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Chloe grabs her laptop to finish up the reports from the undercover op. She’s been dreading finishing her portion of the reports as the assignment was a bit difficult for her. She hadn’t revealed all of the details to Lucifer, knowing he would likely lose his shit. When the laptop loads, she is not greeted with her lock screen.
“Shit. Lucifer must have grabbed mine,” she murmurs. She knew Lucifer had a meeting with the architect and interior design consultant for the renovations planned for Lux and the penthouse.
“We need doors Lucifer. We already scarred Trixie and I’m sure Dan didn’t want that image either.”
“Daniel is just upset he couldn’t satisfy you the way I can.” Chloe rolled her eyes. He wasn’t wrong.
Reaching for her phone, she dials Lucifer. After 2 rings he answers.
“Darling, is everything alright?” His voice is smooth, yet an undertone of worry is present.
“Hey babe, yeah everything is fine. But you picked up my laptop instead and I need to finish the reports for the undercover op. When will you be home?”
“Well, I am waiting on one of the contractors to arrive so we can discuss materials. I am not sure. Should I email you the documents? Or perhaps you can access your desktop remotely?”
“How do you know about remote access?” Curiosity laced her voice.
“Aw well yes, Miss Lopez explained this to me while you were undercover,” his voice wavering if only for a moment. He was hiding something. She rolled her eyes.
“Okay. I know you’re not telling me the whole story there, but we can discuss it later. Anyway, I can do that, but I need your passcode to open your laptop.”
“The passcode is the urchin’s birthday.” He stated a bit shyly.
“You are too adorable, you know that?”
“The Devil is not adorable!” He scoffed with an exasperated huff.
“Uh-huh. Sure.” She said with a chuckle. “Besides you probably need your renovation files too? I could email those though. They aren’t sensitive information.”
“Oh, no need darling. I have those files in the cloud. I’m still not sure what cloud but Miss Lopez also helped me with that.”
Chloe shook her head.
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Two hours later, she had 3 out of 5 reports finished but she needed a break. Drafting these narratives really took her back out into the field and this was probably the most brutal assignment she’s ever had. She closes out the program and saves the document in a password-protected zip file to extract later. The background image appears, and she smiles with an overwhelming feeling of joy blanketing her. Lucifer has a picture of her and Trixie at the beach, taken candidly while they were watching the sunset on one of their many family days. Sitting, Chloe had her arms draped over Trixie’s shoulders as she sat between her legs, kissing the crown of her head. It’s such a beautiful photograph. Her heart swells even more.
And then she spots a folder that piques her curiosity. She didn’t think Lucifer looked at porn anymore, not that she would be mad at it but a niggling thought passed through her mind, ‘Is he getting bored?’
She closes his laptop and sets it aside. She won’t be that girlfriend to snoop. He has never given her a reason to not trust him. ‘It's fine. He can have his porn. It’s totally cool.’
~
It was not totally cool.
Her mind couldn’t overcome the insecurity welling up. Her thoughts kept going back to the Brittanie’s all those years ago. Vivacious, gorgeous, voluptuous women all over him for years. And then here she was, none of those things. Just boring granny panties Decker.
Logical and rational Chloe knew that wasn’t true. She knew Lucifer didn’t find her boring. He constantly complimented her in so many different ways.
‘You are stunning, Detective.’
‘You, my love, are so beautiful’
‘My, my well that was a surprise. Lucifer likes. Lucifer likes very much.’
But this insecure, jealous Chloe wasn’t listening to sane Chloe. Jealous Chloe needed to know what kind of porn Lucifer liked. Insecure Chloe had to see what type of women (and quite possibly men) Lucifer fantasized about.
She grabbed the laptop and went to the bathroom, shutting the door. She couldn’t risk her daughter or a demon bursting into the penthouse while she was snooping. Even worse, the Devil.
Taking a deep breath and letting it out with a big sigh, she types in Trixie’s birthday and immediately opens the folder. The folder contains 2 subfolders labeled “my favorite flavor” and “Explicit”, which she immediately opens the latter. Here goes nothing.
What she finds is not at all what she expected.
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Over the course of their relationship, with a bit of confidence-boosting encouragement from the Devil himself, Chloe would occasionally send nudes to her boyfriend. Sure, this was totally out of character and she knew it was risky, especially with the lack of cyber security cellphone carriers often had but he made her feel sexy and desired when she did this for him. It would elicit a string of text messages that usually involved eggplant and peach emojis in which she would roll her eyes.
There has also been a time or two when she had allowed him to take some pictures while in bed together. Nothing too explicit. Okay, that was a lie. They were probably more explicit than she knew however she never looked at them afterward. Once out of the moment, she felt a bit embarrassed as it was so far from the ‘granny panties Decker’ persona everyone knew her as and would be absolutely mortified if they ever got out. She didn’t even let Dan, her husband of 9 years, take pictures of them in bed. He maybe got a boob shot every so often but nothing like the salacious pictures her devilish boyfriend received.
This folder contained, what looked like every single salacious image she had ever sent him.
Standing in front of the mirror, her body provocatively leaned up against the door jam. Her breasts, post-shower with water droplets dripping down, hanging on by a thread on pert nipples. Quick precinct bathroom tits to get him to shut up on days he annoyed her.
The folder also contained their explicit mid-coitus shots, which were surprisingly tasteful by her standards. Not that she had porn standards at all. But tasteful, nonetheless.
Him on top of her, grabbing one of her breasts, her mouth open wide in the midst of her pleasure. One with her on top, grabbing her own breasts looking directly into the camera, biting her lip. Him taking her from behind, her back muscles illuminated by soft moonlight. He also managed to get a shot of lazy Sunday morning sex when they spooned and took things slow. His face was nuzzled in her hair at her neck, her hand reaching back, squeezing his ass, pressing back into him.
She looked at nearly every picture. Not a single picture of anyone else. To say Chloe was taken aback would be an understatement. She clicked out of the ‘Explicit’ folder and went into the other folder within his ‘Devilish Porn’.
‘My favorite flavor’.
Mostly candid shots he had taken; some from before they were together. Her sitting at her desk, staring intently at her monitor or her mid-conversation with someone not in the picture. There were photographs taken within their relationship. Her sitting on the balcony with a glass of wine in hand with her knees drawn up to her chest, relaxing after a long day. A shot of her at the beach smiling at something Trixie was doing out of frame. A picture that someone else had sent him as it was her, mesmerized by him playing piano one night in the club. Some she had sent him of doing some mundane tasks, usually making a funny face.
But the most beautiful of the pictures were of her sleeping. If it were any other man taking pictures of her when she slept, she would be thoroughly creeped out. But it was the Devil, the man she loved snapping photos of her curled up next to him, photos of her naked back towards him when the sheet had dropped to her waist. A few photos with her ass, adorned in black lace panties, peeking out from under a white oxford. He captured her at her most vulnerable.
He had one labeled, ‘My gorgeous Detective’ which was her asleep after what was most likely a night of lovemaking as she was nude from head to toe, nothing impeding his view, her hair sprawled out over the gold silk pillow, her face turned toward him with a hand tucked at her cheek, her upper body almost on her back, her breasts on full display, twisted a bit at the torso with her legs bent slightly against golden sheets, entwined with one another. The morning sun had blanketed the room in a sheen of golden rays, touching her skin, illuminating her.
She herself could admit she was absolutely stunning in this photograph and understood why it would captivate him. It portrayed her in her most natural form, unabashed, most likely fully sated. Completely and utterly in love.
She closed the folder and locked the laptop, setting it on the vanity. She knew at that moment, along with the other hundreds of little moments she often thought about, he loved her. He loved her more than anything, without a doubt. He didn’t have some secret porn stash of voluptuous women or weird fetishes. He didn’t have fantasies of his past bedmates or called on memories of lust-fueled orgies and wild nights with the Brittanie’s.
“It’s you, Chloe. It always has been.”
That memory made her tears well up. A bit of regret snuck in as she had been so insecure in the recent past, thinking he was bored, growing tired of the domesticity of their life. She had turned down a marriage proposal because she didn’t think he was ready.
If she were honest with herself and she needed to be, she let her own thoughts cloud her judgment. She put her insecurities into Lucifer’s mouth when in fact he felt just the opposite. She was the one not ready to move forward. She was the one who needed confirmation she was doing right by her daughter.
She dropped her head into her hands and allowed herself to cry. Allowed herself to feel what she bottled up over the last few weeks, the emotions she pushed down.
It was time to have honest conversations with not only herself but her daughter and the man she loved.