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[ 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.]

[ Her stomach tightens under his touch as she settles over him, her knees pressing against the mattress to give her enough purchase to rock her hips more freely. Chloe's head falls back, her mouth falling open to let out a slow sigh as the tips of her hair tickle delicately against the naked skin of her back.

Leaning back, Chloe presses her palm against his thigh. She manages to not show a shadow of hesitation as she puts the length of her bare body on display for him, her head rolling to the side so she can once again direct her gaze to his sparkling eyes. Chloe likes the feel of this, a surge of power rushing through her at the idea of how wild she must look right now, her cheeks flushed and hair cascading across her shoulders in disarray. She sets her pace again, easier now to guide her movements into a gentle rhythm. Even in the barest, necessary touch of their bodies, she still feels intimately connected to him beyond the physical, knowing that every movement shudders through him with the same kind of intensity that it does her. ]

Go on. [ She knows shutting him up is impossible, and for once, she doesn't particularly want him to stop talking. Her fingers press into the flesh on his thigh, her other hand rising to brush against her own skin, the feel of her fingers ghosting across the swell of her breasts sending pinpricks of passion straight into her spine. ] I know you have some new commentary.

[He barely even finds the urge to take control of this situation, perfectly pleased to relax a bit and watch the show. And by relax, of course, I mean he's going to watch her as if she's the most fascinating thing he's ever seen, fingers pressing into the curve of her hip as he gently makes sure she's steady, his hips pressing upward to meet her in perfect time while he lets her do whatever else she pleases.

Exquisite wasn't enough, clearly. Perfection was closer.

That said, if she wanted commentary, she was certainly going to get it.]

I think I'm going to have to write a song about this. [He grins wickedly, pressing his hips up sharply once just to see how she reacts.] I'll name it Save a douche, ride The Devil.

[ She starts to snort, a laugh half escaping her lips before he moves his hips like that and it's swallowed temporarily by a sharp gasp, a surprisingly loud moan echoing around the walls of the bedroom. Chloe's shoulders slouch forward and her hand flies up to cover her mouth, stifling down a wide smile fighting its way through.

Chloe knows that comment is worthy of a smack, but she can't help the laugh that finally slips out. It's so Lucifer, so dumb and inappropriate and yet, does nothing to dampen the mood between them. This isn't just about the passion, the unresolved sexual tension melting into a heavy reality, but she's also having fun, and she knows it's about that, too.

Being with him is fun. It always has been, and perfection doesn't have to be about concentrated movements and quiet passion. Chloe knows she doesn't have to try, because he's right - it's already perfect. It's perfect because it's with him. ]

If you ever make that joke again, I'm not going to be on top anymore. [ She curves her back, draping herself over him. Her elbows brace next to his head, her hips readjusting ever so slightly to allow herself to move against him at a new angle as she brushes her nose against his tenderly. ] If you keep screwing up my concentration, this is going to take all night.

[His hands slip from her hips, pressing against her lower back as she bends her torso over him. They smooth over her spine, up to her shoulder blades and then back down to her waist, fingers pressing into her skin as she starts to move again. A low chuckle rumbles in his throat, mixing with the pleasured groan that forms there just behind it. His grin only widens as her nose brushes against his, and as she makes that rather juicy complain, he tilts his chin to press his mouth to hers, silencing anything that might be following it.

His tongue rolls against her bottom lip before he speaks, his voice vibrating against her skin.]

I'm failing to see the downside in that.

[ She manages a smile against his lips, never fading even as his tongue plays across her skin and her eyes flutter shut.

Part of her had worried about this; that he would be so practiced, so used to sex, that it would prove to feel stilted and performative. He doesn't know how much she learns about his sex life later on, and how aware she becomes not only of the vast number of his conquests, but the alarming lack of emotionally intimacy he experienced with every one of them. Chloe is miles from a nervous virgin but she also knows she doesn't have the experience he does, nor does she view sex in the same casual manner. As much as she cares for him, it is hard to wonder how instinctive it may be for him to push her away in their most intimate moments.

It doesn't feel that way, though. His gentle laughter and tender brushes don't feel stilted and rehearsed, and it helps Chloe feel less unprepared, less unable to live up to what this moment was, no doubt, expected in his mind and hers.

She brushes her lips against the corner of his mouth, pressing her hips hard against his. ]

Yeah, except one of us doesn't have divine stamina to keep them going.

[Sex has always been an outlet for Lucifer, a way to have fun with another person, a way to watch bliss cross the face of another and know that he was the reason behind. He enjoyed giving people the 'best night of their life' for reasons he couldn't entirely comprehend himself, though perhaps he was just using it as a substitute for something else he didn't understand.

He'd also rather die than let sex become practiced ever. That would ruin the whole fun of it, frankly. Each of his partners had liked everything just a little differently, and discovering what made them tick was part of what made it so enjoyable.

Even now, that part was no different. But, instead of wanting to cause pleasure for his own benefit and self-esteem, he simply wanted it for her instead. A small detail, but an important one.

Her hips press down hard on his and he responds back in kind by pressing up against her, his grin wicked and pleased.]

Then it would just be my turn to take over for a little while. You'll have no reason to complain, I give you my word.

[One hand slips between them, palm turning to slide over her abdomen then down further, his fingers finding the nub where her body is fitted against his. His chin lifts as he uses them to begin to rub dragging, slow circles even as she rocks against him.]

I wasn't complaining.

[ That brush of his fingertips against her is almost something she forgot she wanted, so caught up in the gentle movements of their bodies against each other and the desire to draw out this feeling as long as they possibly could. A fire ignites through her when he touches her, flicks of electricity throbbing from her center through her entire body, and she whimpers quietly.

Pushing herself up, Chloe braces her palms against his shoulders as she lifts her hips, still moving against him while giving him space to continue to let his fingertips explore the best angles to make her moan. ]

That feels so good. [ It takes more effort than it should for her to push the words out, her cheeks flushing a darker pink as she speaks.
] But... [ Chloe catches her breath, her tongue brushing over her bottom lip, although her mouth is almost painfully dry. ] If you keep doing that... This definitely won't last much longer.

[He doesn't seem to balk at that idea at all, his touch insistent and deliberately coaxing, the idea of bringing her to release while she leans over him nearly irresistible.]

Nonsense.

[His voice is low and steeped in his desire for her. His free hand grips her harder, keeping her from pulling away any real distance.]

By the time I'm finished with you, you'll have lost count.

[ Any humor left in her expression falls away completely, swallowed up by the tone of his voice and the pleasurable sensations of his body against hers. Her fingertips curl into his shoulder, pressing into him as Chloe's head drops slightly and her eyes drift close. ]

Oh. [ Her mouth pauses as she draws in a breath, as if she was prepared to argue with him only to find whatever retort she had swept away by his assurances. Chloe unconsciously scrunches her nose, her concentration completely shifting to the way her body begins to jerk at his touch. She couldn't pull away even if she wanted to. She manages, barely, to breathe out a few words. ] I hope that's a promise.

[His lips break into a full out smirk, his lips still parted regardless as he relishes every little twitch and jerk. He wants to see her lose herself at his touch, he wants to give that bliss to her in a way he doesn't entirely understand.]

You'll find out soon enough.

[But it's most definitely a promise. He's not going to let her down now, not when he would set aside the next few days solely for that if she let him.

His fingers slide against her with those same deliberate motions, his own pleasure distant and yet ever present as he soaks up the sensation of her tightening around him in response to his ministrations.]

[ Her lips part and she lets out a breath, finally allowing herself to fall fully into the sensations of his body against hers. Everything else seems to fade out of focus; her fears, her concerns. Their history together, the difficult times, the heartbreak, it all falls away like shedding skin and leaves only this, raw and fresh and tender.

Chloe revels in the feeling of his fingers against her, the sensation of him inside of her, and she doesn't know how he can do this so easily. But he knows her, better than she even understood, as if they had belonged to each other since the beginning of time, as if they were built for each other.

Of course, unbeknownst to them both, they were, in a way.

The tension builds and her climax washes over her, gentle yet intense as her body clenches around him. It's like a fire lapping exquisitely at her skin, her eyes fluttering open to drink in his form beneath her as her skin burns. It seems impossibly long and yet too short once its over, and after a moment her moans and gasps die down, her body stilling as she catches her breath. She lets herself fall into him, burying her face into his shoulder so she can breathe him in, his skin warm against hers. ]

[He feels her cresting to that peak, and his movement don't relent even as she squeezes him tightly. His fingers press harder to help her ride out those waves, his own panted gasps exhaled into the space between them, and his arms encircle her as she collapses against him.

He rolls her over, then, buried inside her but still for the moment, his lips pressing against her throat even as his lips pull into a satisfied smirk.

As promised, he's not done. Not by a long shot. He will, at least, give her a bit of time to catch her breath because he's nice like that.

The minutes stretch in hours, and when he finally follows her into climax, it's not because he's done with her, with the moment, but it's because he simply cannot help it. He finds himself enraptured by the very sight of her, the utter abandon, and finds he can't resist. He loses himself, and the sounds he makes come from a man who has not known what actual release can feel like when it's not just pleasure for the sake of it.

His very being burns for her, and that somehow makes it so different.

As he comes down with her, he's a mess, that fact apparent in the expression on his face before he hides it in the crook of her neck, breathing in the scent of her hair.

He feels like he's been through the emotional ringer, and he's tired in a way he's never known, yet he's never felt more alive.]

[ His body is hot and sticky against her, and Chloe isn't sure she'll ever be able to breathe properly again. Still, she feels perfect, her body still buzzing with the intense pleasure they shared and her heart swelling with so much love for him that she wonders if its possible for it to explode out of her chest.

Chloe lets him rest for a moment, one arm wrapped around his back to cradle him near her, the other hand cupping the back of his head. Her eyes flutter shut as she catches her breath, letting her entire world fade into nothing but the sound of his breath against her ear and the beat of his heart against her chest. Chloe breathes in time with him, slowing only as he does, every curve of her body tucked so perfectly into his that she's not sure she could extricate herself from his body or soul even if she wanted to.

Once they both have quieted, Chloe adjusts herself beneath him, her hand cupping his cheek as she encourages him to look at her. ]

You okay? [ She has to know; that he doesn't regret it, that he isn't afraid of what they just shared. That he won't run again. Her voice is raspy and tight from the gasps and moans he elicited from her with very skilled move, but there is a hesitance in her voice, too. ]

[She adjust beneath him and he does the same above her, shifting slightly off to the side so that he can eventually lay down beside her to make them both more comfortable, the sheets of the bed wicking away lingering moisture from their skin. Her hand is warm against his cheek, and he focuses on that, as well as the look in her eyes when he is finally able to open his own and meet them.

He realizes, belatedly, that he doesn't feel the way he normally would even physically after a romp like that. Normally, he'd be energized and ready to do whatever he felt like, even if that meant sleep. Now, his body feels lethargic, spent, contented.

And yet, vulnerable.]

Never better.

[The words come easily, though low in his throat, and his smile as he says them is the least smug grin the Devil has likely ever made.]

[ The look on his face makes her smile in relief. Chloe nestles her head against the bed, her eyes still leveled on his face as her fingers brush against his skin. She isn't really sure what to think, or how to feel; it's as if every emotion she has ever felt around him is speeding through her, slipping through her fingers before she had the chance to really grasp them. ]

Good. That's good. [ She takes a deep, shuddering breath, her swirling emotions finally settling inside of her. With that, the entirety of what just happened pressed down on her chest, and she felt the tell-tale prickle of tears behind her eyes. ] Me too.

I'm bloody tired, though.

[His body curls into hers, where it's warm, and his face nuzzles into the crook of her neck.]

Is that normal, too?

Seriously?

[ She lets out a laugh, her cheek resting on the top of his head as she feels him curl into her. ]

That was like... Hours, Lucifer. Are you usually not tired?

Well, I mean, of course but...

[He lets himself be tired, generally.]

I sleep because I enjoy it. I mean, who doesn't like a good cat nap, am I right?

Maybe the whole making you vulnerable thing extends to making you sleepy, too.

[ Her voice fades off for a moment, her air contemplative as she brushes her fingers through his hair tenderly. What is happening now - cuddling with him, basking in the afterglow - is so outside of her realm of understanding she doesn't even know how to handle it. She never thought they'd get here. Lucifer never seemed like a cuddler. Of course, he never seemed like someone who could have a relationship before, either. Someone who could fall in love. ]

What do you usually do after, uh... This?

It stands to reason.

[He doesn't seem to particularly care much about this vulnerability, at least. He yawns, shifting even closer to her, seeking warmth.

He's the biggest cuddler.]

Whatever I feel like. Talk. Sleep. Drink. I actually quite like sleeping after sex. It's relaxing.

[Just not necessary.]

I wouldn't have pegged you for a talker. You know though, Lucifer, you might be an alcoholic. I guess not that it matters much considering...

[ And there it is. ]

Holy crap I just had sex with the Devil.

That would require me to actually be intoxicated particularly often, not to mention unable to put it down. Neither of those things apply to me.

[He smirks wildly then, pressing his lips to the curve of her ear before he whispers:]

And you loved it.

Lucifer.

[ Had she been anyone else and thus vulnerable to his Devilish mojo, that probably would have been enough to have her climbing on top of him again. But she isn't, and she's not, although her hand does curve around the nape of his neck, her fingers buried in his hair. She feels good about this; amazing, all things considered. But her guard is down just enough to let that doubt seep some of the way in.

Her grip in his hair tightens as she feels the heat of his mouth on her ear and she takes a breath, staring up at the ceiling. ]

You still feel the same, right?

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