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The crowd dissipated as Lucifer and Chloe cuddled on the small sofa in post coital bliss. He held her against his naked chest as she mindlessly drew circles with the tip of her finger between the ridges of his shoulder and collar bone.
“You are so warm all the time.” She placed a kiss in the valley between his pectorals, splaying her fingers over his shoulder.
He kissed the top of her head in return. “The first time you touched me, you put your hand on my knee, and it was colder than a witch’s tit. I thought it was because you’d just gotten out of the lake.”
Chloe giggled and playfully slapped his chest. “Are witches’ tits normally icy? I wouldn’t know.”
He laughed a hearty guffaw and leaned his cheek and jaw against her head in a half hug. “Exceptionally freezing, my dear.”
“I’ll have to take your word for it.” She looked up at him with her blue eyes carrying kindness and something warm.
“We could always find a witch to ask. Perhaps she’d let you feel her up a bit.” He chuckled while she playfully slapped his chest. He turned serious as he studied her eyes from left to right. “You know, Chloe, I’ve never noticed the flecks of gold around the outermost layers of your irises until just now.”
“And your eyes have a honey color to them when the sun hits them just right.” Her fingers scratched through the scruff of his chin. “Otherwise, they’re so dark that they’re almost black, but in a beautiful way.” She kissed him. “Unless you’re mad. Then they turn red and fire literally dances in them.”
He sighed with a smile. “Ah, yes. The Devil is in the details, always.”
They snuggled in silence for a long while, stealing touches and caresses laggardly.
The air shifted as Chloe sighed and pushed herself slightly away from him, trying to get a better view of his face. "I think when your Father cursed me, his ill intent blinded him from seeing how our connection would affect us."
Lucifer moved to sit beside her, eyebrows knit in confusion. "What? As if his hatred for me was so incredibly intense that he accidentally created my perfect match?"
"It's just a theory, but yes. I think so. Think about it: he calculated this deal with me knowing you'd eventually seek the blade. He made me strong enough to kill any being I faced, even you, but he severely underestimated my power and your stubbornness." She smiled calmly and took his cheek into her hand. "Stubbornness I admire, mind you."
His eyes sparkled as he tried to absorb the words she spoke, but he melted into her palm with a kind smile instead. He pulled her hand gently from his cheek and held it between them against his chest. He coaxed her forehead to his with his other hand, resting head-to-head as he kissed her knuckles. "My adoration grows for you by the minute, Chloe." They closed their eyes and sat in comfortable tranquility with the understanding that it would likely soon be interrupted.
They still needed to find Amenadiel, after all.
Lucifer broke the silence first. "He so maliciously tried to make us polar opposites- the perfect adversaries— water versus fire— that he made us the perfect pair." Perfect pair echoed in his mind with solace.
Chloe held his head in her hands and reached her lips up to place a peck on his forehead. She breathed him in before pulling away, then played with the curls around each of his ears as she stared deep into his eyes. "Nothing can come between us now either. I will fight the siren each and every time for you."
When Chloe regained her strength, they left Madame Lucille's and flew through the planes back to the Glass Lake to retrieve the blade.
"Mum will be ecstatic to have this," Lucifer said, examining the celestial object closely as it caught the glint of the setting sun. "She will be displeased to learn I won't be joining her, but maybe my bastard brother will take my place instead."
Chloe walked beside him along the shore, feeling freer than she had felt since that day in the Silver City. She didn’t feel the call of the siren or the invisible chains of the lake imprisoning her. The only thing preventing her full happiness were the britches she borrowed from the brothel’s lost and found. She subconsciously scratched her thighs but smiled as she looked across the clear water toward the tree line where her village used to be.
“Hm, remind me to thank Amenadiel.” She crossed her arms, closed her eyes and breathed in deeply.
Lucifer turned to her sharply, scoffing at her request with his hands on his hips. “Might I remind you it was Amenadiel who most recently tried to manipulate you and nearly destroyed you?”
“And he is accidentally responsible for helping you break me free of the monster.” She closed the gap between them, pulling him closer by his shirt as she stared up at him.
He breathed a heavy sigh as he searched her face and wrapped one arm around her lower back. “I do believe that my admiration for you is what is breaking you free,” he brushed his lips against hers, “as you’ve done for me.” They shared a breath between them before she pulled his head to hers.
When Chloe finally pulled away, she played with the ties of his open linen shirt. “I am quite fond of you as well, Lucifer.” She looked up at him with truth in her eyes. “Hold me?” Her voice was small.
“Of course,” he said immediately without thought. Lucifer wrapped his other arm around her, tossing the blade away from them. “You’re still a bit weak. Let’s get some rest and we will set off for Los Angeles tomorrow.”