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“Do you think I should wear tomorrow the black or the red vest?”
“Detective, is your choice of underwear as boring as your debatable fashion sense at work?”
“Is there a particular reason why you always keep your hair up? Not complaining, just curious”
“Did Dan also snore while you two were together?”
“I still believe I should get myself, don’t you think?”
If there was one thing that Chloe was regretting more than anything in her life –well, apart from staring in Hot Tub High School- it was the moment she agreed to give Lucifer her phone number. “Only work-related” messages my ass.
He had taken a certain liking to messaging her at any time of the day, especially during the nighttime at ungodly hours which meant she would end up waking up to random questions such as “what’s your go to song at karaoke?”
It was a typical Thursday night at the Decker Household, both Chloe and Trixie were lounging at the living room, sprawled all over the couch as they watched some silly reality show they had come across. However, neither of them were really paying attention to it, her daughter was too busy occupied with her IPad and Chloe herself was painting her nails of a reddish color. The reason? None in particular, it just seemed like a long time since she had last done it.
Work had been pretty tiring that day, she and Lucifer –whose presence and /luciferness/ she was still getting used to- had to interview a few key people in their latest case but they still hadn’t been able to find out who the killer was. Something wasn’t really adding up… And it was truly bothering her.
As she glimpsed at the way her phone screen lit up she looked down at it curiously. Who could probably be texting her at this time? She reached her hand to pick it up and let out a barely audible sigh when she read the name displayed on the screen: Lucifer
However, the content of the message did in fact surprise her
“Detective, I’ve been thinking about our latest case and I might have guessed who our killer is”
Her response was quick.
“You? Doing work-related stuff on your own? Can’t say I’m not surprised…”
“Such a comedian you are. Anyways, want to know what I found?”
They soon fell into a conversation, just until Chloe decided to abruptly change the topic
“I just figured you would be doing something more… exciting? A Thursday evening rather than helping with the case.”
“Well, you seemed a bit distressed at work. So, let’s just say I wanted to help you out.”
Her eyebrow shot in surprise as she read over that text. She had intended not to let her emotions show due to always having hidden them so they wouldn’t interfere in her job. So, when he /somehow/ managed to read her like an open book and draw out her deepest feelings (something he always took pride of) she was quite taken back.
“Thank you, Lucifer. It’s nice from you.”
“No need to thank me, Detective. Well, unless sex is still on the table?” –Right, that was more typical of him.
“Not happening.”
“Well it was worth a try. And you should know I’m quite determined…”
She didn’t even bother replying at that point, just glanced back at the television and hummed quietly to herself.
“Oh come on, it’s just a little bit of banter.” –He rushed to type as his response was left on read.
“Nice attempt”
A small yawn coming from Trixie made her rip her eyes off the screen again to look at her daughter. Her eyes immediately crinkled around the edges and she sighed happily at the image displayed in front of her; her daughter was cuddling one of the cushions, with her eyes closed. She looked so peaceful… However, she wouldn’t let her fall asleep on the couch or her back would definitely be sore by tomorrow morning. But first, she wanted to finish her conversation with him.
“Hey, Lucifer. I have to go and put Trixie to bed.”
“Can’t the urchin use her own limbs?”
“Nevermind. See you tomorrow, Detective.”
“Well, actually I was hoping we could continue talking? Just, let me put her to bed and I’ll be all yours.”
Back in the penthouse, Lucifer was laying shirtless on his king-size bed, with his back pressed against the pillows. He was only wearing his usual red silk shorts, as he was not expecting any kind of visit. He hadn’t expected the conversation to flow so easily between him and Chloe, but he was more than content.
However, as he received that last text he choked on his own saliva, needing to look back at it a second time to assure he hadn’t misread it. Not only had she called herself all /his/ but also she had promised to continue chatting with him… And that had to mean something, right? It wasn’t particularly late, but it wasn’t too early either; just the usual time she would go to bed.
The small smile was noticeable even under the dim light of his bedroom, although he would never admit it. Not even to Linda.
They continued chatting back and forth over the course of the next few hours, just until Chloe felt too exhausted to even keep her eyelids from falling. He was a bit disappointed, having hoped to spend the whole night with her, even if her presence was only there through a screen, but of course no human could handle his lifestyle.
“You know… this was just what I needed to get my mind off things. Seems like you’re not so bad x.”
“We might need to repeat it another time. Goodnight, you xx.”
If Lucifer fell to sleep that night with a stupid smile on his face and his whole body feeling warm and tingly he would never admit it, nor would Chloe admit that she had felt the same way that night.