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Chloe found herself at home with an evening to herself and no idea what to do with it. These days this was becoming a rare occurrence. Usually if she didn’t have work to do Lucifer was here but, tonight was Saturday, a night he always spent at Lux. With Trixie at camp for the weekend she found herself alone and wishing that he was here. She understood, he was the owner after all and people did go there to see him. Over the course of their relationship he’d started spending fewer and fewer nights there, and mostly only spent Friday and Saturday there now.
She glances around the empty house, tapping her fingers on the kitchen countertop. She can’t think of anything she wants to do here alone. Maybe she could surprise him at Lux?
She quickly dismisses the idea, not wanting to come off as being clingy.
Sighing, she reaches into the cupboard and pulls out a bottle of her usual supermarket brand white wine and pours herself a generous glass. A nice long bath, a glass of wine, a book and an early night seems like a good way to pass the evening. Even if it isn’t what she really wants. At least tomorrow Lucifer would be round, until then this would do to pass the time.
She grabs her glass and begins to head upstairs when she hears the side door being opened behind her. She spins quickly on her heel, her free hand instinctively going to where her holster would have been, had she been wearing it, expecting to find an intruder. Instead she is shocked to find Lucifer stood, between her and the door, with a wide smile plastered across his face.
“Hello, My Darling,” he purrs, his deep brown eyes twinkling in the low light.
“Um… Hi?” Her eyebrows knit with confusion. “What are you doing here?”
She hadn’t meant that to sound as snappy as it had and quickly regrets her phrasing.
His smile fades, and his expression quickly turns apologetic.
“I thought we could do something, with the spawn being absent and all.” He starts to step backwards towards the door. “I should’ve texted, sorry. I can go if you’ve other plans.”
“No!” She quickly descends the stairs and grabs his hand, preventing him from leaving. “Stay. I wasn’t doing anything, I just didn’t expect you to be here, with Lux and all.”
“Ah.” He smiles softly at the unexpected contact. “I played my set and left, there was no need for me to stay tonight.”
She frowns, not only was it way too early for him to have played his set, he had never left straight away afterwards. His presence there was a big reason people went to Lux.
“Oh. That’s not like you.”
He hums in response but offers nothing further.
“Are you okay?” she prods, knowing there must be something going on.
He raises an eyebrow, looking incredulous, like she’s just asked him a ridiculous question ever. “Yes. I’m perfectly fine,” he replies slowly, carefully enunciating every word, eying her suspiciously and gauging her reaction.
She narrows her eyes eliciting a hefty exaggerated sigh from him.
“Do I need a bloody reason to spend time with you now?” he snaps, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice. Regardless, she feels a swell of love for this ridiculous man who manages to say the sweetest things at the most unexpected times and not realise it.
She smiles, feeling a prickle of tears forming in her eyes.
He is suddenly much closer to her, his hand on her arm and eyebrows knit with concern.
She realises a tear had escaped down her cheek and quickly brushes it away with her sleeve.
He looks adorably confused. “I apologise, I didn’t intend to upset you. In fact, it’s quite the opposite of what I intended.”
She meets his dark eyes with her own and smiles softly. “No, you didn’t. I just…” Her eyes linger over the befuddled expression on his perfectly sculpted features as she tries to find the words to explain. “I love you,” she decides that’s the best explanation even if his confusion is still evident in his stiffness when she pulls him into a hug.
He must have learned something by this point in their relationship because he relaxes in her embrace, wrapping his long arms around her and doesn’t question it. He doesn’t reciprocate her declaration of love. She knows well enough now that Lucifer speaks in his actions more than his words. Him being here tonight despite the inevitable losses he would make at Lux and that he would rather be here than performing, which she knew to be one of his true passions, spoke louder than those three words ever could.
“So, what do you want to do?” Her words slightly muffled against his navy blue jacket.
They part, and he flashes her a smirk, eyes lighting up.
“Oh, I know that look,” she replies with her own cheeky grin.
“Game of Thrones?” They say simultaneously.
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They sit comfortably sprawled out on the couch, Lucifer sat in the corner piece with his long legs easily taking up the side of the sofa. Chloe lies adjacent to him with her head in his lap. His hand absently strokes her hair as they watch Jon snow on screen fighting with a group of wildings.
“It’s a girl.” Jon says as he pulls down her hood, mid fight to discover that she’s a pretty ginger. Lucifer lets out an amused chuckle.
“You’ve never killed a girl before, have you? You don’t have to do it.”
Chloe feels Lucifer’s hand tense against her shoulder as Jon gets ready to execute the woman. She hears him inhale sharply as Jon swings the sword and then he relaxes when it hits the stone next to her head.
Chloe giggles as the pair are forced to sleep uncomfortably close to each other.
“Did you pull a knife on me in the night?”
“Just sleep with her already!” Lucifer exclaims, pointing at the screen. “That lad should learn to embrace his desires, he clearly wants to.” He shakes his head.
Chloe hums. “They would make an attractive couple.”
“Definitely.”