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“For the fifth time, Detective. Why am I doing this again?”
Chloe didn’t even bother looking up to him, she simply let out another exasperated sigh.
It had been a pretty boring day at the Police Department, the only case had been an unarmed robbery that didn’t require their help. So, unable to be useful in any other way Chloe had decided to help around and finish some of the paperwork she had been postponing for a while- a habit that she had definitely taken up from Lucifer.
“I’m being serious! This is dreadful.”
She heard the noise of Lucifer stomping his feet on the floor, switching positions from where he was reclined against the chair, his feet up in her desk to simply crossing one leg over the other. As he received no answer from the woman he clicked his tongue and looked at her.
“Detective. I’m talking to you.” He said, reaching to slide his chair around to be next to her. “Hello? Chloe!”
That rise on his tone wasn’t unnoticed by the rest of the workers, who quickly turned their heads towards them curiously. It wasn’t unusual for them to become the centre of attention, but that didn’t mean that Chloe was fine with all the gossiping going around afterwards.
“Lucifer!” She whisper-shouted, eyebrows furrowed. “If you’re so bored why don’t you leave? I didn’t ask you to stay.”
“And leave you here to bore to death? Detective, please.”
Chloe let out an exaggerated sigh as she passed her hand through her forehead, then turning towards him.
“It isn’t that bad. It’s also part of the job, you know? I knew that when I signed up for it, it wouldn’t only consist of catching the bad guys.”
“Well, speak for yourself. In fact I-“
“Lucifer.” Chloe stated, managing to stop him before he could continue the argument that would lead to nowhere, per usual. “Let’s just finish this batch, okay?” She offered. The devil’s gaze fell down to the few folders that were still on her desk. One, two, three… Fine, he figured it was a fair deal.
“Right. Great.” He said quietly and reached for one of them, resting it on his lap as he flicked through the pages. Oh, how he had hoped that at least it would be an interesting case… But, no luck.
Eventually, they both fell into a comfortable silence, actually being caught up in their task. The precinct was also quite tranquil, without the constant movement of people entering and leaving the building, some shouting and some even crying. It was a nice change for once.
Chloe was finishing reading the report. She remembered that case; it had been one of the last ones she did on her own, right before Lucifer returned from Hell. It shocked her, and she mentally noted to go through her paperwork way more. She didn’t flinch when she felt a familiar caress on her right hand, which was laying across the armrest. She wasn’t going to allow him to distract her again, nope.
His touches were gentle and soft, almost like she was being caressed by his feathers. Then, he engulfed her hand with his bigger one, sliding his thumb across the back of her hand slowly. It was a comforting touch, something she didn’t mind at all.
Over the course of the last few months Lucifer had slowly opened to Chloe in a more intimate way-not only in their bedrooms- and she got to see how touch-starved he had spent his whole life. She could still remember the first time it happened…
They were at Chloe’s house, all cuddled up under a blanket while Trixie sat in between them. She had managed to convince them to watch the latest Disney movie and, in the end, Lucifer seemed much more interested in the plot than her daughter. Chloe had always found it endearing, the way Lucifer treated Trixie, willingly spoiling her and doing as she wished just to see her smile.
Trixie reached for the bowl of popcorn, setting it on her lap in case the two adults wanted some and grabbed a handful of it. Chloe took that opportunity to reach and gently brush her finger through Lucifer’s stubble, enjoying the slight and familiar roughness. He seemed to tense a bit under her touch, but managed to conceal it. She took it as a good signal, so she brought her hand up to gently brush his curls, which were then freed from all the gel he would use in order to keep them on their right place. –she preferred it when he was dishevelled.
He allowed himself to close his eyes, enjoying the way that Chloe’s hand worked on gently scratching his scalp. It was such a small gesture, yet so big for him. Her hand eventually found its way back to Lucifer’s cheek and chin, where she continued caressing his skin softly. When she turned her head to him her heart skipped a beat.
His gaze was so loving and fond she couldn’t help but blush under its intensity. If her daughter hadn’t been in the room she would have launched herself to smother him with kisses. However, she had to keep it cool.
That night, as they were both lying on her bed Lucifer’s words did surprised her.
“Would you mind…doing it again?”
Then, he held both of their hands up and she eyed him curiously. As he noticed her stare he simply chuckled, shrugging.
“I never really noticed how tiny hands you have, Detective.” He commented, his voice chirpy. “Look, it’s not even half the size as mine!” Alright, maybe he was exaggerating a bit, but he still had a point… “Tiny hands Decker, huh? Who would have thought?” He said teasingly.
Chloe was unable to help the annoying huff that escaped her lips, his name on the tip of her tongue just as he interlaced their fingers once again and brought her hand up to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss there. Then, he repeated that same action on her knuckles and her fingertips.
It was such an intimate gesture, and the fact that he chose to do it in front of everyone melted her heart. However, she let out a barely audible whimper, her lips pouting without even realizing it.
“They are not tiny.”
“Oh, they are.” He laughed back and pulled her chair closer to his. “I love them, for the record.”
Of course he did, there wasn’t a single part of Chloe that he didn’t love. Not her grumpiness, not the way she would sneakily pinch him when he embarrassed him in public and definitely not the way that she snored like an Albanian field wench. After all, she was the most precious thing to have ever happened to him.