Iris

1. Oranges

The elevator opened with a ding and the silent penthouse was greeted by the sound of desperate panting and shuffling.

Lucifer led Chloe inside, letting her stay in front of him as she backed into the penthouse first. His hands were tangled in her hair as she fumbled to get his buttons undone.

Their lips hadn't parted since they entered the elevator on the club's level. Now, he smirked into their anticipatory dance.

"Let me help you with that darling," He breathed as he hoisted her up on the piano like she weighed nothing at all. This was the first break they had since they started. With practiced ease, he slid out of his navy vest and begun to slip the rest of the buttons out of his light blue shirt.

Chloe fumbled for his hands. He stopped and puzzled at her when she found them. She smiled hungrily as she panted, "Stop. Let me do that."

He returned hers with a wolfish grin of his own.

Chloe ran her hands up and down the smooth fabric, feeling the ripple of his muscles underneath and the heat coming off his skin. She could feel his heart pounding underneath his sternum and his warm breath on her as she completely took in the intensity of the moment they were in.

Chloe let her anticipation reach its apex, and with two firm hands, ripped his shirt open and pulled it off his shoulders. It was a complete nuisance anyway, it deserved to be ripped up and thrown on the floor.

After five years of pining, waiting, denying feelings, and hurting themselves and one another, Chloe and Lucifer were finally about to seal the deal.

He laughed and Chloe felt it vibrate through his body as she slammed her lips to his again. He ran his hands down her arms, to her hips, and rested them on her glutes.

"My, my detective. I like this side of you. You should bring her out to play more often." He teased.

"Shut up." She breathed as she clung on to him. He lifted her off the piano and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

She was suddenly reminded of a very, er...horny dream she had had a few years ago. Their actions in the dream were very similar to what was happening right now, but to Chloe, reality was suddenly far better than her dreams. If she discovered that, somehow, this was just another act of her imagination running wild, she never wanted to wake up.

No matter how much she feared it, she knew deep in her heart that tonight was real and she wouldn't wake up in her bed alone. Lucifer was back. They were in love. Everything was right and hopeful in the world.

He led her up the stairs to the bedroom and threw her on to the bed. He stood over her and watched as she stretched her arms over her head and then dragged them slowly down the soft golden silk sheets, bouncing with the movement of the mattress.

Lucifer undid his belt buckle and kicked off his shoes.

Chloe had seen his smile and that particular glint in his eyes that said, "I want to eat you right here, right now" on his face many times during their partnership, mostly when he was around other partners (so to speak), and Chloe would just roll her eyes and remind herself that he was in a different league and she didn't need somebody like that (romantically) in her life.

If only present-day Chloe could go back and tell 2015 Chloe what a stupid bitch she was being. Present-day Chloe felt a fire burn in her lit by the passion brewing between them, her partner's adoring gaze he reserved just for her made it seem as if she was the sun in his universe, making her lose all inhibition. And maybe...that was okay. Chloe was happy.

Chloe's body trembled with long, pent-up desire as he crawled on top of her from the foot of his bed. Now their faces were just inches apart as she lay underneath him while he stayed on his hands and knees.