Sleep Deprived Devil

Part Three

Lucifer sat the detective's overnight bag at the bar once they got in the penthouse, then turned to Chloe, taking her pillow and blanket. Ignoring her protests, he brought them to his room and laid them on his bed. "You're my guest," he said. "You get the bed." She shook her head, opening her mouth to speak, but Lucifer interrupted again. "I'll stay on the couch tonight. Hell, I might even sleep a little," he added.

"Lucifer, no," she said. "The whole point of me being here is to make sure you get some well-deserved, restful sleep, not to make you sleep on the couch."

"Are you meaning to say I can join you in the bed?" he asked, a small, mischievous grin tugging at his lips. She shot him a deadly glare.

"I said not to—"

"I'm not," he interrupted. "If you think I'm suggesting anything lewd, that's on you, detective."

Chloe's mouth fell open at the accusation. "If you weren't then why are you smiling? Huh? Answer that!"

"Because I was right, detective. You do assume the worst from me," he said. She sighed.

"Whatever." She was defeated. "How am I not supposed to assume the worst from someone who claims to be the devil himself?"

"Oh, so you believe me now?" Suddenly, she realized what he was doing to her. He was distracting her, trying to keep her from the topic of sleep.

She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. "You're going to sleep tonight," she said. "I don't care if I have to chain you to the bed." Immediately, her face flushed at the realization of what she had said.

"I think I might enjoy that a little too much, detective," he teased. She shook her head again, this time covering her face with her hands.

"You know that's not what I meant!" He tried to hide his amusement and approached her, gently pulling her hands from her face and coaxing her to look up at him. Her face was very red.

"I know. I'm sorry," he said. He stepped back. "I'll be on the couch for now, detective."

"If you sleep on the couch, I'm sleeping on the floor," she said stubbornly. He sighed.

"Come with me, then," he said. She followed him to his room and watched as he grabbed a long body pillow and laid it long ways down the center of the bed. He pointed to the far side of the bed on the other side of the pillow, "Your side," then the near, "my side." He looked back at her and held out his right hand. "Deal?" She hesitated, but took it, giving it a firm shake.

"Deal." She walked around to her side, pulling the blanket back and climbing into bed. Lucifer held up the silk pajama pants.

"I'm going to go change into these, I will be back," he said, shortly before disappearing. When he finally returned, he looked a lot better. He must've washed his face and combed his hair (or at least tried) as well. Without all the product he usually uses in his hair, it was curly. Chloe assumed that made it difficult to tame, even with a comb. He did well, though. Lucifer was the first to break the silence. "Well, what now, detective?"

"Now," she started, "you lay down and try to get some sleep." He glanced over to his wall clock.

"It's not even ten o'clock," he countered.

"Yeah?" Chloe said. "And when is the last time you actually slept?" He sighed and didn't bother to answer her, simply peeling the blanket back and climbing in bed. He knew she wasn't going to let up. He laid himself flat on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling above him.

"Do you want me to turn the light off?" he asked. Chloe nodded, making a small noise to confirm. He reached over and patted the base of the bedside table lamp, searching for the switch without even bothering to look over at it. Once he found it, the room went dark, and awkward silence ensued. A few minutes passed, then ten, then twenty. Lucifer got bored. "Detective?" She pretended not to hear him, to be asleep. She heard him sigh, then felt the bed slowly shift.

"You better not be trying to get up," she said, her voice cold and firm. It was the same voice she used on Trixie when she was doing something she shouldn't.

"I can't sleep," was all he could say in response.

"Are your eyes closed?" she asked.

"No."

"That's probably why. Now lay back down and close your eyes," she replied. She felt him plop himself back down on the bed and huff. "Are they closed now?"

"Yes."

"Good." Lucifer was annoyed at her stubbornness, but at least she cared, right? Maybe with her by his side, he wouldn't have that nightmare tonight. With that thought, he relaxed a little more into the bed. It was becoming more and more difficult for him to fight off sleep, especially with her this close to him. It wasn't long before sleep won.

Chloe heard his breaths deepen and turn into soft snores and she smiled triumphantly. Finally, he was sleeping. Slowly, she moved the blanket off of her and she slid off the edge of the bed until her feet were on the floor. Lucifer was still snoring, thank God. She grabbed her throw blanket from the foot of the bed, still neatly folded, and grabbed her pillow too, then left the room, closing the door quietly behind her. She pressed her ear to the door, listening carefully for any disturbances. She could still faintly hear his soft snoring, and she relaxed, heading to the couch.

A couple of hours passed with her just sitting there, playing on her phone, occasionally getting up to press her ear to Lucifer's bedroom door to make sure he was still sleeping. Just as she was about to decide there probably wasn't a need for that anymore, that he was sleeping soundly, she heard him yell and something, glass, breaking. She rushed in and turned on the overhead light to see Lucifer, still sleeping, but his face contorted in a painful expression. His breathing was heavy and fast. The glass of water he had by his bed had been knocked off and shattered. Chloe carefully stepped around the broken glass to the other side of the bed. He wasn't thrashing around or anything dramatic... at least, not anymore. She climbed in the bed, on her hands and knees. She lifted her right hand, leaning back on her knees, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Lucifer," she whispered. Abruptly, he sat up, and luckily Chloe flinched back quick enough to avoid a nasty headbutt, but evidently not quick enough to avoid getting hit by something else. A pillow, maybe? Her eyes were shut tight, still confused and shaken up by Lucifer's abrupt movements. Slowly, she opened them, but before she could see anything, Lucifer's hand was over her face and blocking her vision. "Keep your eyes closed," he said. "Please." She scoffed and slapped his hand away.

"What did you hit me—oh," she cut herself off, her eyes finally falling on the large, feathery wings protruding from Lucifer's back. "Oh," she said again.