entrancelogs | she's got lions in her heart [ open ]

[ Chloe has just taken a sip of her own drink and it almost comes out again in a sputter when he stands up and starts shouting to the crowd. Thankfully she manages to keep it in, her throat burning as she quickly swallows her mouthful of scotch and her mouth falls open as she hears the music screech to a halt, the chatter of people filling the room as chairs are pushed out and glasses are set heavily down onto the bar. ]

Lucifer! What you are doing? [ She hisses at him, swatting his waist with her hand as she tries to avoid the unhappy stares of drink deprived patrons. Chloe shrinks back a bit as her shock starts to melt into amusement, her hand rising to hide her smile as she pulls her eyes away from the bar and turns back to Lucifer. ]

Stop yelling. Why are you closing? People were having fun.

[He turns back toward her, smoothing out his jacket idly.]

Emptying out the place, of course. I thought that was rather obvious.

[He glances down with amusement as she swats at him, observing her cheeks to see if she blushes. He does so like it when she gets all riled up by his antics.]

Yes, well, there are other places to drink and I keep this place open almost every single day. They can give me a night off, I think. Don't you? Especially considering they're getting everything for free.

[He has very little incentive to entertain other people tonight. He seems to only be watching her as he sits back down at the piano, leaning his elbow against the keys cover and resting his cheek against his palm. He doesn't register anyone else even as people file out the door.]

[ She does finally blush as he sits down at the piano, heat rising in her cheeks as she realizes it's only her that he's looking at. Chloe laughs, dropping her head from his gaze for a moment, listening to the sounds of the bar emptying out.

It isn't long before the Lux crowd is gone. It always felt incredibly cramped when full and strangely enormous when empty back home, and Lucifer's recreation wasn't much different. Chloe has come to love the new Lux as she did the one at home; if nothing else, on account of the fact that it was Lucifer's home, and she cared about it because he did. Here, it served as a single thread to their lives back home. When she arrived, Chloe had hated the fact that he remade Lux in this place. Now, she wouldn't want anything different.

Once the bar fades into silence, she leans into the piano, resting her elbow and propping her head to mirror him as she stares at him. ]

We could have just gone up to the penthouse, you know.

On the contrary, Detective. We couldn't.

[He rises from his seat again, goes to collect the bottle of scotch they will eventually need refills from, and come back. The bottle gets placed on the top of the bar before he finishes off his glass and pours them both a little more.

With that done, he sits back down properly, sliding back the cover to reveal the keys again.]

I can't give you a proper private performance without my piano, now can I?

[ Her eyes widen as she watches him collect the bottle, taking a few sips out of her own glass so he can refill it. She leans away from the piano, giving him room to open the cover, unable to keep her eyes off of him. She can feel herself glowing, all of the concerns about cold feet shedding away with the help of his effortless confidence. ]

I'm so honored. [ She shakes her head, amused, her cheeks still a little flushed. ] Okay, I mean... Have at it.

[The tips of his fingers slide over the keys briefly before setting at the proper place. He presses the first few chords, the sound of the piano filling in the empty space, his upper body moving with the tune of the music as he moves through the short intro.

And then, he begins to sing.

His practiced fingers allow him to look where he pleases even as he perfectly plays the notes, and it's very clear that the lyrics are pointed considering they glance over at her at all the right moments.

It's long, and drawn out, and probably over the top, but since when does Lucifer Morningstar do anything halfway?]

[ She recognizes the song with the first few notes, her breath catching in her throat as he starts to sing. It certainly isn't what she is expecting, and between the lyrics, the thick melody rolling across his tongue, and the glances he gives her through the song, Chloe's cheeks continue to burn. She's lost in the moment, allowing him to do his performance with rapt fascination, her gaze never leaving his face.

As the song comes to an end, his voice and the tinkling of the piano fading into echoes through the bar, Chloe sits silent for a moment. It's only then that she realizes she's pushing back tears, all of the emotions that came to a head these last few days rubbed raw inside of her. She opens her mouth to say something, anything, to compliment him or thank him, but there aren't any words in the English language to communicate how he just made her feel.

So, instead, she pushes herself closer to him on the bench, staring into his eyes for a moment before she tilts her head and presses her lips to his. ]

[He didn't plan this, hadn't even known she was going to stop by tonight. That always seems to be when he does something that makes her react like this, when he doesn't think about it so hard and just does whatever he's feeling in that particular moment.

Apparently, tonight is no exception.

Maybe he shouldn't be surprised, but he is every time she decides to kiss him, as if he simply doesn't quite understand why she would want to. All the qualities that had ever attracted anyone to him don't matter to her in the slightest, and it never ceases to confuse him in regards to her affection.

She is what everyone else should aspire to be, and he's what everyone is taught to fear. It shouldn't make sense, and yet when her lips press to his, there seems to be nothing else in the world that makes as much sense as this does.

He reacts slowly at first, inhaling her scent as his hands pull back from the piano keys. He turns toward her on the bench, one hand smoothing over her neck and into her blonde curls, the other slipping around her waist to gently tug her even closer to him.]

[ It's those moments that he isn't trying that enchant her the most. She knows how he is. He's gets whatever he wants effortlessly, attracting whoever he wants from miles away with a wink and a smile. That was the Lucifer she met in Lux on that first case together, the Lucifer she found intolerable and repulsive and artificial. Her immunity to his charms only made it clearer to her when he was trying too hard.

Chloe values integrity over most everything else, and he is honest in the most unexpected of moments. He shows who he is when he isn't pretending, when he isn't wrapped up in rebelling against his father, trying to live up to those low expectations or trying even harder to rise above them. Chloe's watched him try on personalities like Trixie tries on her mother's clothes, and nothing fits as well as who he becomes when he stops trying.

His fingers are soft against her skin, his touch eliciting a small moan from her as he pulls her closer. Her hands move up between them, grasping the top buttons of his shirt as she fumbles to release them.

She doesn't want to wait anymore. She doesn't want to risk him overthinking it. Chloe worries that what's between them makes so little sense that it will get lost, like the way a word stops making sense after it's said too many times. It's best not to think about it at all, and just accept that, regardless of anything else, it feels right. ]

[Luckily for Chloe, he's stopped thinking about much of anything by this point, at least having to do with literally anything outside of the this and the now.

They've both done quite enough of that lately.

The small noise that brushes against his mouth sounds sweeter than anything he's heard in his life. The fact that her fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt only serves to stoke the fire; it's so her he can barely contain himself.

His lips part against her, tongue brushing across her upper lip before he pulls back slightly, forehead pressed against hers, eyes pulling themselves open to look at her through his lashes.]

Perhaps we should take this upstairs, after all.

[ A long breath escapes her lips when he pulls away, a small part of her worried that he's going to be putting a stop to things. She would understand, of course; he had waited for her, and it was only fair for her to do the same if needed, and she would want to do whatever she could to keep him close to her, even if it meant not being close at all.

His words rush through her and she grins, letting out a small laugh. ]

Yeah, okay. [ She slips off the bench, grabbing his hand and threading her fingers through his. Her smile never wavers as she drags him towards the lift, half walking backwards the whole way just so she doesn't have to take her eyes off of him. ]

[He almost immediately regrets saying anything, but only because she's suddenly not entirely within reach. He watches with amused impatience as she backs toward where the elevator should be, and he quickly closes the distance by tugging on her hand in his, guiding her to slip her arms around his neck.]

Come here.

[His hands press down her back, over her hips, to grasp her underneath her thighs, lifting her easily off the ground. He guides her legs around his waist before he simply holds her steadily against him, moving toward the stairs.

See, that's much better.]

[ Chloe lets him pull her back to him, squealing gently when he picks her up and wraps her around him. Excitement rushes through her and she laughs, feeling like an excited teenager with the way her skin ignites at every point he touches.

She can't remember the last time she felt like this, and she isn't quite sure she ever has.

His arms are tight around her and she rests her head in the crook of his shoulder, breathing in his scent before she begins to brush her lips over his neck, tasting his salty skin with her tongue and catching it with her teeth gently, all the while trying to cling to him as he carries her. ]

[His smirk spreads even wider across his face as her teeth tug at his skin.]

Oh, hello. You're a little minx, now aren't you?

[He knew it. Also, he could not have possibly made those words sound more appreciative.

The trip upstairs is blessedly (lol) quick, the door opening with a quick turn of the knob and a push of his knee, setting her feet back onto solid ground and he shuts it behind him, turning away only briefly so he can lock the door.

No interruptions, tyvm.]

Yeah, well, you're not the only one who has experience, Lucifer.

[ She begrudgingly lets ago of him, wavering a little on her feet as he locks up the door. Once his hand leaves the doorknob she's grabbing it again, pulling him flush against her body so she can cup his cheeks and pull him into another kiss, this one long a leisurely as she enjoys the way his mouth feels against hers. She catches his bottom lip between her teeth when she pulls away again, staring up at him. ]

Bed or couch?

[ What? Location is important. ]

Apparently.

[He sees literally no problems with this whatsoever. Chloe may not always like when Lucifer's antics make her the center of attention, but he's never once thought she would sit back and let him have all the fun if they were to make it here.

She probably taught Detective Douche all the tricks he's ever known, really.]

Bed, most definitely. We can always break in the couch a bit later, hm?

[He's...probably not joking. Either way, his hands settle on her waist, fingers pressing gently as he guides her backward toward said bed on the other side of the room. His lips are on hers the entire way, considering he could find his way over there blindfolded if need be. Good thing the layout is identical to his penthouse in LA.]

[ He would be right about that. Chloe may fall into the literal Gift from God category, but she was no saint when it came to the kind of things that went on behind closed doors. ]

We will definitely be breaking in the couch.

[ Chloe isn't joking. By the time she's done with him, there is likely to be no square foot of the penthouse left that she hasn't had sex with him on.

As it is, she isn't going to complain about the bed. Lucifer's bed is heavenly, so to speak, and there is something satisfying about coming full circle this way. ]

The last time I was naked in your bed we weren't having nearly this much fun. [ She speaks only once they reach the bed, her lips drifting not far from his and she raises her hands to work on the buttons of his shirt again. She's now even happier that she chose the outfit she did, since it isn't going to take Lucifer all that long to get it off of her. ]

Well, if we weren't having fun, then I'm not sure that's a story I want to hear right now.

[What in the bloody hell was she doing naked in his bed if not for...

...never mind. Focus, Lucifer. Let's try to actually get her naked in your bed instead.

He busies himself with his cuffs and then the bottom buttons of his shirt so that they can hurry up and meet in the middle. That done, he shrugs his shoulders out of it, letting it slips down his arms onto the floor. His palm is soon cupping the side of her face again, mouth descending to hers as his other hand smooths over her shoulder, pulling dark fabric with it.]

[ A half-snort, half-laugh escapes her when she remembers her drunken visit to the penthouse is yet another memory he doesn't have yet. ]

It's a long, drunk, embarrassing story I'll tell you later.

[ Embarrassing, but telling, perhaps. He hadn't taken advantage of her then, when he had every reason to and when she would have allowed it. Chloe was thankful for that now, thankful that she hadn't tainted what they were about to share with her anger towards Dan.

The feel of his hand pushing down the strap of her jumpsuit makes her tremble, her palms wrapping around his back and splaying against his skin. He feels deliciously warm beneath her touch, her fingers tracing over the perfect curves of his shoulders until they brush against the raised skin of the scars on his back. Only then does Chloe pause, thinking about when she had first seen the scars, the way he had almost violently gripped her wrist when she tried to touch them.

She freezes for a moment, pulling away from his mouth to stare up at him as she continues to brush her fingers across the place where his wings used to be, carefully testing this new boundary. ]

[His body stills under her touch for a moment, interrupted only by the shudder that passes down his spine. That's one memory they both have, when she first saw those scars, questioned him about them.

She's tried to touch them, not out of a desire for pleasure or the result of lust, but because she was concerned about something that had been done to him. He hadn't reacted well, to say the least. No one had ever really bothered to care about them before; if anyone had noticed it'd been an afterthought and certainly not delved into.

He stares at her, his lips parted slightly, but his expression lacks the discomfort that had been there previously.]

It's alright. [He knows he must have frightened her the first time.] You understand now.

[Why it's a sensitive issue for him. Why he reacted the way he did.]

Yeah.

[ She breathes the word out slowly, her fingers tracing the outline of the scars on his back as she speaks. Back then she knew whatever happened had been awful, that he was, once again, hiding his pain behind his nonchalant behavior when she asked about them, betraying that pain for only the brief second that he clutched her wrist before letting go.

Chloe had been startled by the action, how fierce it had been, but somehow not afraid. Chloe knew that Lucifer would never hurt her, and a part of her could at least contextualize where she had overstepped by the looking at the pain he tried to hide. She understands better now; how deep those scars really go, how they are merely surface scratches compared to what is marred inside of him.

The look on his face comforts her and she leans into him again, capturing his lips and she lets her hands brush lovingly over his shoulders, as if she is trying to heal his scars with her touch. After a moment she pulls away again, only slightly, but enough to start to help him pull the straps of her jumpsuit down her shoulders. ]

[It wasn't that she had overstepped, exactly. But it was one of those things that no one really understood in any capacity. He's pretty sure even Maze didn't quite gather everything that his wings represented, having not known him before he'd even been The Devil.

Perhaps Chloe didn't entirely understand either, but she certainly tries, and that means something. She attempted to understand him before he even understood himself.

Really, he's still working on that.

He returns the kiss with more fervor this time, an intense sigh breathed out against her mouth, and he's all too happy to assist in the removal of her jumpsuit, dragging the straps down her shoulders and the side of her arms as the fabric gathers around her hips.]

[ The truth is, she'll never completely understand the enormity of it. The concept of Heaven and Hell being real just on its own merit is still a truth she struggles to wrap her mind around, never mind Lucifer's role in it. Her role in it, really, because Chloe still doesn't understand how she's ended up tangled in all of it. It's obvious to her that the fact she is immune to his persuasion and that she makes him mortal means something, and she wonders if finding out what that is will give her the answers she's looking for.

If anything, Chloe is about the furthest from the kind of person who should have been able to understand Lucifer. Yet, here they are.

Her hands shake as she helps him push the fabric down, bunching it around her waist. Heat radiates off his skin and onto hers, and she huffs quietly, wishing she knew why she couldn't stop trembling. Chloe takes his hand, pressing it to her so that his palm curves around her ribcage, right beneath her breast, staring up at him even as her lips linger and continue to brush against his. He's seen her naked before, and seen her far more vulnerable than this, but the mix of the two continues to rattle her down to her bones. Chloe isn't sure if it's just excitement forcing its way out of her, or a little bit of fear. ]

[She barely has to guide his hands; they crave the touch of skin, and he smoothes them over her ribcage, thumbs brushing back and forth against the bottom gentle swell of her curves.

He grins against her mouth in amusement, his lids heavy as he looks down at her, his words low as they're murmured against her lips.]

Detective, exactly how commando did you decide to go this evening?

[It appeared he underestimated her. Perhaps she had planned this all along, in which case, bravo.]

[ The brush of his fingers against her skin makes her breath hiss from between her teeth, cut off only by a laugh when he finally speaks. She almost wishes she hadn't worn any underwear, just to really blow his mind, but she hadn't exactly been planning this.

Although, to say she had come completely unprepared for it as a possibility would be a lie. ]

I know I'm not the fashionable one between the two of us, but even I know not to ruin a back on a outfit like that with a bra. [ She tilts her head back to shoot him a smoldering look. Chloe has hoped for this, but she also hasn't wanted to push him. The fact that it's happening is almost surreal, especially after all they've been through. ] I think you'll like my underwear, though.

[ It's black and lacy. Granny Panties Decker wasn't invited on this date. ]

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cw: nsfw from here on out just to be safe lol

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