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1x11, Chloe had gotten drunk and fallen asleep, leaving Lucifer to ponder the ‘almost kiss’.
It was quiet in his penthouse. Only the sound of the Detective’s breathing against his heart, long, deep exhales while she fell deeper into her slumber. Her cheek was warm against the exposed bit of skin at the top of his shirt, most likely from all the alcohol she’d downed tonight in his presence, and seemingly before he’d arrived back to his penthouse.
Now she was sleeping, Lucifer didn’t know what to do. He was surprised at how well he’d handled her drunken rambling about her ex-Douche, usually when people are confiding in him it was about a naughty little desire they’d had or a secret they’d kept from everyone while he’d managed to draw it out, he knew already with the Detective that none of that worked, which was utterly confounding in itself.
Lucifer could only cast a glance to his Father, who was probably laughing his arse off at his devilish son who’d gone soft-
He’d not gone soft.
Of course he hadn’t. He’d only said he’d stay with the Detective because in her drunken state she was more…entertaining, than the Brittany’s, and perhaps he could bribe her with this one time-
Oh that would be fun.
Gently, he eased out of her tight hold on his arm and grabbed his phone from his pocket, snapping a quick photo with two fingers held up behind her head.
When he was bringing up the image to look at, he felt her wriggling further into his side, and he just managed to avoid a flailing arm from hitting him in the face as it moved to wrap round his waist, her head falling to his lap.
He froze, watching her eyes as they fluttered in sleep, her tongue peeking out of her mouth to lick her lips. Heat warmed his cheeks and he looked away.
She’d almost kissed him, moments ago, and he’d turned her down. Cold.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want that, of course he did, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever met and he’d love to have his way with her, to prove to her that he was a worthy partner in the only way he knew how; by fulfilling her carnal desires. But Lucifer would never take advantage of a woman who was intoxicated, especially one that only a few weeks ago, had said to him “I will never, ever sleep with you. Ever.”
Though, there was a glimpse of hope in the fact that drunk words were sober thoughts. So perhaps somewhere deep, deep down inside of her, she did want him.
It would just take time.
Even if she didn’t- he wouldn’t throw away the chance to be her partner. Not for anything.
Lucifer decided to move her to the bed a little later, carefully hooking his arms underneath her head and legs and lifting her into his hold. She went down easily enough, but for a minute he had to wrestle with her arms that didn’t quite want to let go of his shirt. He passed her the pillow instead and she held that, hugging it close to her body.
Tucking her in, he smiled. “Well, I suppose you were wrong about one thing, Detective.”
She rolled over to the right, snuggling deeper into the covers.
“I did get you into my bed-“ He chuckled quietly. “Though not quite in the way I imagined.”
—
Lucifer startled from the chair not even half an hour later.
“Ughhhh-“
He looked up from his game of Words With Friends to see Chloe kicking like a wild animal at his expensive sheets.
“What on Earth are you doing?” Lucifer stood up quickly, heading over to the bed.
She proceeded to remove her top, he quickly averted his eyes, and then he saw her trousers come off too, and bloody Hell-
He practically caught her underwear that she threw at him.
“It’s-it’s too hot in this five star…Hell hole!” She huffed, pouting at him as if he was the one causing it.
Lucifer watched as she sighed loudly, blowing her messy hair from her face and then almost crying when the strand fell back down to block her face.
He noticed the hair tie on her wrist.
“Here, Detective…” Sitting down on the bed, he took the band from her and slipped it over his own hand, gathering her hair between his palms.
She hummed and he saw her close her eyes again.
Lucifer wrapped her hair into a loose bun like he’d seen her wear many times before, and then straightened the blankets for her, being careful to cover her naked self. He’d vowed to himself that he wouldn’t look, not that it wasn’t tempting, but she was still drunk. He could tell.
“Lie down now, Detective.”
She didn’t put up a fight, and once he’d fluffed her pillow she was right her back off to sleep again.
His heart beat rapidly as he looked at her. Before he could tell himself not to, he brushed the back of his hand down her lovely pink cheek, revelling in soft skin.
Damn it, Dad.
The Devil had gone soft.
1x04, Chloe had just seen Lucifer’s wing scars for the first time.
Chloe steadied herself against Lucifer’s piano, wondering what the Hell that was…
Those scars, Lucifer’s scars, had sent chills up her spine and made stomach ache. When she’d seen them she didn’t know what to think, she’d thought he’d been hurt, or that he’d done it to himself, though she wasn’t sure how exactly, they were enormous. Twin marks on either shoulder blade, and she imagined if she’d touched them, it’d feel like running her fingers over a million rivets.
To think his Father had done that to him-
Or his ‘demon’ bartender?
She shook her head. She supposed that didn’t matter now, they were scars for a reason, whatever had happened occurred a long time ago. Those were a part of him, though he didn’t seem to like them too much, he’d snapped her hand up so quickly when she’d reached her hand out to his back-which thinking back on it now was a bad move-and then asked, pleased with her to not come any closer.
Looking into his eyes, she’d seen a combination of hurt, pain, anger, guilt, sadness. It was like seeing a whole other side to him, a vulnerability.
Her wrist still tingled a little from where he’d gripped it. It didn’t look like there were any marks though which was a good sign.
“I’m sorry.”
Chloe startled at his voice. Suddenly he was standing in front of her again, dressed this time, with some sort of red dress hanging over his arm.
He was so close that she could feel his heat, it engulfed her.
He reached out for her wrist and lifted it into the light, trailing a featherlight touch across her skin. That sent chills up her spine, but for a whole other reason she’d rather not pay too much attention to.
“It’s okay.” She finally said, her voice uncharacteristically quiet. Shock and confusion still remained in her system. She cleared her throat, composing herself. “I’m okay.”
Lucifer shook his head, a deep frown furrowing his brows. “But that wasn’t,” he dropped her hand and stepped away from her, distancing himself. “That wasn’t okay, I hurt you.”
She sighed, he didn’t appreciate lying, so she wouldn’t respond with one, “It did hurt, but you didn’t mean to.”
He turned around, hiding himself from her that time instead of parading his naked glory like he was just moments ago, before the tension in the air had increased by a billion degrees. “Still, it was-“
Chloe reached out for him again, turning him back around to her. “An accident. I forgive you. Alright?”
He looked up at her, seemingly deep in thought.
She hadn’t known him for too long, but she could tell when he was hurt, when he was trying to desperately figure something out, she found it endearing and sad at the same time. He wasn’t that ‘in tune’ with human feelings or emotions, so it must be hard for him to trust himself sometimes and to accept that somethings we couldn’t control, no matter how hard one tried.
Her eyes fell to the dress, changing the subject would be a distraction at least, but she wouldn’t forget what happened, in fact, it had probably changed the way she saw Lucifer altogether. Which wasn’t a bad thing.
“What’s that?” She asked, plucking the fabric from his hand.
He stood a bit straighter, and she watched him slowly become the Lucifer she was familiar with, the confident, cocky, flirtatious club owner that had somehow found his way under her skin.
“It’s what you’ll be wearing…” He smirked, holding it up to her for size.
It was far too short, and revealing, and probably belonged to one of his overnight guests.
But seconds later, Lucifer deemed it, “Perfect.”
1x07, After the auction, Chloe and Lucifer share a moment by the piano.
“To our equally enigmatic futures…”
Their shot glasses clinked and echoed in the quiet space between them.
Friends. She’d said.
He’d never had one of those before. He’d probably screw it up, like he did everything else. The Detective didn’t deserve a friend like him, he should quit while he’s ahead, go back to Hell and live out his suffering like the Devil he was. But he was tired of not being good enough, of being anchored to the Angel he once was, of being controlled by his Father. Burning his wings signified a change, he’d realised that wanting to find the wings he’d thought were his own was his way of clinging on to a past version of himself, so after tonight, after showing his brother exactly how serious he was about not going back to Hell, the slate had been wiped clean, he would start over.
This new version of himself, not quite as immortal as he should be, would be a fresh start for him.
If anyone didn’t like it or approve then they could quite simply go to Hell.
He stared at the lid of his piano. At her the Detective’s shot glass, the red lipstick imprinted on the rim. She’d made her mark on his life just like she had on his crockery.
He turned to her, eyes trailing over the black dress she’d worn tonight to the auction. He was used to seeing her in jeans and a boring old sweater, so when she’d walked up to their table looking like that, he’d had to take a moment to compose himself.
It reminded him-
“You look stunning tonight, by the way.”
He forgotten to tell her, what with everything going on, the search for a couple of relics and her breakthrough in her Palmetto case. But she deserved to know, sometimes he didn’t think she knew herself how beautiful she was. It would be a crime to let the night pass without telling her so.
“This old thing-“ She shrugged, cheeks turning red with blush as she reached to pour herself another drink, him too.
He smirked at her coyness, knocking back another drink.
“You were playing before I interrupted…”
Lucifer tilted his head, lost in thought for a moment.
“The piano.” She elaborated.
“Oh,” he nodded his head, sitting a little straighter and bringing his hands to the keys. “Would you like me to play for you?” He asked, secretly hoping she’d say yes. He enjoyed playing for people, he did so almost every night, but playing for one other person in close proximity like this was added a certain intimacy.
The Detective nodded her head, “Sure,” getting herself more comfortable. She bent down to remove her heels and then shuffled a little closer to him.
Lucifer glanced to the side, checking she was settled, but then he felt her breath on his neck, and found himself lost in those ocean blue eyes of hers, looks of emotion staring straight into his soul. It scared him as much as it intrigued him. She was an enigma in herself, a gorgeous, strong, kind enigma…
He smiled at her and she smiled back, eyes warming under his gaze.
And Lucifer couldn’t wait to unravel her.
1x13, The Aftermath of Malcom’s death.
“Isn’t it past her bedtime?”
…
Chloe traced her hand over her daughters hair, simply watching her while she slept on her lap. Her stomach still churned from the thought of losing her, hearing her scared little voice on the end of the phone line while she’d begged for Malcom to let her go. Having to send her away to hide while she dealt with him had broken her heart, but she knew Trixie was strong, and that she’d stay covered until it was all over. She will never forgive herself for getting involved with Malcom, it had put her daughter at risk, and she hated that, it was one thing she’d always manage to keep separate. Her work and her family. She just hoped Trixie would recover from the trauma of tonight, she doesn’t even know how much she saw, did she see all of the blood on the floor when Malcom was killed? Did she watch Lucifer fall to the floor lifelessly-
Lucifer.
He was giving a statement, he was charming the ear off of one of the officers, everything as usual. It was like nothing had happened at all.
Oh but it had. She’d held her breath when he’d hit the ground, had muffled her sobs when Malcom had leant over what she thought was his dead body. It had scared her, losing him. The idea of him not being her partner, not being here.
She’d told him not to go with her, and he had honoured that and gone one step further, he’d created enough of a distraction for her to run, he’d put himself in danger for her and her kid.
And he calls himself the Devil?
She tipped her head backwards, eyes watering with shock and tiredness and despair. She was glad Trixie could at least rest, because while she was exhausted from the events of today, she didn’t think she could go to sleep.
As the officer speaking to Lucifer finished up, she beckoned him over to her.
He smiled, glancing back and forth between herself and Trixie.
“Would you like me to carry the urchin to your car?”
Chloe looked down, she was still sleeping and she struggled carrying her at this age. So she nodded and shifted her hold so that Lucifer could grab her.
Once she was gently in his arms, Chloe stood up and followed him out to the car.
Lucifer eased Trixie inside gently, supporting her head with his hand and resting her up against the back seat. For some reason, she felt like she was peaking in on a private moment, it wasn’t often-or at all, actually- that her partner was so calm and loving around Trixie, but as she watched him fasten her seatbelt and remove his jacket to rest over her as a blanket, she felt a lump in her throat and had to turn away to stop herself from crying. Because, if she started, she didn’t think she’d be able to stop.
A hand rested on her shoulder, jolting her out of her thoughts, Lucifer’s, and she brought her own up to rest on top.
“Are you alright, Detective?” Lucifer asked, so softly that the floodgates almost burst.
Chloe shuddered a breath, blinking back tears. She tried to say yes, she was completely fine, but now that the adrenaline had passed, she felt-well, she didn’t even know really…
Instead, she shook her head, turned around and wrapped her arms around him, trapping his arms between them. Buried into his chest, she could hear his heart beat, steady, and strong. She didn’t want to think about what it could’ve been like if she’d gone to him earlier, when he was out cold on the harsh floor-
“It’s alright, you’re safe now Detective, you both are,” Lucifer released himself from her arms and took her hands, pulling her to the passenger seat. He made her sit down, and fastened her in, like he did with Trixie a moment ago, and then rounded the side of the car and climbed in.
“What’re you doing?” She asked as he plucked the car keys from her hands without her really being aware of it.
Lucifer smiled, starting the engine. “Driving you home.”
Chloe swallowed thickly, her hands were shaking too much to do so herself, she didn’t want to admit it, but tonight had shaken her up. Her head and her heart are still pounding from the sound of the gun shot. Of the ricochet of firing bullet after bullet at Malcom before he hurt Lucifer. What’s funny was, she didn’t feel one bit of guilt like she usually did when firing in the line of duty. She only had two thoughts in her head, protect Trixie, protect Lucifer.
She turned her head, watching as he expertly drove her car out of the warehouse. Her hand found his on the gearstick, and she thanked him, for saving her, and her daughter.
“Like I said before, Father will just have to wait for you.”
1x09, Heart and Soul.
“When did you learn to play piano?” She asked, taking a swig from his glass of whisky, he didn’t mind, not at all, in fact, he loved the little imprint of rosy lipstick she left on the rim, he’d make sure to drink out of the same side she did the next time, it would be as close to kissing her as he could get.
Lucifer shrugged, he didn’t really ever learn, he just absorbed and observed, when he first came to Earth it was one of the things he’d loved most, music, so he’d travelled to different places and listened to their music, guitar, saxophone, bagpipes, he enjoyed them all, but the piano was his favourite. Something about the fluidity of notes and the sound of the chords, it calmed him.
“Quite a while ago,” he settled on, “I picked it up easily, I’m good at everything, Detective. Especially things that involve my fingers… Some might say they’re quite talented-“
“Ugh-“ She scoffed, hitting his shoulder with the back of her hand, not hard enough for it to hurt but enough to remember that she made him not quite so bulletproof. “We were having a nice moment and you just had to go and make an innuendo out of it, didn’t you?”
He feigned innocence, pointedly trailing his index across one of the black keys and meeting her gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She rolled her eyes but he could see the smile on her face. He liked it when she smiled, even more so when it was because of him. It made his chest feel all funny, sort of like jelly, and his heart felt warm and full.
Since she’d unexpectedly arrived at his penthouse, he felt much lighter. Watching Father Frank take his last breath had felt like a punch in the gut, it wasn’t fair, he didn’t understand why his Dad, some God he was, just let that happen, it made him fearful that something like that could happen to the people he’d come to like here on Earth, like Doctor Linda and the Detective, and there’d be nothing he could do to stop it, just like earlier today.
“Are you feeling better?” She asked, placing her hand on his shoulder. He hadn’t admitted he was struggling in the first place, she just knew.
Lucifer nodded his head. “Yes, Detective, I think I am.”
She sighed, averting her gaze. “I know it was horrible, seeing a friend in that state, but Frank was probably so grateful that you were there for him right ‘til the end, you spoke to him, you were a comfort to him even though you might not think so.”
Visions of Frank’s face flashed before his eyes, the blood around his mouth, the fear in his eyes, but also the strength of facing death head on. With the sting that was felt in his stomach, Lucifer could finally admit that he’d lost a friend today, one that he never saw coming. And it hurt.
But the Detective-
Her being here made it hurt a little less.
“Thank you,” he said, swallowing the lump in his throat. “For earlier, when I was about to do something I would’ve punished myself for-“ he’d almost killed the imbecile who’d caused Father Frank’s demise, until Chloe’s words had broken through to him, “And for being here now.”
She shrugged, reaching to place her hand atop of his, over the piano keys, slotting her fingers through his.
“It’s what friends are for.” She said simply. “I know you’d be there for me, if I needed you. You’ve inserted yourself into my business enough time for me to be a hundred percent sure of that-“
They broke out into a laugh, the intensity between them becoming something they’re more used to.
“Like I said the other day-“ She tilted her head, regarding him with gentle, knowing eyes. As if she could see straight through to his soul. “I know what it’s like to be alone… So, why should we when we could just have each other?”
He shook his head, shrugging his shoulders. She may not understand quite what she was getting herself in for, being ‘friends’ with the Devil, but Lucifer hoped that she’d come along for the ride, because she’s a better person than he, and pretty much anyone else he knew.
He reached for the glass then, the night was still young, it didn’t seem like the Detective was in a rush to leave at any point, so he offered her a drink, taught her a few different chords on the piano-which she battered so harshly it wounded him-and then bid her goodbye at the bottom of his elevator, watching to make sure she got into her car safely, and later that night, smiling to himself when she’d texted him to let him know she was home okay.
He messaged her back, with a glass emoji, and a simple toast-
To new friends
-Lucifer.
1x01, The Beginning of a beautiful friendship. “I don’t want to die.”
There was a flurry of activity the moment after the bullets had been fired. Jimmy Barnes was carted away by half a dozen cops, he was practically clawing at his own skin, begging them to save him from the Devil, his guilt and the flickers of Hell taunting his wrangled brain. Two ambulances arrived while he was being carried out, paramedics jogging in over broken glass and kneeling beside their patients. One dead, the other-
“I don’t wanna die.”
“I won’t let you, Father will just have to wait for you.”
Lucifer felt a tap on his shoulder, “Sir, we’re going to need you to step aside.”
He grumbled under his breath, he didn’t want to leave the Detective, he’d promised that he wouldn’t let her die, but the truth was, this paramedic was probably going to be the one saving her, not him.
So he moved and allowed the team to load her into a stretcher, following her outside to the ambulance.
“I’m coming with her.” He declared, climbing up into the van and sitting beside her.
She was pale, a stark contrast to the blood poured out of her shoulder rapidly, soaking any of the cloths the paramedic used to try and stop the bleeding. He had the urge to hold her hand, not that it would help anything, but he did so anyhow, clutching her tiny fingers between both of his palms.
Once the doors were shut, and the ambulance was on it’s way, Chloe was situated with a dozen tubes..
“What’s that for?” Lucifer asked, watching with wide eyes as there were suddenly a lot of wires and beeping noises surrounding her, he didn’t like it one bit.
The paramedic, Mark, Lucifer remembered him introducing himself to the Detective as, took a seat and began fiddling with some of the tubes. “Because she’s lost quite a bit of blood, we need to be sure that she won’t go into shock, these will help increase her blood pressure.”
He nodded his head. “Is she going to be alright?”
He held his breath as Mark replied, “We’ll find out more when we arrive at the hospital.”
“But-“
“Rest assured, we’re doing everything we can.”
Those words haunted him right up until the moment he was let into Chloe’s hospital room. He’d been pacing the floor for hours, three to be exact, and no one would tell him anything, he didn’t know what was happening, where she was, if she was still alive, and it brought him physical pain to think of her, unconscious somewhere in a cold, dark room, all alone. The nurses on the ward couldn’t tell him anything even after he’d used his charms on them, and the receptionists were about as useless as he was currently.
He should’ve done something-
Delilah was killed, shot, and now the Detective-
“Are you here with Chloe Decker?”
Lucifer scrambled to the Doctor, correcting him for a moment, “it’s Detective Chloe Decker, and yes,” before asking how she was. “Can I see her?”
The Doctor smiled, surely a good sign, and once her condition was revealed to him- she was fine, she’d had surgery to remove the shrapnel inside her shoulder, and was currently on the med in a hospital bed, she may be asleep for a while yet-Lucifer felt a weight lifting off of his shoulders.
He was lead to her room and walked in there immediately.
And there she was, blanketed under beige sheets, eyes closed, hair splayed across the white pillow.
He’d seen plenty of Angels in his time, but none of them were quite as angelic as she was in that moment.
Lucifer padded over to her bedside, anxiously taking a seat on the bed. They’re so vulnerable, humans, so fragile, and their time could be over at any given moment. It was an odd thing, he’s been surrounded by death before, being in Hell amongst tortured souls and demons, and yet he’s never quite felt it’s presence as much as he had done today.
After another strange urge of his, this need to touch, to be close to the Detective, Lucifer leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead, revelling in her soft breaths, tickling his chin. “Rest now, Detective, we caught the killer…”
Taking her hand in his, he moved to sit beside her bed on the uncomfortable little blue chair, dragging it as close as he could with the backs of his feet.
“I’ll be here when you wake.”
1x04, Chloe had just shot Lucifer, and the Devil had just found out he wasn’t so immortal as he thought.
Chloe guided the injured party to her car, opening the door for him and helping him into the seat. He ended up flopping backwards and wincing when his leg hit the seat as he spun around to squash his tall frame inside her small cruiser.
“Careful!” She tutted, reaching across his body with the seatbelt and clipping him in.
Lucifer pouted, “I didn’t do it on purpose, Detective.”
She hummed, helping to straighten his leg for him so that it was in a comfortable position.
“Unlike you, I can’t believe you shot me!” He yelled.
Her eyes widened and she shut the door quickly, checking around the car to see if any one had heard. Half of bloody LA probably did at the way he’d shouted it. She climbed in the other side of the car and buckled herself in.
“I can’t believe you’re still going on about it.” She replied, starting the engine.
Lucifer huffed, “Well, it’s just not like you to be so reckless!”
Chloe groaned loudly, hitting his shoulder, if she could reach, she’d smack him on his wound-
Or actually, she could boot him out of her car, then what would he do?
“You told me to, you asshole. I can’t believe I entertained even for a moment that you were the Devil, I mean, what was I thinking?”
“That’s the annoying thing,” he quipped, “I am the telling the truth, I am the Devil, and yet it appears I can now bleed, so….”
He let out a laugh and she looked at him from the corner of her eye, reversing out of the lot and then making her way to Lux.
“I mean, it’s incredible actually,” he marvelled, reaching down to prod his bandage.
Chloe snatched his hand up, placing it on his lap. “Stop that, it could get infected.”
“What would that entail?” He questioned curiously, and she could tell his fingers were itching to reach down to have another look at his wound with the way they were drumming on his lap.
So she entertained his question as a way of distracting him.
In fact, he had a lot of questions, about mortality, about illnesses, pain.
So they talked about all of those things until they reached Lux, where she helped him out of the car and towards the elevator.
“Okay, will you be good from here?” She asked, it was late, and she really needed to relieve Olga from watching Trixie. And she could use a shower herself, or a bath, actually, give her some time to relax and to process the events of tonight.
Lucifer thought about it, dramatically scratching his chin.
“Oh you’re just winding me up now!”
He smirked at her, leaning against the back of the elevator. “At least come up for one drink?”
“No.”
“One non alcoholic drink?”
She bit her lip, he was persistent she’ll give him that.
She could go to his penthouse with him, for one non alcoholic drink, maybe help him to get into bed or get a wash, he isn’t allowed to get in the shower yet because of his dressings, she wasn’t so sure he’d honour that though, he was one for breaking rules, or she could go home, get clean and go to bed.
In the end her guilt won, and she stepped back into the elevator and let him lean his weight on her, snaking his hand around her shoulders and trailing his fingers across her collar bone with a massive grin on his lips.
“Did you ever think about being a nurse, Detective?” He asked once they reached his floor, hobbling out of the doors and sitting down at his piano.
She shook her head, rounding his bar to pour them both a drink.
“Well, you’d make a good one.” Lucifer thanked her as she passed him a glass, knocking his whisky back in one.
“You’re just saying that because I’d look sexy in shrubs.” She stood up and went to sit on his couch, stretching her legs along the back of it.
Lucifer raises his eyebrows, probably picturing it in his head before tutting and straightening himself.
“Tease.”
1x12, Lucifer arriving at Chloe’s after finding out she was a ‘miracle’.
The anger dissipated.
Just like that. Miracles, his Father, Amenadiel-
All of it turned to fog in his brain.
And in an instant, dread fills his body.
Chloe shook her head, blood cascading down her nose and her chin, leaving spots on her white t shirt, “I don’t know what to do, it won’t stop bleeding!” The tissues she had pressed to her face did nothing to soak it up, and her hands were shaking as she scrambled to rip off more toilet paper, discarding the other ones down the toilet.
Lucifer was frozen. He didn’t know what to do either, what to think-
Why would his Father give him the Detective, only to then try and take her away?
Oh, because he just loved messing with his head, torturing him.
She stumbled into him as she went to the sink once more, which made him snap out of his daze and forced him into action.
He catches her by the arms just before she fell, and eased her down onto the toilet seat.
Gently, he pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. While she looked as white as a sheet, she was also burning up. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as a shiver wracked through her spine, sending a wave of panic through his body.
“Detective?” He searched her gaze, finding her eyes glossy and unfocused. The only time he’d seen anyone like that was if any of his punters had gotten off of their face on drugs and alcohol at Lux, and he knew the Detective wouldn’t do anything like that.
She cupped her hand over her mouth, half looking as if she was about to vomit at any given moment, as her shoulders sagged, struggling to stay sitting upright.
“Lucifer p-please help me,” she sobbed into him while he brought her into his chest, holding her tightly.
He rubbed her back and brushed the hair away from her face. “We need to get to a hospital, don’t we?”
Feeling her shrug, he made the decision.
She was in his arms in no time at all, he hurried down the stairs, cradling her head, grabbed her jacket and then headed out of the door and to the car, without even bothering to lock it. The Detective didn’t protest, so he assumed the child wasn’t home, or Maze was and therefore she’d be taken care of. He settled her into the passenger seat of her car, fastening her seatbelt and draping the jacket over her shoulders.
She was half conscious at this point. Which worried him. It was usually her dealing with crises, not him. But after being by her side for these couple of years, and watching an awful amount of bad television, he had learned that going to the hospital was the right thing to do, and to keep her awake, to keep her talking.
“I’m just going to get in the drivers seat, alright?” He left her side for a moment and then hurried to climb in the other end. He fastened his own seatbelt, which he made a point in telling her. “See Detective? I have been listening.”
His heart was beating so rapidly, that his words sort of shuddered from his lips.
He watched her eyes close once more, and quickly shook her awake. “You can’t fall asleep, Detective. Not for a little while…”
Starting the engine, he found something to give her focus.
“Now tell me, when exactly did this start?”
She coughed, clutching her nose as more blood spilled out. “I was getting ready for bed, about fifteen minutes ago, I noticed that my head felt really dull, and then when I went to clean my teeth, there was all of this blood…”
He nodded his head. “Have you, I don’t know, hurt your head? Eaten something…?”
Chloe sniffles, tipping her head back against the seat. His hand aches to do something to help, but he was preoccupied with driving them safely to the hospital.
“The only thing I can think of is maybe I did hit my head when I was chasing Carlisle earlier?”
Lucifer felt his heart clench, thinking of the other possibility.
She went silent as it dawned on her as well.
“Oh God, the poison, all of the victims started with a bloody nose!”
Lucifer just about made it through the amber light, twisting the wheel to the left as he made a sharp turn. “Did he inject you?”
She sighed, “I don’t think, unless- the only place I can think of is…”
As she lifted her shirt, she trailed off. Right there, was a large, purple, angry bruise.
“Shit.”
Lucifer slammed his foot on the accelerator, tyres screeching into the night.
1x11, First Kiss.
Lucifer had been kissed before. Passionate, drunken women throwing themselves on him. Shy, timid housewives daring to taste danger. Bold, brassy, confident people who matched his own energy. He’d been kissed many times, and had been the one to kiss first, of course he had. It was fun, carefree, and most often led to a night of pleasure.
So, all in all, he’d say he was a pretty confident, good kisser. He knew how to make it a good experience for his partner, he was gentle, but lustful, and he always left them wanting more.
When the Detective finally kissed him, he thought he’d be all those things and more. He’d been wanting it long enough, from the moment they’d met he’d wanted to kiss the frown off of her face and make her eyes roll for another reason. He’d thought about her, in his dreams and while awake, constantly on his mind. What she’d taste like, what she’d sound like, but other stuff too, like how she laughed, what she ate, what she wore…
So, imagine his sheer astonishment when she did finally kiss him, even after he’d practically listed all of the reasons why he probably wasn’t worthy of her, and he couldn’t do nothing but stand there. Still as a statue. His hands never moved to grasp her waist, they stayed stuck to his side while she tilted her head up towards him. He didn’t even reciprocate the kiss. He just froze.
When she pulled away the first time it happened, he looked at her in a mix of confusion and awe.
“Detective?”
And then she did it again. Colours flashed before his eyes, his body igniting like wildfire.
That time, he did kiss her back. He felt her cup his cheeks and he did the same, entangling his fingers with her hair as he leaned down and met her lips. She tasted like sweetness and light. He revelled in the way she held his face, tentatively, grazing her fingertips over the stubble on his jaw. Her ability to take his breath away didn’t go unnoticed and he found himself chasing her lips at the same time, tugging on her bottom one, deepening the kiss with his tongue. It was hot, and it was lovely. All of those times he’d imagined kissing her didn’t come close to the real thing.
In that moment, he was the luckiest man alive.
When they did part, it wasn’t far, she rested her nose against his while he tilted his forehead to meet hers. The sounds of their breathing was accompanied by the ocean waves crashing against the shore. He matched the rhythm of the ripples, in and out, in and out, finding his heart beating rapidly against his chest.
She spoke then, quiet and soft, her lips brushing his. “Well, that wasn’t so bad…”
He broke out into a laugh, brushing back the strands of her that framed her face, just taking her in for a moment. The beautiful smile on her lips, the warmth in her eyes.
She dropped her hands from his cheeks and brought them to his waist.
He watched her, trying to figure her out, she was more of an enigma now than ever.
“Why’d you do it?” Lucifer questioned curiously, still finger combing her hair. “Kiss me after everything I just said.”
She thought about it, then shrugged. “Because I wanted to.”
His heart ricocheted.
“Because despite your flaws, I do really like you, Lucifer.” Her breath hitches as she admitted it, but then she seemed to own her words by trailing her hand to his ribs, pointing her finger, “It’s what’s in here that counts,” she said, “You have a good heart.”
He shook his head, but she continued-
“All of that stuff you just said about finding someone as good as me, well, you are…”
“But I’m not, Detective, I wish I was, but quite frankly I don’t know how to be.”
Chloe frowned deeply, “Well then, you’re doing a pretty good job.”
“What do you mean?”
“You said I deserve someone better. Well, what could be better than the man that always supports me no matter what?” Chloe took his hand, clasping it between her own. “That always has my back, that isn’t afraid to challenge me, to push me… I meant it when you said you made me a better Detective. You do. You make me confident, you make me take risks and you make me believe in myself.”
He felt his heart blossoming under her speech, realising that all of those things are, he supposed, true, but the fact was, they’d all come down to nothing once she found out whom he truly was. That he was the Devil. Once that was revealed, none of those things would matter.
“You know me better than I know myself sometimes… because you see the sides of me that I haven’t allowed myself to see in a long time.” Chloe scoffed, turning to look at the ocean. She just watched for a moment, taking in the salty sea air.
It went quiet after that. Her seemingly lost in the view, him lost in the endless battle between the two voices in his head. One wanted to kiss her again, to sit here all day and all night with her, talking, kissing, enjoying each other. The other told him to run, he didn’t deserve it.
She reached out for him, holding his hand. “I know you have baggage, I know that you have deep rooted issues, guilt maybe, or something else…”
He felt the magnetic force between them, pulling him in once more.
“But, I want you to know that I think you’re good enough.” Chloe sighed, squeezing his hand. “I always have.”