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Chloe slips into the penthouse kitchen. Lucifer is stood with his back to her, pilling plates up and pouring chips into a bowl. He doesn’t make any sign that he’s heard her enter the room. She sneaks up behind him, snaking her arms around his waist, eliciting a surprised “ompf!” from him.
“Hey.” She smiles broadly, standing on her tiptoes and resting her chin on his shoulder. “Need any help?”
“Well, hello to you too, Darling,” he purrs, turning in her grip to face her and brings his perfect, slender hands up to encompass her face. He thrusts himself forward, dipping down to kiss her passionately, pushing her backwards until she’s pressing up against the island counter. She feels him smiling against her.
Letting out a groan, she finds her hands sliding underneath his shirt of their own accord.
He runs his hand through her hair, pulling himself as close as he possibly can without her having to climb up onto the counter. Ripping his clothes off and having him right there on the counter sounds very appealing to her right now.
Damn this man and the things he could do to her.
She restrains herself from doing just that and manages to pry herself free of his lips. “Lucifer!” She laughs, dodging another kiss. “Everyone is waiting for us!”
He parts his lips pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek and waggles his eyebrows. God (cringe) that drove her crazy. She bites her own lip as she contemplates biting his.
“Well it would be terribly rude to keep them waiting,” his tongue darts out and moistens his very biteable lips, “but, I’m up for being naughty if you are.”
As badly as she wants to take him up on his offer, his extremely tempting offer, she forces herself to push him away from her with a firm hand to his chest.
“Down boy,” she says with a smirk.
He pouts at her as she shoves the bowl of chips into his hands and pulls him towards the living room.
The living room is more suitable for living now that Lucifer has had the leather suite put back, arranged, of course, with the throne where the single suite would normally reside.
Maze lingers by the bar as they enter, pouring two drinks that she carries over to the sofa, handing one to Linda as she sits down beside her. Ella bounces excitedly, between Linda and Dan, who sits chatting amicably to Amenadiel.
Pizza boxes lay splayed open across the coffee table, steam rises spreading a delicious smell, beckoning for them to be eaten.
Lucifer places the chips down in the middle of the table and Chloe hands out the plates. Everyone dives in like a pack of hungry wolves, filling their plates and then sitting back. Lucifer grabs a couple of cushions and positions himself comfortably on his throne, Chloe grabs a plate full and sits across his lap, wrapping her arm around his neck.
She lifts a slice of pizza to her mouth but, he swoops in like a seagull, and takes bite out of it before it gets there.
“Hey! Get your own pizza,” she says, laughing.
He growls, stealing another piece of peperoni from her plate with a laugh.
“Quiet guys, it’s starting!” Dan says, turning the volume up on the tv.
This was their Monday nights now, Game of Thrones night. After Ella’s suggestion at the crime scene a couple of weeks ago, Lucifer had invited everyone around for the premier of the new season. He had the biggest tv after all and comfiest sofa big enough for everyone. After that they had decided to continue to gather every week. It was nice.
On the screen, Jon snow’s body lays as the red witch attempts to revive him.
“Oh, bloody come on,” Lucifer huffs, waving at the screen, “It’s not that hard to resurrect a soul! I managed it on my half-brother and he was a stubborn bastard!”
Amenadiel lets out a hearty laugh as Chloe shoots Lucifer a pointed look and Linda lowers her wine glass, staring at him as though he’d spontaneously grown a second head.
“You,” the Doctor gapes for a moment, “resurrected Jesus?”
“Of course!” Lucifer preens, because of course he does. “Did you think it just happened by itself?”
Linda’s stare goes blank, her mouth open, as if she’s re-evaluating everything she knew about anything.
“Luci,” Amenadiel chuckles, “you didn’t resurrect Jesus.”
“Oh yes, I bloody well did! I thought it would be funny. If I’d have realised everyone was going to make such a fuss over it, I would’ve never have done it!”
Chloe shakes her head. “I can’t believe you.”
“Wow,” Ella interjects, her voice sounding distant. “You guys really take all this method stuff seriously, huh?”
Before Lucifer can object, Dan snaps, “Will you guys please be quiet?” Gesturing to the tv in frustration, not paying the slightest bit of notice to the conversation they were having.
Lucifer sighs and the room settles once again, though Linda still looks like she’s processing the new information thoroughly in her mind.
Jon snow gasps, opening his eyes.
Lucifer bolts straight in his seat, almost throwing Chloe off his lap. “Yes!”
Chloe looks bewildered, righting herself. Ella bounces up and down in place on the sofa.
“I knew it!” The smaller woman cries, pumping her fist in the air.
~
8 weeks later
“Right, Child, we have a deal then, yes?” Lucifer says in a hushed tone, crouching down so only Trixie can hear him.
“Deal!” The girl shouts happily, a little louder than Lucifer would have liked her to.
He glances over his shoulder to Chloe who is stood in the kitchen, eyeing them with suspicion.
“What’re you two up to?” She asks, narrowing her eyes.
Lucifer smiles innocently and Trixie replies, “Nothing, Mommy!”
Chloe hums, turning away. She can tell they’re up to something but, when are they not? She grabs her bag and keys and heads for the door.
“Right, well. I’ll see you later then, stay out of trouble,” she points to them as she disappears out the door and calls over her shoulder, “And that means both of you!”
Lucifer grins a Cheshire smile down at the Trixie as the door slams behind her mother.
Later that evening.
Chloe sits in her car, phone in hand.
She should let Lucifer know she’s heading back, she thinks to herself, wondering what mischief they’ve gotten themselves into today. She types a quick message and hits send.
< Heading home, see you soon. x >
His response comes almost immediately.
< At the Penthouse. Meet us here. *Devil emoji* >
She frowns down at the message.
What were they doing at the penthouse?
She sighs, shaking her head at the thought of their shenanigans and starts the car.
She arrives at the Lux shortly after. The elevator ride up to the penthouse is filled with thoughts of what they could be up to. Last time she was in his position, he’d bought the iron throne and she didn’t doubt his ability to conjure antics to top that.
When the doors slide open at the top, Trixie comes bounding towards her dressed in what looks like a furry grey onesie.
“Mommy!” She stops, covers her mouth with her fur clad hand. “Oops, I mean, Woof!”
Chloe frowns.
What on earth….
“Monkey, What-” She trails off as she sees Lucifer emerge from the bedroom, a great big, black cloak draped over his standard three-piece suit and a sword at his waist. His hair is missing its usual product and is far curlier than she has ever seen it. She desperately wants to run her hands through it.
“I’m a wolf, Mommy!” Beaming, she pushes her hood up, displaying her wolf ears.
Chloe’s mouth hangs open and she lets out a broken laugh.
Lucifer whistles and Trixie runs back over to stand by his side.
He preens, holding his hand out to his side, a proud smile spread across his face.
“You are,” she pauses, “actually insane.”
He chuckles, striding over to the throne at the far end of the room and sits down. Trixie follows behind him and stands next to the throne.
He pumps his fist in the air and shouts, “King in the North!”
Chloe shakes her head, standing before him.
“I don’t even want to ask.”
“Well, goes with the throne, wouldn’t you say?” He smirks.
“eh-hem,” Trixie makes a show of clearing her throat beside him.
“A deal’s a deal, spawn,” he produces a plastic box that houses a large piece of chocolate cake from somewhere beside his chair and hands it to her. She squeals, and jumps happily onto the sofa, ripping the container open and proceeding to devour the cake, in wolf-like fashion.
“Of course, there was a deal, at least it’s not cash this time,” she says, thinking back to a few weeks ago when he had given her five hundred dollars to do the dishes.
“Well, I could have gotten a hellhound but, being invisible and all, I didn’t think that would be quite so effective.” He tilts his head, considering something. “I suppose I could’ve acquired a real wolf.”
Invisible hellhounds. Of course. All completely normal in her life she thinks, laughing inwardly. She pulls her phone out of her pocket.
“Smile!” She snaps a picture of him. “This is going to the group chat.”
An exuberant laugh spills from his lips as he throws his head back. His dark eyes twinkle with an air of absolute joy. He radiates blissful splendour.
Her heart skips a beat and she sighs contently at the beautiful, ridiculous man in front of her.
“You are such a dork.” she smiles. “I love you.”
She dips down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Her hand finds its way through his curls. They are softer than she expected.
Pulling away slightly, she leans into him closer and whispers in his ear, “You know nothing.”