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Lucifer’s eyes were drawn to her immediately as he descended the bedroom steps, a besotted smile spreading across his face at the sight of her. A warmth flooded him at how comfortable and right she looked in his home - in their home.
He sidled up behind her at the bar, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her hair with a happy sigh as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “Mmmm, come back to bed, darling, it’s early. Let me wake you up properly.”
She turned her head up to meet his lips and he felt her smile into the kiss. He couldn’t help but smile back.
He could never get enough of her.
“Hey, baby,” she murmured softly, kissing him again. “I was just getting some water – I didn’t wanna wake you.”
“Always, always wake me, Detective – in whatever way you desire.”
Her giggle turned into a gasp when he ducked his head down and pressed his lips to the hollow of her neck.
Needing to elicit more of those delightful sounds from her, he slipped his hands inside her gloriously silky robe to run his fingers over her even more gloriously silky, and wonderfully naked, skin. When the back of his thumb grazed the underside of her breast, the whispered moan of his name set his entire body alight.
It was his turn to groan when she pressed her magnificently curvaceous derriere back against his already very interested groin.
She reached up to thread her fingers through his hair and pulled his head down to meet hers again, equally as desperate to be kissing him as he was to be kissing her.
With skilled fingers he nimbly untied the sash that held her robe closed, impatient to feel the warmth that radiated through the expensive material.
Just as those fingers were about to slip into the promised land, a whoosh and an awkward cough stilled his hand.
Lucifer groaned again, but this time not in pleasure.
At the same time, Chloe yelped in surprise and her face turned the colour of her robe as she fumbled to retie it.
He moved protectively in front of her to preserve her modesty and cast an annoyed glare at their unwelcome guest. “Seriously brother, you have the most spectacularly awful timing!”
He made no move to cover himself up as he frustratedly reached for a bottle of scotch. Amenadiel would have to put up with catching an eyeful if he had the audacity to intrude on them at such a pivotal moment.
His brother had the decency to look sheepish. “I’m sorry for…interrupting, Luci.”
Lucifer huffed. He poured a finger of scotch and handed it to Chloe before pouring another for himself. As they were no longer answerable to the LAPD and their silly rules about alcohol, she was more amenable to the occasional morning tipple.
Amenadiel looked at him expectantly, but Lucifer made a show of replacing the lid on the decanter and putting it back on the shelf before raising a petulant eyebrow. Cockblockers were not offered welcome drinks.
“I thought the lock on the elevator would prevent any more coitus interruptus. Apparently, I should have also installed an electric fence on the balcony to repel uninvited winged intruders.”
Chloe took pity on Amenadiel as he stood there looking like a chastised child. Lucifer tended to get rather grumpy and indignant when people interrupted their private time. “What was it you wanted to talk to us about, Amenadiel?” she asked him kindly.
“Yes, what was so important that you couldn’t be normal for once and text first? I swear to me if the city isn’t overrun with frogs or a plague of locusts, I’ll be using my new Godly powers to gift you with a permanent full body itch!”
Amenadiel rolled his eyes at his brother’s dramatics. “Your Godly powers are what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“What about them? Feeling a little jealous that mine are bigger than yours?”
Amenadiel ignored his jibe. “You’re not using them, Luci – that’s the problem. There’s no leadership in the Silver City – our siblings don’t know what their roles are.”
Lucifer sighed exasperatedly. “Is that all? You deprived the Detective of her morning delight because our hapless, thousands of years old siblings can’t wipe their own arses without instructions?”
Chloe flushed to the tips of her ears.
“I’m still working on my manifesto,” he added, oblivious to her mortification. “When I’ve finalised exactly how I want to run things, I’ll let them know. Until then, they should carry on as usual – meddling and being annoying wherever they see fit. You seem to be doing a stand up job of that.”
“I know you’ve dealt with a lot lately,” Amenadiel sympathised. “But it’s been three weeks, Luci. You should have figured out your plan already.”
Chloe felt the need to come to her boyfriend’s defence. “What’s the rush? Becoming God is a big job. Maybe he doesn’t wanna go in half cocked.”
“I should definitely be full cocked,” Lucifer agreed.
Her lips twitched and she had to try really hard not to laugh at the quintessentially Lucifer comment, and the completely deadpan way he came out with it.
Amenadiel shuffled his feet uncomfortably. “Well maybe you can get full cocked soon.”
“That’s what I was trying to do before you so rudely interrupted us!”
“Oookay, on that note, I’m gonna get going. I’ll see myself out. Luci. Chloe.” He nodded at each of them in turn and gave her a small apologetic smile before swiftly making his way back over to the balcony.
“Don’t hit any bridges on your way home!” Lucifer called out as his brother stepped outside.
Amenadiel sighed frustratedly. “That was one-… never mind. Enjoy your day.”
“Oh, we will – don’t you worry about that!”
Lucifer grinned smugly as he turned back to Chloe after his embarrassed brother made a hasty exit.
Chloe bit her lip in an attempt to control her smile. “You tease him too much.”
“He deserved it for interrupting us. I could’ve gotten two orgasms out of you already if he hadn’t swooped in with his boring celestial non-news.”
She snorted at the look of indignation on his face. He wasn’t wrong though - he played her body like he played his piano, knowing exactly what keys to press to create a crescendo.
Warmth pooled low in her belly at the thought.
As if he could sense where her thoughts had gone, he closed the distance between them, never taking his eyes off hers as he placed his hands on her waist and drew distracting circles on her hips with his thumbs. “Now, how about we pick up where we left off, hmm?” he purred.
She shivered at the feel of his soft, warm lips on the skin just below her ear as he placed a kiss to that sensitive spot that he knew drove her crazy.
An involuntary moan escaped her lips when he did it again.
Before she lost all capacity for coherent thought, she placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled back just enough so she could see him. “Are you sure you don’t need to work on your Godly plan?”
“No. That can wait - as you said, there’s no rush. We’ll work on it together, as partners – just like we do everything else.”
Chloe smiled tenderly, her affection for him overwhelming. They’d come so far.
“Besides,” he continued, mischief sparkling in his dark eyes. “There are far more pressing matters that require my attention right now.” To exemplify his point, he pulled her tighter against him, ensuring she could feel the pressing matter he was referring to.
She quirked an amused eyebrow at him. “Wow, it seems like you’re already half cocked.”
Lucifer grinned smugly. “Indeed. Like I said though, I should definitely be full cocked. And as soon as you allow me to do that thing that you like, I’ll be as fully cocked as can be!”
Chloe burst out laughing – she loved this ridiculous man so very much. And she told him so, over and over again, when her back was arched in ecstasy after he lifted her up, spread her out atop his piano and made up for lost time.
It was definitely better to be full cocked.