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“Lucifer, you’re giving me a headache. Please.” Chloe sighed, burying her head in her hands at her desk in the station.
“My sincerest apologies, Detective.” Lucifer lowered the file that he was reading through, looking at her as she sighed.
“Do you have to do the voices?”
“I do.”
“Really?”
“It’s not the same without it. And I must say I’m much better than Daniel at improvisations.” Lucifer smiled to himself, looking pleased.
“You’re not bad at accents. I’ll give you that.” Chloe smiled, and Lucifer’s fingers found her chin as he coaxed her to look up.
“I do believe you’ve said I’m ‘not bad’ at many things, Detective.” His eyes were dark, and she felt her stomach do a flip.
“Did I now.” She quirked an eyebrow at him, and he laughed.
“Did you know sex is a wonderful way to cure a headache?”
“Not happening.” She leant back in her chair, picking up her pen.
“The interrogation room is empty.” Lucifer waggled his eyebrows, and Chloe laughed.
“Where were we?” she poked at him with her pen.
“Not even a chance?”
“Come on, Lucifer. Back to work.” She tapped on the file he was still holding as he sighed and started reading the interview statements again.
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Chloe was finishing typing up reports later in the afternoon when Lucifer reappeared by her desk – she could always tell it was him, even if he was silent. His cologne gave it away, spicy and deep.
They had figured out, and apprehended their latest suspect killer with little effort, Lucifer helping to suggest motive as they had poured over the notes. Unfortunately the shouting at the arrest and scrutinising everything prior had not helped her headache, and it was still persistently lingering.
“I got you a present.” He almost chimed, and she looked up quickly.
“You what?”
“I bought you a present, Detective. It is the first day of December, after all. I figured I should use this month of human giving and joy to show you that I appreciate our partnership.”
“I…wow.” Chloe blinked at him, and then glanced down to the box he’d just set on her desk. A large box with a coffee balanced on top. Not a hint of scalding station coffee to be found.
“Oh Lucifer, you didn’t have to.” She waved a hand, and he pushed the box towards her.
“I did. Caffeine helps with headaches, if you insist on not taking my cure at least accept this.” He smirked, his eyes burning into hers as she laughed.
“How do you know I still have a headache?”
“You’ve been rubbing your temples in between writing notes for the past half an hour. I had to offer some sort of fix.”
“Thank you. What’s in the box?”
“Open it.” He sat down, clasping his hands in his lap and leaning forwards as she slid it towards her.
The smell that hit her as she opened the lid was amazing – fresh, sugary donuts. Four of them sat, gleaming up at her as she stared in awe.
“How did you know?” she asked, looking at the flavours. All of her favourites were there –choc caramel, white choc raspberry, strawberry sprinkles and glazed cinnamon.
“I’d like to think that I know you, Detective. Besides, I’ve seen you bring back one for your afternoon break every now and then. I watch.” He smiled.
“You amaze me, Lucifer.”
“And we haven’t even slept together yet.” He laced his fingers together and studied her.
“Well now you’ve just ruined your Christmas present from me.” Chloe teased, and Lucifer laughed.
“All the better to plan my discovery of said present.” He winked, and Chloe felt a warm tingle seep through her stomach.
“Do you want one?” she tried to focus on the donuts, tilting the box towards him as she willed the tingles away.
“Are you sure, Detective? Not going to shoot me for it later?” he teased, and she shook her head.
“They’re best shared.”
“Some things in life are.” He took one, sitting back in his chair, his eyes twinkling as he watched her sip her coffee and bite into one of the donuts.
“Sometimes you have some really good ideas.” Chloe patted Lucifer’s knee after she took another sip of coffee, and he chuckled.
“Does that mean sex in the interrogation room is still an option?”
“No amount of donuts will bring about that.” She laughed, picking up her notepad and swiping him on the arm with it.
“Well, I’ll have to find whatever it is will bring that about and ply you with it.” Lucifer winked.