they seat themselves at an out of the way table and then proceeds to tell her all about the last place he worked.

Detective Jack Warren had just transferred to the LA branch from some tiny desert town in New Mexico with more UFO sightings than actual residents, and that's probably the most interesting thing she's found out about him. But he's nice, and polite, and they mostly talk about work - apparently the only thing they really have in common. Overall, it's not a terrible way to spend an evening, even if it doesn't quite scratch the itch.

And speak of the devil. Chloe never really understood that phrase, but it feels apt for the way she can suddenly feel his presence even before she sees him approach.

"Detective! I didn't know you'd be gracing my little nightclub this evening. Here to interrogate my patrons again?" His hand rests on the back of her chair as he leans in towards their table, making her very aware of his towering presence.

At first she thinks he's teasing her, because surely he realizes she's on a date. Except no he doesn't, because why would he? This isn't exactly a regular thing for her, nor is she calling up Lucifer every evening to gossip about her day. That would be weird. This is weird, telling him now. She's not sure how to start, or why it's so hard to say the words 'this is my date'. Jack thankfully spares her some of the awkwardness.

"Detective Jack Warren, Chloe and I work together." He even puts out his hand to shake Lucifer's, all politeness and sincerity. "How do you two know each other?"

Chloe is certain that she's just imagining the brief look of hurt that crosses Lucifer's face. But it passes just as quickly, and that troubling grin is back in place. "I'm a bit of a detective myself, actually. Miss Decker and I make quite the team."

Chloe has turned to look at Jack for his response, but she can still feel Lucifer's gaze burning into her.

"Oh, so you're that consultant guy they were talking about. Is your name really Lucifer?" This kid is just completely guileless, Chloe thinks to herself.

"Lucifer Morningstar - fallen angel and delinquent ruler of Hell, at your service." Lucifer finishes off this completely unnecessary introduction with an elaborate flourish of his free hand, leaving Jack looking confused and Chloe feeling completely ridiculous. It's not like everyone else in the department doesn't already think she's a joke, and here Lucifer is just proving them right in front of the new guy.

"What…?"

"Well, I suppose I should leave you two to it. Enjoy the rest of your date. Pleasure to meet you, Jack. Detective Decker," he nods to her, before straightening up, "love the dress." As his hand slips from the back of her seat, a single blunt knuckle traces the line of her back where it's exposed by the dress. His touch is like a live wire, the barest brush of his skin leaving her whole body feeling over-sensitized and so very aware. It's all she can do to keep from arching her back in response, praying that no one notices the way her nipples have tightened beneath the smooth fabric of her dress. Jack appears blessedly unaware of what has just taken place, apparently still stuck on what Lucifer has just said.

Chloe is almost thankful when shortly afterwards Detective Warren suggests they call it a night. The evening had become increasingly awkward after Lucifer's visit, and it was fairly obvious that Jack was pretty uncomfortable with the whole thing. But despite all this, he still insisted on making sure she got home alright, and was very courteous in his goodbyes, though he certainly wasn't angling for things to go any further. He was a decent guy at least, which was somewhat of a rare find in Chloe's world as of late. Even if he did now think she associated with crazy people, he didn't seem like the type to use it against her. Which just pisses her off even more. Not at Jack, of course, or at herself. At Lucifer.

Why'd he have to go and ruin her date? When they were having a perfectly nice evening! She conveniently ignores the fact that it was barely a date, and they were having a tepid evening at best. It didn't mean that Lucifer could just barge in as he pleased and scare the poor guy off!

Chloe realizes she had been pacing her apartment for the past ten minutes, fuming at Lucifer and working herself up, when he should be the one having the miserable evening. She resolves to fix that immediately. Reaching for her phone, she quickly dials Lucifer's number and steels herself for getting past Maze's rude evasions. Her surprise at reaching Lucifer directly is almost great enough to make her forget what she means to say. But he quickly reminds her.

"Detective! Missing me already? I'm touched, really."

"Lucifer, what the hell is your game?" She nearly shouts in the empty house.

"And just what are you accusing me of this time?"

"For telling my date you were the devil!"

"But I am, as I've been trying to tell you this whole…" Chloe cuts him off.

"It's one thing to say that kind of crap to me, but I have to work with these people! The things you say to them reflect back on me!"

"Why are you so concerned with what they think of me? Or do you just not want them to think you're some kind of Queen of Darkness? Ooh, I like that. Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" His irreverent banter is back to grating on her nerves.

"I'm not your Queen! I'm not your anything! I was on a date tonight, with a nice normal guy, in case you somehow missed it!"

"I certainly didn't miss anything. Such as the fact that your supposed date seems to have brought you back home at a very unsatisfactory hour."

"And just what exactly is wrong with this hour?" She sees it again, far too late, herself falling into another stupid trap. Only this time it's not set by her adorably precocious daughter, but by the most infuriating man in LA. A population that also includes her ex-husband.

"You left my club a mere half hour ago. Even granting you the shortest possible travel time, that means he couldn't have been there for more than 15 minutes. That doesn't sound very satisfying to me."

"I am perfectly well satisfied!" She can't believe what's she saying, "Not that it's any of your business!" She's somehow found her way to her bedroom, and is currently taking out her aggression by throwing her high heels across the room into the closet.

"Oh Detective." He says this so gently it could almost be considered affectionate if it weren't so condescending. "First of all, it is my business. A tense detective is a careless one, and I need you in top form if we are going to track down all of the bad guys in this city. And secondly, you are not satisfied. That much is very obvious."

"And just what do you think would make me satisfied?" Oh god what is coming out of her mouth? Why does she always let him get under skin like this?

"Detective, where are you right now?" Chloe suddenly wonders if he's planning to come visit again, and if there's about to be a repeat of the last time he came to her house. She's not sure whether she's hoping for it or dreading it.

"I'm at my house."

"I'm quite aware, Detective. I meant where are you in your house?" Chloe hesitates to tell him, reminded again of what previously took place in this room.

"Are you in your bedroom now?"

"…Yes."

"Good. I want you to lay back on your bed."

"No! This conversation ends now, Lucifer."

"You can stop this conversation whenever you'd like, Detective. But you still haven't hung up, so I'll take that as a sign you're not quite ready to end this. Now lay back, get comfortable."

And she can blame it on curiosity, or even just exhaustion, but she does what he requests. After the night she's had it's quite a relief just to lie down, and good bit of her anger seems to dissipate as she presses back into the softness of the mattress. Her head isn't even on the pillow but she doesn't bother moving.

"There we are, good girl." He must have heard the rustling of the sheets, and it's only now that she notices the absence of background noises from his end. He must also be at home. She tries not to think too hard about exactly where he might be at this moment. He keeps speaking though, making it easier not to think too hard about any of this. "I want you to take your free hand and place it on your stomach. And then I want you to take a deep breath, feeling it as it fills your belly, and then slowly exhale."

She finds herself obeying, feeling more of the tension drain from her body with an extended exhale. She does it twice more for good measure. In the end she's a little more relaxed than when she began, but she wouldn't exactly call this satisfied.

"So this is your big plan? Having me do yoga breathing?"

"No, that was so you would calm down enough for me to tell you this next part." He pauses for a moment, "I want you to touch yourself."

She wants to be angry at him for this, to just yell and hang up and have this whole surreal conversation over with. But the breathing really did help, and she can't quite summon up her usual fury right now. And despite the filthy promise of his voice, he's almost polite in his wording, and it gives her pause.

He isn't wrong, per se. Chloe hasn't had any relief of that sort since his little impromptu visit to her bedroom, and the two weeks that have passed since that morning seem to have stretched out interminably longer in her memory. But that first time was as much about proving him wrong as it was about getting off, and this time letting herself have this would also mean letting him win. And she's not about to give in without getting back a little of her own first. She wants him just as frustrated as he's made her, and that means keeping her cool. For now, at least.

"It's certainly not your worst idea, but then I will need to hang up the phone and…"

"No!" Lucifer nearly growls in response. Chloe finds herself grinning at gaining such an easy victory so early.

"No? I think I can handle this part on my own, and surely I'd need my hands free?" She jokes, not quite willing to give up the game just yet.

"I'd prefer you stay on the line a little longer, Detective." Comes the somewhat strained response.

"And why is that?"

"Because the rest of the night has bored me and this is at least mildly amusing?" Lucifer has always prided himself on his honestly, but Chloe knows how easy it is to hide the truth behind a rhetorical question.

"Hmm, wrong answer. Surely you can do better than that?" It's surprisingly easy to talk to him like this - with the barrier of the phone line between them, she can almost pretend there will be no repercussions to whatever she says. Apparently Lucifer feels much the same because his next words are surprising candid.

"Detective, you are not the only here in need of…relief."

"Is that so?"

"Do not play coy with me." There is a hard edge to his voice, but it doesn't frighten her. It actually thrills her a little to know she's gotten to him like this, and it gives her courage. He continues on, equal parts scolding and seductive. "You are temptation itself, and yet you taunt me with what I cannot have. And here I thought I was the devil."

Chloe surprises both of them by laughing, giggling even, at his terrible pun - if you could even call it that. The absurdity of this situation certainly merits her laughter, but more than that it's the sudden freedom she feels at Lucifer's confession. He's admitted that wants her, actually wants her, and not just to prove he can have her. He's stripped himself of the role of the cynical playboy set after some new challenge, and revealed himself as just a normal man with a bit of a crush. Well, normal might be pushing it, but the fact that he's more than a little into her is pretty apparent. Which means he also has something to lose here, and that evens things up a little between them in her mind. Makes letting herself have this a little easier, even as it suddenly matters in a way it hadn't before. Chloe takes a few minutes to catch her breath after laughing harder than she has in a good long while, before putting on her best serious voice.

"Alright, then what do you want me to do about it?" Once again her voice is breathier than she intends, but this time she fully appreciates the effect it has on him. She can hear Lucifer on the other end drawing in a sudden breath, and she's pleased that she has once again caught him off guard. But he returns to form quickly enough.

"I think I've made that perfectly clear, Detective." And there's that voice that's been teasing at her ear for weeks now.

"And are you planning to just sit there and listen?" She wants to know how far he intends to go with this, and whether she's the only one who will be so intimately exposed.

"I plan to do a great deal more than that, granted you're willing of course." Chloe can almost hear his grin coming through the phone. She also notices that his own breathing is not entirely unaffected by this line of conversation.

"I'm still not going to sleep with you." It's important that she reminds him of this, now, before he starts thinking she's agreeing to anything more than a little shared relief. As it is, this could still have the potential to be a terrible decision.

"Then it's a good thing I'm not asking you to right now." It's blatantly obvious from his tone that they'll be revisiting this discussion in the future. "Now go on then, put your phone on speaker and let those devious little hands wander. I'm assuming a video chat is out of the question?"

Chloe actually considers this, weighs the pros of seeing…whatever it is he's doing now, against the obvious cons of him seeing too much. She thinks about hiding beneath the covers again, but that sort of defeats the purpose. And with nothing but his voice present, this whole thing doesn't feel quite so real, and she's enjoying the dreamlike quality of the moment. She shakes her head no before remembering to say it out loud, directed to where her phone now rests a few inches to her side.

"A photo then? I show you mine and you show me your's?" Chloe actually groans at the cheesy line, but it helps that he sounds as ridiculous as she feels.

"Not on your life, buddy." Her words are harsh but her tone is teasing.

"I'll just have to rely on my memory to fill in the blanks then." Her face heats up at the idea of what his memory is conjuring up right now, as well as the realization that she now has her own memories to fuel her imagination. No matter how quickly she had looked away, his attempt to even things up between them had left her with a pretty good idea what he looked like under those expensive suits. At the time she was more focused on the scars on his back, but now she's remembering…other aspects of him. She imagines right now that he's still impeccably dressed in his clothes from this evening, but that he's taken his jacket off to roll up his sleeves over strong forearms. She almost considers asking him about this but that just seems beyond corny. Apparently not too corny for the prince of darkness, however.

"Are you still wearing that lovely blue dress, Detective? Or perhaps you've already slipped into that delightfully sheer little number from the other morning." Chloe had never thought of her threadbare pajamas as anything particularly enticing before, but Lucifer has an apparent gift for making anything sound sexy. A gift she herself lacks - she's never been one for talking during sex, and she suddenly feels woefully out of her depth with this whole thing. Thankfully Lucifer doesn't expect her to answer, or offer up any kind of response, as he continues speaking.

"Though your dress this evening didn't hide much either - don't think I couldn't see just how deliciously you reacted to my touch tonight. Though I can't imagine your tedious little friend had reason to notice how flimsy your dress was. It was all I could do not to take you right there in front of him, and show that insipid mortal what he could never dream of having."

Chloe still hasn't completely forgiven Lucifer for his rude behavior this evening, but knowing that it was born out of jealousy fills her with a odd sense of pride. There's no way she's willing to admit to this, however, nor will she describe to him the way her hands have drifted up to cup her breasts through the silky material of her dress. She arches into the touch, imagining it's Lucifer's hands instead.

"Perhaps, on second thought, I'd rather not share you with any of those lesser beings that fill my club. We'd have more privacy just upstairs - surely you recall visiting my apartment? I think you'd find my bed far more comfortable than the bar, and the view up there is a much more appropriate backdrop for making the beast with two backs."

Chloe groans at the euphemism, but he's got her thinking about what she saw at his apartment - quite the view, indeed. One hand is already tugging her skirt higher, teasing along her thighs while the other continues brushing across taught nipples. She knows the sounds she's making now are loud enough for him to hear, and his own uneven breathing can easily be heard on her end.

"Are you…?" It's as much as she can bring herself to ask.

"Yes," he hisses back, and she can almost feel his voice thrumming through her entire body. She can no longer resist trailing the hand at her hem to where she most needs it. A single finger makes its way beneath the delicate fabric of her underwear to slip inside her, the heel of her hand providing the perfect the perfect counterpoint against her clit. "And what about you, Detective? Has your hand found it's way into your knickers? How many fingers do you have in that gorgeous quim?"

"Just the one." She breathes in response.

"Only one? That won't do at all." She almost laughs at how he sounds almost petulant, even though his words are coming out shakier now. "How about we try for two, shall we?."

It's not a command but she obeys all the same. He's speaking as though he's there with her, asking her if she can take in two of his own fingers. His are long and surprisingly elegant, the hands of a piano player, and she can't deny that she may have fantasized about them once or twice in the past two weeks. Right now she's imagining them inside of her, stretching her perfectly. At this rate she's not going to last long, and from the sound of it, neither is he.

"It might please you to know I haven't had need to take myself in hand for many eons, but this is what you do to me, Detective…"

Normally she'd be rolling her eyes at the 'eons' comment but she's off guard caught by the honesty contained within rest of his statement. She realizes she hasn't seen him sneak off with any of his admirers in quite some time, and while that didn't necessarily mean he hasn't been picking anyone up in his downtime, right now he's chosen to have semi-awkward phone sex with her instead of actual sex with any number of willing partners. And she has no idea why he's picked her, or what any of this means, but it's strangely flattering. And very sexy. Her hand speeds up of its own will, and she moans as each thrust of her fingers brush over the perfect spot inside her, only to hear an answering moan from the other end.

"If only I could witness you right now, falling apart beneath me…"

"Can't you just…'appear'…wherever you want?" She half-teases, amazed at herself for managing to get the words out. She almost wishes he really did have the power to teleport into her bedroom right about now.

"Don't tempt me." He groans.

"I thought that was the point?"

Those are the last real words she's able to get out before all that escapes her mouth are sounds of pleasure. Even Lucifer has ceased speaking, though the sounds that make their way to her ears paint a very vivid picture of just what he's doing. She can tell he's close. She's nearly there herself, needing just another little push to get there. Almost as if sensing her need, Lucifer speaks once more.

"I want you to come for me, Chloe."

It's the first time he's called her by name this entire conversation, and drawn out sound of it sends her trembling over the edge. She hears him follow her with shaky groan, just as the final tremors pass through her body. The entire thing has left her feeling lightheaded and more than little giddy.

And even though she'd be hard-pressed to admit it, she's actually feeling pretty satisfied right now. There's not a single ounce of tension left in her body, and she's perfectly willing to just melt into the bed, still mostly dressed, and stay here forever. Lucifer is probably feeling some of the same considering how quiet he's been for past few minutes. She can feel herself beginning to drift off a bit before she hears a whispered "Goodnight, Detective." from the other end.

"Goodnight, Lucifer."