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[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. ]

[It's all on the menu, Chloe, so long as there's not protests on her part.

His teeth drag over his bottom lip as he watches her divulge him of his pants with little fanfare. Her expression as her eyes roam over his form is a bit different than the first time she saw him in all his naked glory. No doubt she'd been impressed the first time, if not overwhelmingly surprised, but it was clear she appreciated him in an entirely new way now, and he couldn't say he didn't mind being wanted beyond the purely physical.

His hands briefly lift to cup the back of his head, arms back on either side of his face as he grins smugly up at her.]

I know. And you...

[-he starts as he rolls over with her, following her cue with graceful smoothness. One of his knees settles between hers as he holds his weight gently above her with his arms.]

...you're even better than I remember.

[ She was impressed that first time, although mortified in equal lengths. She may have had her wild days (she knows she will never live down Hot Tub High School), but Chloe has always been far more demure than Lucifer is probably capable of being. His little stunt walking out naked had sent her for a loop... But it didn't exactly go unappreciated, either.

Far different than how it is appreciated now, of course. She rolls her eyes dramatically, stretching her head back to let out a little laugh. ]

Well, the last time I was pointing a gun at you, too, so I really hope this is a step up.

[ It only occurs to her now how many times he has seen her naked... Even if Hot Tub High School doesn't count, there was the time he barged into her house and even if he didn't do anything, Chloe isn't dumb enough to know he didn't at least look when she stripped off her clothes in a drunk frenzy. ]

Plus, this time it's interactive.

Edited 2017-11-14 04:04 (UTC)

[He smirks down at her, leaning in to press his mouth against the outer corner of her mouth, then her cheek, jaw, the spot just behind her ear. His nose and breath brushes against the curve there before he drags the tip of his tongue over her pulse point before he murmurs-]

I think you look quite sexy with that gun.

[Though he does prefer when she doesn't shoot him with it.

His head dips down to press his mouth against her collarbone, caressing the well just above it with another drag of his tongue.]

I'll admit, I do prefer this over a look but don't touch situation.

[ Trying to put together a quick come-back is impossible with the way his tongue is moving over her skin, and instead she just gets out a strangled moan. Having him this close feels more amazing than she ever would have dreamed, and she has certainly dreamed about it. ]

I... [ Chloe gulps for air, her palms splaying against his sides, running down the length of his torso. ] I think it might kill the mood if I shoot you again.

[ There will definitely be no guns involved, but she might be convinced to pull out the handcuffs one of these days.

Unable to resist it anymore, Chloe's hands leave him and move down to her hips as she tries to push the rest of her jumpsuit down off her hips. ]

[He just likes to see her in charge, powerful and strong, and she certainly knows how to use that little device with surprising accuracy.]

We wouldn't want that, now would we?

[Amusement colors each word as he relishes the sounds she makes as he tests out each new expanse of skin he comes across.

He can feel her trying to shift the rest of that bloody outfit off, and he looms over her briefly, helping her by hooking his foot into the fabric and shifting it down her legs. His hand smoothes up over her waist and ribcage before palming the side of her breast, thumb and forefinger gently rolling the peak of her nipple between them.]

Definitely not.

[ The heat of his skin against hers feels good when he finally gets the rest of her outfit off. Her back arches at his touch, and she sucks in a quick breath of air as her eyes flutter shut briefly. Chloe can't take her eyes off of him for long, though, snapping her eyes open to stare directly into his as her mouth drops open. ]

Lucifer... [ It's something between a moan and a plead, her voice trembling and vulnerable. She raises her hand to his stomach, brushing his smooth skin as she moves down, her fingertips pausing to tickle his flesh right beneath his bellybutton. ]

[Her body is pliant beneath his, her skin warm beneath his hands. Her touch is electrifying, a shudder careening down his spine as her fingers reach lower, his abdomen tightening reflexively. He exhales a sharp breath, equally affected by all this in the same way she is, but he's never heard her sound quite like that, that pleading quality shaking him to his core.]

I've got you.

[As if to prove his point, he slips one arm beneath her back, pulling her body flush against his briefly as his head descends to brush his lips against her sternum before gently setting her back down on the mattress.]

Just tell me what you want, and it's yours.

[ She lets her head fall briefly, feeling his lips brush against her, and she feels so safe with his arms around her. Chloe has never felt like she needed protecting, as much as Lucifer seems to be there to save her. They are stronger together, though, and she can feel it now more than she ever could before. ]

Just you.

[ It's a whisper, barely a breath and she only knows he can hear her because he's so, achingly close. Chloe raises her leg, hooking it around his hips. Her hand lowers, brushing against his soft skin, finally wrapping her hand around his length. ]

I want all of you.

[His eyelids flutter closed as she wraps a hand around him, stomach tensing as his lips press together before his tongue wets them and he manages to let out a breath. He's hard already for her, which is no surprise really, his hips tilting toward her touch with unbidden need. His free hand splays across the thigh draped over his hip, sliding upward to those very nice lace underwear she was so proud of, but it's most certainly time for them to tag out for now.

His fingers hook under the waistline before he slowly and deliberately drags them down, effectively removing the last barrier between them. He tosses them aside onto the floor without a second thought so that his arm is once against free to wrap around that leg, holding her firmly against him.]

[ The lace scrapes gently against her skin and the sensation is driving her crazy. Once he disentangles her panties, his hand hot and strong against her, Chloe's hips roll up towards him. She shifts to press herself against him, another moan slipping out between her lips. Chloe rocks her hips gently, watching the small reactions on his face, her eyes locked on his tongue as it brushing against his lips.

She arches again, grinding their hips together with more fervor, the feel of him sending electric shocks of pleasure through her entire body. She's panting now, her heartbeat pounding in her ears, drowning out almost everything but the look on his face and the feel of him against her. He'll be able to feel how wet she is, how much she wants him, if the desperate look in her eyes isn't enough. ]

[For the first time, likely ever, Lucifer Morningstar is at a loss for words. He watches her with half-lidded eyes, visibly enamored with every small movement and sound uttered from her lips. He's never wanted anything more than he wants her in this moment, and yet he's never been so timid about taking that step.

Lucifer knows sex, knows it well, but this feels like something else. Something different, something more. It excites and frightens him in a way he can't possibly express, and he falters only briefly as that vulnerability shifts across his face as his eyes meet her desperate ones.

But he said he'd give her whatever she wanted, and Lucifer is not one to go back on his word. He wants this, and he wants every last piece of her, wrapped around him in every way imaginable, and between how slick she is as she shifts against him, as well as the expression on her face, any lingering doubt about his own emotional inadequacies fades away in a haze.

The hand at her hip shifts under her, lifting her hips ever so slightly as he pulls his own away from her, allowing him to gently tease at her entrance before he leans into her, allowing himself to sink slowly inside her.]

[ For a moment, Chloe wonders if he's going to pull back. She warned him it would be different, and she has no doubt that the strange emotions filtering through him are difficult to parse, especially if they are anything near the complex passion slicing through her own body, straight into her soul. She stills beneath him for a moment, her breath catching in her throat as she waits for him to make up his mind.

Then he shifts, his hips rising only to push again towards her. Chloe breaths a gentle moan as he enters her, her leg tightening around him, her hands moving to splay her fingers through his hair. Once he settles, her grip tightens for a moment, holding him still. This moment is amazing, so seemingly out of reach for so long only to become so real, and she wants to enjoy every excruciating second of it. ]

Lucifer. [ She raises her head from the bed to press her mouth against him, her tongue tracing the outline of his lips gently. As she kisses him, she gently shifts her hips, encouraging him to finally move against her. ]

[A groan forms in the very base of his throat, rumbling to the surface as his eyes tuck into the crook of her neck. She's warm, and welcoming, and perfect. Every nerve in his body lights up all at once, the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and he shudders once in her arms as she holds him still.

The way she says his name vibrates through him, and he lifts his head as she does, meeting her lips thoughtlessly. He feels lost in his emotions, but found in the melding of their bodies, flipping over in a tide of physical and emotional bliss.

Why in Dad's name did humans do silly things like drugs when they had this? He failed to see how love wasn't far more consuming and addictive because he most assuredly wanted to feel like this all the time.

His eyes drag open as Chloe shifts slightly under him, a glint returning to his eye at her gentle guidance, and he's all too happy to give her exactly what she desires. He starts slowly, long dragging stroke as he keeps that leg wrapped up in his arm. His other hand cradles the back of her neck, fingers splaying through her hair, his mouth kept occupied by hers before he finally breaks away with a low moan, eyes squeezing tightly at another rush of all too human emotion, a single word tumbling from his lips against her ear.]

Chloe...

[ She lets out a little sound, something between a moan and a sob, the sound of her name on his lips rippling through her. She could probably count the number of times he's called her by her name on one hand. Chloe doesn't mind so much; she's grown accustomed to his referral to her by her rank, realizing somewhere along the line it became a pet name as much as anything else. To hear him whisper her name now, for all they have shared, is almost far more intimate than anything else she's experienced with him, and it does nothing but heighten the sensations between them.

Pressing her forehead to his, her eyelids heavy but her gaze concentrated on his face as she watches every small reaction. There's a sense of pride there in the knowledge that it was not just her doing this to him, but that she was the first to make him feel quite this way, to give herself to him in a way that went beyond simple lust or shallow desire. She answers his movements with a gentle roll of her hips, rising in rhythm to meet his strokes. The quiet between them is hardly stagnate, punctured with gentle moans and gasps as she breathes against him, her mouth barely wandering from the warmth of any available part of his skin. ]

[He gets wrapped up in her, lost in the gentle movements of her body, in the gaze she locks on his. He's used to being in perfect control, of each shift of his frame and each roll of his hips being completely deliberate, delighting in the way he could make someone squirm.

He could barely keep a sense of his own thoughts, let alone anything else. She was a force to be reckoned with, something he had to cling to to keep from drowning, a soul to worship. His head swam with things so long kept out of his reach, his chest filled with a sense of pure belonging, as if he were well and truly home.

He makes an almost pathetic sound as his face tucks into the crook of her neck, a mindless but blissful groan rising from is throat.]

[ The emotions rolling through her are impossible to define; she's not sure there is a word for this, because love or desire or need doesn't even begin to cover it. Chloe knows now that she's never experienced this, not in the sense of simply finding herself in him, but finding him as well.

She understands now what he truly meant by belonging wherever she is, the way that she now understands why she rejected her feelings for him all this time. The idea of finding happiness in Wonderland was something she didn't feel like she deserved, that it would be nothing but a betrayal to her daughter and herself. Now, she can't imagine why she denied herself, how she became so full of self-loathing that she would turn her back on this tiny corner of happiness in this horrible place. In retrospect, it seemed inhumane to herself, now that she truly understands how he makes her better, and how better they are together.

His breath puffs against her neck and she tightens her grip in his hair, cradling him as gently as he had her. Maybe, sometimes, she does need him; but she also knows that he needs her too. ]

Hey, I've got you. [ Chloe echoes his words, letting him know that she has him, and she is never letting go, not as long as he wants her as much as she does him. She starts to move against him with more fervor, attempting to clear her head enough to stay in control, guiding him even as he continues to lose himself in her. ]

Edited 2017-11-28 03:40 (UTC)

[Her voice, perfect and clear in his ear, centers him. He breathes out again, his skin shuddering against hers as her fingers fist in his hair. Her movements threaten to drag him down again, but he hangs on to that tiny bit of clarity he's found as he tilts to meet her.]

That you do.

[He murmurs it against her ear with a bit of humor in his tone, but it's never been more true. She has him, wholly and completely, for as long as she pleases. Saying it aloud is a way of telling her that he knows, that he submits, that no one else could hold him the way she does.

He drags his tongue against the curve of her throat, lifting his head as his pace steadies, though there's still a glazed look in his eyes as he looks at her, as if she's the only thing he sees.]

You are exquisite.

[ Her eyes flutter shut once again as his tongue drags across her skin, Chloe now the one finding herself distracted by the hot caress of his body pressed against her. His words move through her, vibrating past the inside of her ear, down her trembling spine, through the haze of lust settling through her and straight into her rapidly beating heart.

She understands the depth of his words; as flirtatious as they seem, they throb with meaning in time with the waves of passion rolling through her body. It's then that she is again reminded of who he is, not just to her, but to their world at large. The Devil, evil incarnate; a label cast upon him as ruthlessly as he was cast out of Heaven. To think it was the same person who cradled her so gently, whose breath panted so delicately in her ear was the same soul that once ruled Hell. To know she loves him in spite of who he is (or, perhaps, loves him because who he was led to who he has become) feels more natural than any kind of love she has experienced.

But more is the knowledge that rocks her down to her very soul. The intimate realization that he is not what the world has made him, that he is not what his father wanted him to be, that he is not evil.

Chloe doesn't understand a lot about what is happening between them, but she does understand one thing: anything evil would not be capable of this, of the capacity of love that radiates off his skin, the tenderness in every small moan and every shift of his hips. She finds her grip on him tightening, holding him closer not just for the feel of his body, but to ground him in this moment, in this precious sliver of humanity that belongs to him. A moment he has chosen to share with her.

A deeper blush creeps over her face at his compliment, capturing his eyes with her gaze as her heart rushes in response to that hazy, intoxicated look on his face. Chloe breathes out a gentle laugh, her palm slipping down to cup his cheek. ]

Shut up. [ She flicks her hips to meet him again, moving her hands to brace against his shoulders before she pushes him sideways, encouraging him to pause long enough to roll over onto his back. ]

[He can't read her thoughts or he would be stilled into silence again at their contents. He has no delusions about himself; he's not what anyone would consider good, but he's never thought himself as evil, either. He's seen evil, stared it repeatedly in the face, and brought it to its knees again and again. He is the unwilling villain of his Father's endless charade, and she's helped him change that, piece by piece.

He no longer had to prove he wasn't evil. It was simply a fact, because she wouldn't be with him if he were.

The movement of her hips causes him to groan, stalling the snarky comment on his tongue. His hands move to encircle her as he rolls into the movement she's created, keeping them locked together as he settles onto his back.]

Yes, ma'am.

[He couldn't keep it in forever, the mischief in his eyes glittering brightly as he looks up at her. His hands settle on her hips, his teeth drag over his lower lip as he appreciates every little detail of this sight. It makes his heart shudder in his chest as one palm smoothes over her stomach as if to seek out every bit of her body that he's yet to touch.]

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