Sleep Deprived Devil

Part Two

Before heading to Lux after work, Chloe stopped by her own house. Trixie was with Dan and Maze was probably out doing whatever she does at night. The house was empty. She sighed, grabbed one of Trixie's old backpacks, then started packing some clothes and other overnight essentials. She intended on leaving her bag in her car until she knew for sure what she had planned, just so Lucifer wouldn't see it and get the wrong idea. He didn't even know she would be coming back that night, but she was determined to make sure he got his much needed sleep. It was for his own good.

Before she knew it, she was pulling up to Lux. She got out of the car, grabbing a small container before closing the door. When she made her entrance, she realized how eerily silent and empty it was. What if he wasn't there? She shook her head. Surely he'd lock the place up if he wasn't. She went to the elevator, pushed the button, and was on her way up.

Speak of the devil, and there he was, sitting in the same spot on the sofa as when she left earlier that day, but this time Bones was playing loudly on the TV right in front of him. Had it been any louder, he probably wouldn't have noticed the detective's arrival. He looked at her, confused at first by the interruption, but then a small smile appeared on his face. "Detective!" he exclaimed, pausing the television. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"I just want to make sure you get some rest, Lucifer. Even Ella is worried about you," she said, holding up the container. "She made you deviled eggs." His smile melted briefly, but returned at the mention of Ella's dish. He was still wearing the same suit he wore earlier, the buttons still misaligned and the shirt still faintly stained. Chloe walked towards him, handing him the container. He thanked her and plucked one out, holding it back out to her, as if offering to share. She waved her hand then crossed her arms. His smile melted again.

"Detective, I already told you. I can't sleep," he said. "I don't know what you expect from me."

"You can try. At least get into some pajamas," she said quietly. He just blinked at her, looking almost confused. "You know, pajamas? Whatever it is you sleep in?" His mouth formed a small "O" as if finally understanding and she rolled her eyes, turning towards the bar to get herself a drink. He might not be allowed to, but she could. Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of metal hitting the ground, and she turned around to see him shirtless, back facing her, and already working on his pants, his belt being the metal sound she had heard just seconds before. "Lucifer!" she exclaimed. He jumped, then turned over his shoulder to look at her.

"What?" he asked, exasperated. Well, that made two of them. He looked like he had no idea what he was doing wrong, which made Chloe even angrier.

"I said pajamas!"

"You said whatever it is I sleep in, detective. You can't possibly believe I sleep in anything." His response had her pinching the bridge of her nose, eyes shut tight in frustration. She took a deep breath, opening her eyes again. This time he was facing her, watching her expectantly. She breathed in again, trying to keep her eyes from wandering from his, then she broke eye contact and headed towards his room. He followed closely behind, and Chloe just knew his smile was from ear to ear and he was making all kinds of assumptions. She opened his top drawer, finding a pair of silk pants and matching button up shirt. She threw them at him.

"Then what are these?" she asked, gesturing to the silk pajamas that were now in his arms. "Put them on. Those are pajamas, in case you didn't know, but I have a feeling you knew exactly what I was talking about."

"Why are you so angry, detective? I was only trying to speed up the inevitable."

"And what, Lucifer, do you mean by that?"

"Sex, of course." There it was again. She knew this would happen.

"You know what, Lucifer?" She threw her hands up. "This was a mistake. I was only trying to help you because, I don't know, I actually care about your wellbeing, as any friend should, but the only thing you seem to care about is having sex with me. I'm going to go home now," she finished. Lucifer's whole demeanor changed, his shoulders dropped, and his smile faded away. She turned to leave.

"Detective, wait," he said. She stopped, but didn't turn around.

"What?" she asked, trying not to make her anger too obvious.

"I'm sorry, I'll put these on," he said, throwing the shirt on and quickly fumbling to button it up. She ignored him and kept walking towards the elevator. He panicked, following her, reaching out for her but too afraid to touch her. "Please don't leave yet," was all he could say. Her shoulders tensed and he could hear her steadying her breathing.

"Fine," she said, turning around to face him. She could see on his face that he was being genuine, he really didn't want her to go. Those must have been some really, really bad nightmares. "But I've got some rules." He nodded in response, ready to agree to whatever she had to say. "No more stripping in front of me. If you change again tonight, do so in another room with the door closed," she said. He nodded again. "And stop being so insistent on the whole sex thing, Lucifer. I didn't come here for sex. Don't even mention sex again tonight." That rule would be harder for him to follow, but he quickly agreed. She sighed. "I guess the occasional joke is fine, like you usually do, but don't try to get me to have sex with you tonight. That's not what I want and I hope I'm making that very clear. Don't touch me, don't—"

"Detective, I wouldn't touch you or anyone else without explicit consent," he interrupted. "I'm truly sorry I made you think so little of me." She sighed, visibly relieved at his words. She suddenly remembered the overnight bag in her car and went to press the elevator button anyway, not realizing how that looked to Lucifer until she saw the look on his face. She felt like she had just kicked a puppy. She opened her mouth to explain, but she didn't quite know what words to use, so she just gestured for him to follow. Confused, he held up the silk pants. "Should I change into these first?" She shook her head.

"No, I just left some stuff in my car. Mind helping me carry it in?" He perked up a little at that, agreeing and quickly following behind her into the elevator. "I have one more rule," she said.

"Anything for you."

"Sleep tonight." His smile, once again, disappeared.

"Detective, I—"

"No, Lucifer. You need to sleep. Staying up this long is dangerous. You could start hallucinating, or fainting again, and I... you're just too tall and too heavy for me to catch you, and I don't want you hurting yourself."

"I won't faint again, I promise. I took stimulants," he said, pointing to the now open elevator door. Chloe's jaw dropped, but Lucifer hadn't noticed. "Ladies first." As if on instinct, she punched his arm as hard as she could muster. "Ouch!" He immediately went to rubbing the affected area. "It was just coffee!" he exclaimed, raising his hands up, as if he was readying to defend himself from another blow. She relaxed a little.

"I'm sorry for punching you, I don't know why I did that, but that's still dangerous, Lucifer. You shouldn't—"

"Do you always assume the worst from me, detective?" He watched as she stepped out of the elevator, following closely behind.

"Who the hell drinks coffee and then tells someone—" she paused, turning to look him in the eye, "worse—a cop," she gestured to her badge, still attached to her hip, "'I took stimulants'?" She kept walking. "Honestly, what did you expect for me to assume?" Lucifer huffed.

"I suppose you're right."

"Yes, I am," she said. "So, you'll sleep then?" She opened her car door.

"How will you even know I'm sleeping?" he asked. As if on cue, she pulled out Trixie's dinosaur themed backpack, holding it up for him to see. "What's that?" She handed it over to him and pulled out a pillow and a throw blanket. He was starting to get the hint.

"It's my overnight bag," she said. "Just to be sure you actually get some rest tonight." She studied his face, waiting for him to protest, but to her surprise, he didn't. He looked better now that he had a clean and comfortable shirt on, but the bags under his bloodshot eyes were as prominent as ever. She looked at him with pity yet again, thinking. He was over six feet tall, incredibly strong, rich, handsome, and claimed to be the devil himself. So what nightmare could possibly scare him into avoiding sleep to this extent? She was afraid to ask. She closed her car door and locked it, heading back to Lux with Lucifer at her heels.

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a/n: i feel like i'm really dragging this out lol sorry. i've got the next three parts already written, though, so definitely expect consistent updates. i'd also like to apologize if my writing is a bit (or excessively) rusty, i've been out of practice when it comes to writing for a really long time now.

come back next tuesday!