Devil May Care - Deckerstar

Chapter 12: On the edge of great

"How did you even come up with this in just a day?" Surprise was tainting Chloe's voice as she opened the big, square box before her. Inside, underneath the soft tissue paper, lay a red, luxurious dress that looked to be far too expensive to be real.

"Darling, you're going on a date with the devil. From now on, get used to being thoroughly surprised..." he said suggestively, walking behind her and looking at the strapless, red dress in the box from over her shoulder, casually leaning closer to her left ear. "Amongst other things," he added.

They hadn't talked about how their sex life was going to be. After all, they were just going on their first date ever, but neither of them could keep their bodies from showing the truth. As Lucifer leaned closer and Chloe embraced his body heat and proximity, it was all too clear that they were in the same page about sex. After all, it wouldn't be the first time and they were both pretty desperate for some physical contact.

"Now, you go upstairs and you have one hour to get yourself looking pretty," he ordered her, looking at her with a spark that had been long gone for so much time. All it took was for Chloe to come back to his life. "Prettier than usual," he added, wanting to kiss her badly but keeping himself on track. They had agreed on a date, kisses came after that.

"Okay. Can you watch Clover?" the detective asked as she put the lid back on the box where her dress lay in, wanting to put it on and finally go on that very anticipated date.

"I've got it covered. Now, chop chop," with a smile, the detective went upstairs, trying to think of a nice way to do her hair so that it would go well with the dress, amongst other things. "Off to getting ready you go,"

Alone in the living room, all the devil had left to do was prepare a bag for his daughter, who would be well taken care of by Linda and Amenadiel, alongside her older sister. That and getting himself ready, of course. Thankfully, the littlest urchin was asleep and the eldest had already been dropped off at Linda's by her father, so there was only one minor for Lucifer to look after and she wouldn't impose too much trouble.

He made quick work of putting bags of milk on a cooler, alongside some bottles and different plastic nipples in case Clover didn't feel like taking the usual one. Truth be told, she wasn't all too used to drinking from a bottle just yet and it was taking both him and Chloe quite a long time to get her used to anything other than the breast. Lucifer would have to feed her a bottle when Chloe was at work, and to make the transition on her a little bit easier, he would also have to do her nighttime feeding that way. The infant hadn't been happy the first couple of days, but she was slowly but surely starting to learn.

A couple of minutes into the hour he gave Chloe to get ready, he deemed Clover's diaper bag full enough for her to spend her evening at his brother's, so he set it aside right by the infant's swing, where she was comfortably napping. After making sure that the baby was fast asleep and that there were no choking hazards anywhere nearby, Lucifer sighed and sorted himself out to the downstairs bathroom, intedning on putting on his tuxedo as fast as angelically possible. The thought of leaving his two-month-old alone in a room, even if it was just for a couple of minutes and he was nearby, made him sick to the stomach.

He had never been as fast to get himself ready ever before. Well... At least in the clothing department. Once the tux was on and fitting him as well as ever before, he walked out of the bathroom as if he'd seen a ghost. The weight of knowing if his girl was safe was compressing his heart, and he wasn't sure how he was going to manage to take a ride in a helicopter and go to the opera with Chloe if Clover wasn't with them. Truth be told, he had restored to angelical means of communication when he asked his brother to look after the infant, specifically stating that, should anything be wrong with her, he prayed to him. After all, prayer was to him none other than a means to deliver bad news.