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

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. ]

I'm not sure I'll be paying much attention to them, to be perfectly honest.

[He has plenty of other things to keep him occupied, for starters. Like her neck, which he's now dipping down and tilting his head to taste the skin just below her jawline as he presses himself closer, his torso pressing flush against hers.

His hands press into her skin as he turns them in place so that he can have a seat on the edge of the bed, tugging her with him into his lap.]

Not until I'm getting rid of them, anyway.

[ Her giggles are cut short to moans as his mouth works against her neck. Chloe lets him turn her, lets him pull her down and she rests her knee on the bed, straddling his waist before she lowers herself into his lap. Every one of her senses seems unusually heightened, not completely unlike when she was a vampire (it also occurs to her, briefly, how amazing vampire sex must be), and that's the only thing convincing her that this isn't a dream. His chest is hot and flush against her, his lips wet against her skin, the sharp smell of his cologne mixed with a scent that is just him filling her nose; all of it is so real and yet, she still is still waiting for it to end, waiting to open her eyes and find herself alone in her own bed with Maze hovering over her.

She likes that she's towering over him for once, her blonde hair falling in a cascade around their faces as she starts to explore him again with her lips, ghosting gentle kisses down his temple and across his cheek. ]

That's funny, I always kind of pegged you as a lingerie kind of guy. [ Chloe isn't exactly into it herself, but she's willing to step it up for him. She's willing to do just about anything for him at this point if it means he doesn't stop touching her. ] Guess I'll just leave out the underwear completely next time.

[His mouth parts from that side of her throat, speaking words as he casually moves to the other side to give it the same treatment.]

Well, I wouldn't necessarily disagree with that statement, but I'm a 'whatever makes you feel sexy' kind of guy. [The more comfortable she is, the better, tbh. Confidence is hot.] You could be wearing a plastic bag and I'd want to ravish you.

[His hands travel down the span of her waistline, delving slightly beneath the fabric still pooling where she sits, fingers grazing the top of her hipbones.]

Well, you make me feel sexy. So does that mean I don't have to wear anything?

[ She rolls her head to the side, her eyes fluttering shut as she pushes her fingers through his hair. He can definitely look forward to Chloe raiding his wardrobe, walking around in his shirts and not much else.

Her hips twitch under his caresses, and she laughs as she shifts in his lap. ]

Help me get the rest of this off already.

That just might be the best idea you've ever had, Detective.

[The way he says it sounds almost like a purr against her skin, those grazing fingers pressing with more purpose as he smirks almost wickedly at her impatience.]

No need to rush. We do have all night, after all.

[But he seems to be acquiescing to her demands anyway, hands pushing back dark fabric, sliding it past her hips.]

[ Chloe shivers again, her eyes fluttering shut because his voice feels just as gentle and electrifying as his touch. ]

Really? I thought you would want to get right to it, but...

[ Shifting again, she grabs his hands from her waist and uses her weight to push him back onto the bed, slouching over him as she presses his wrists into the mattress. ]

We can definitely take our time if you want.

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Well, there's what I want and what I want. I admit I'm having a hard time reconciling them.

[He lets her push him back onto the bed, his grin growing truly mischevious at her boldness. His teeth press into his bottom lip, eyes traveling down her front appreciatively before they lift back to her face.]

Or we could just get down to business and save the whole taking our time thing for round two.

[To be truthful, he's nervous too, hiding the way his own hands might shake behind his usual bravado. He knows all the moves to this dance better than anyone, but this isn't just a dance he needed to know the steps to.

He didn't want to mess up in all the ways he so usually did.]

[ A blush reddens her cheeks when he looks her over, and she suddenly feels a little shy, but not enough to pull away. ]

You're going to get what you've wanted, whether it takes all night or not.

[ She lets go of his wrists, pushing herself up so she can run her fingers delicately over his chest. Her gaze drinks him in just as appreciatively, wanting to memorize every curve of him. Once she is done, her eyes meet his again, full of softness. ]

Lucifer, I love you. I just want this to be perfect.

[His eyes are glued to her face as she speaks, a strange expression flittering over his face, as if he's not sure what to make of all that. It hits him strangely, makes him feel simultaneously drunk and queasy, but in an enjoyable way, a way that he doesn't ever want to let go of.

His face feels hot as he fumbles with what words to say, but they finally come.]

Well, that's just it, Detective. [His hands roam softly at her sides, without conscious thought.] You already gave me what I wanted. All of this is just...perks, I suppose.

[This isn't what he needed from her. It was different because it was her, because she loved him.]

It's already perfect.

[ Her stomach flops around inside of her. Seeing him look at her like that is such an amazing feeling, and she doesn't think it will ever get old. Whenever she says something like that, or kisses him, he looks at her as if he is vaguely confused. Chloe thinks she knows why; he's never loved before, not in this way, anyway, and perhaps more importantly, it's been so long that he's felt what it's like to be loved he's forgotten.

She ducks down again, pressing her lips to his slowly, enjoying the way he tastes. He ignites a fire in her that goes beyond lust, and although she feels that for him too, it doesn't overshadow the way her heart swells in her chest. ]

It's different with someone you love. [ It's almost a warning to him, because she's not sure he entirely grasps what he's gotten himself into. ] But honestly... It wasn't what I expected from you. Of course, I didn't think this would ever happen at all.

[ She may be stalling a little herself, knowing that this is going to bring them even closer, although at this point that seems impossible. ]

[His eyes slowly close as she leans in to press a kiss to his lips, the beat of his heart quieting for the moment. His hand lifts to cradle the back of her neck, as if she's something delicate this time, and he makes a soft sound of contentment before she breaks away again to speak.

He doesn't grasp it. How could he possibly understand until he's lived it? But he wants it, perhaps needs it, this thing that's been missing for what feels like his entire life.

A strange swell of emotion rises back up in his chest as a look of concern crosses over his features.]

Should I be doing something else?

[If this was different to her, unexpected, then surely it must be a problem on his part.]

[ Even his look of concern can't stop her from laughing because... He is so dense sometimes. Chloe reaches up to cup his cheek, brushing his skin and carefully outlining his lips with her fingertip. ]

No. You're doing better than most humans I've been with. Believe me. [ She doesn't have quite the... prolific history he does, but she has her experience. Even Dan wasn't this thoughtful the first time, although he made an effort. ] Maybe it's better if I just show you.

[ She moves to meet his lips again, opening her mouth to his as she presses her body against him. Her hand skates down his stomach, slowly grasping at the button on his slacks to unhook it. ]

[Well, just because something happens to be perfect from his point of view doesn't make it so on her end.

Funny how he hasn't even thought about that until just now considering every partner he's ever had has done nothing but go on about the best night of their lives. He's never had to be concerned about this, not really. It just came...naturally, he supposes.

Or perhaps none of that was real, either. Just something else to attribute to Lucifer being himself.

He smirks, his confidence completely reasserted.]

Well, by all means.

[Her reassurances easily placate him, his lips parting as hers do against them, his tongue rolling against hers with practiced dexterity. He reaches down as well with one hand, thumb hooking into the waist of his pants to help shove them down as they go looser around him.

His other hand smoothes down her back in one fluid motion, coming to a rest as his fingers hit lace, and he smirks into the kiss at that lovely realization.

Perhaps she was right after all. He does like them.]

[ The feel of him smirking against her lips as his hand brushes her underwear says everything she needs to know, and lingerie is definitely back on the menu.

She rocks her own hips back enough to push his pants down, slipping off of him so she has a better angle to strip his pants down off his legs. Once what was left of his clothing is abandoned in a pile on the floor, she turns back to look at him, her eyes raking across his body as she takes it in. ]

I know I'm going to regret saying this but... You are so hot, Lucifer. [ Of course he is, the most beautiful of all the angels. And he's hers. It still doesn't make any sense at all.

She grabs his shoulders, encouraging him to roll on top of her as her back presses into the silk sheets. Her hair splays out across the bed, as wild as the look in her eyes as she arches her body up against him. ]

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

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