Lucifer Fanfiction

Let it all out (19)

WARNING: MAJOR DECKERSTAR FLUFF :)

"You do realise I can walk, right?", Chloe said as she hung from Lucifer's chest, only supported by his strong arms.
"Yes, of course..." he stumbled over his words slightly before thinking and continuing by saying: "Embrace it, darling. It never lasts long." Chloe laughed in his arms as the elevator dinged and he stepped out, proceeding to make his way towards the couch. Once there, he unlatched himself from her and placed her onto it. She smiled at him from behind, enjoying the view as he made his way to his home-owned bar.

"Do you want a drink?", he offered.
"Sure", she answered in a bored tone and he turned around to face her, a surprised expression on his face. "What? You offered. Plus it been one of those weeks", she explained with a sigh. He hummed as a sort of understanding and grabbed another glass from behind the bar, filling it up with the amber liquid from the bottle.

Taking hold of both glasses in each hand, he turned to see Chloe with her shirt half up. Tracing the particularly odd bruise with her fingers, she scrunched her eyebrows up at the unfamiliar pain that the light caress caused. When she fixed her thin t-shirt back in place and looked up, she caught him staring at her with fascination. As she cleared her throat purposely, he snapped himself out of the trance and proceeded to place the amber-filled glass in the palm of her hands. He seated himself beside her as she took a gulp of the liquid, cringing slightly as it hit the back of her throat with metaphorical force. Instantly regretting it as nausea set in. He glanced at her but wanting to avoid his gaze, she placed the side of her head on his broad shoulder, feeling him relax under her touch.

"Are you okay?" he asked out of the blue. Shrugging her shoulders as a response, he moved sideways to face her, making her lay her head on the back of the sofa. When he noticed that she was trying to avoid his fixed look by averting it to the ceiling of the penthouse instead, he placed two light fingers under her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. When she looked at him, he automatically noted her red-tinted face and the single tear that was currently sliding down her face. She basically broke down in front of him. He just sighed.

"Come here, Chloe," he said, pulling her towards his chest and tightly wrapping his arms around her waist. She embraced the hug, snuggling her head into his chest and closing her eyes, focusing on her breathing and muffling the loud sniffling she was making. Sitting in silence while he rubbed the firm part of her back, she sniffled into his chest as he tried to pull backward. He felt her shake her head and cuddle into him further. She clearly wasn't going to let go of him so they sat in further silence until soft snores could be heard from the body below, her grip loosening on the suit shirt he was still wearing.

Sighing, he got himself comfortable under her body and prepared to holster her up over his shoulders gently and take her to bed. And that's exactly what he did. Getting an old t-shirt out for her, putting it on her still sleeping form, and stripping himself until he was left in only his boxers, he pulled the covers over both his and the sleeping beauty next to him, getting comfortable by the second.

As he was about to turn over onto his side, he heard Chloe groan in her sleep and shuffle towards him, ducking under his arm to cuddle into his side. Once she found the warm source of his ribs, she sighed softly, clearly more comfortable than before. Looking up at the ceiling, the first thought that came to him was that he seriously needed to get payback on his bastard of a brother, Micheal. What was he going to do when he found him? What sort of torture he would resort to or would he just leave the torturing to Maze? How did he do it?

'Selfish prick', he scolded in his mind.

Grabbing his phone from the top of the bedside drawer, he immediately went to his contacts, texting Maze a quick:

Lucifer: Any news on the twin?

A few moments went by when he didn't get a reply, just staring at the ceiling in the spontaneous darkness, clearly too deep in thought to care. However, his phone pinging pulled him out to that sensation.

Maze: Nothing. I'll keep looking but he's definitely hiding somewhere.

Maze: How's Decker?

He paused a moment, glancing down at the women resting on his bare chest. To put it plainly, she was stunning.

Lucifer: Not herself but I'm taking care of her

Maze: You better be or I'll have to find a limb to cut off

He chuckled to himself, Chloe humming slightly on his chest as she got herself comfortable once again. He rubbed the side of her forearm, keeping her warm with the depths of Hell's help. Shaking his head at the screen, Lucifer turned his phone, placing it back onto the nightstand, fully embracing the darkness now as he pulled Chloe closer to his chest, feeling her shiver moderately.

He let the darkness swallow him whole as he closed his eyes. The night turned into morning within a few hours and the Devil wasn't ready for what the next day might bring him.