Homecoming

Part 2

"The second description should be proof enough. But don't worry about it. Ugh, another perfectly ruined shirt!" He exclaims and discards his soiled shirt to the ground a little forcefully, a display of his apparent dismay and disgust at Michael's dirty tactics that would have landed him straight back to Hell.

There wouldn't be any scars left, of course, but the pain of being struck would remain for some time, along with the feeling of betrayal for falling for his twin's trap. Indeed, he should have known better.

"Just give me a few minutes, Detective to clean myself up and I'll be right with you,"

He doesn't wait for her to answer and instead proceeds to the shower.

The bath felt good on his skin. In Hell, it has been a thousand years, so preferably, he'd probably require a full day of pampering, but the Detective is waiting.

He picks up a white shirt and quickly buttons it up along with the rest of his usual ensemble.

"So, Detective. It's nice to see you again. This wasn't how I envisioned our reunion, and I certainly didn't foresee this dubious act my twin had just committed."

"You never told me you had a twin."

"It was irrelevant until now. Michael would never set foot on Earth, but clearly, something's changed."

"I had an inkling it wasn't you when I kissed him. But I wasn't sure. I desperately wanted to see you again, and you showed up, well, your twin, at the right moment, and I couldn't help myself."

"I understand, Detective."

A pause and Chloe this time restarts the conversation.

"How long will you be here for?" The question comes out even before she could think,

"Until the threat has passed. Michael won't stay quiet, not unless Father does something about it, which I doubt. I will protect you, Chloe. Whatever it takes."

One eye contact is all it takes, and they're suddenly in each other's arms and kissing like there's no tomorrow. Chloe worked on the buttons of his shirt and grew impatient that she just tore it open and off of him.

He draws in a sharp breath when her hand lands on the right side, where he was previously injured and made all the activities stop.

"I'm sorry,"

"It's quite alright, Detective. Apparently, I'm still healing."

"Sorry, I got carried away. I should go and let you heal."

"I'd like that on any other day, but time is of the essence. I've been through worst, Detective."

"If you say so,"

"Shall we resume with the nasty? Or have you changed your mind?"

"And miss out on the best night of my life? Never."

Lucifer smiles at the rather bold statement. This woman deserves everything the world has to offer, especially after that Michael fiasco.

"I've missed you," Lucifer admits as he caresses her face.

"I've missed you more," Chloe responds, never breaking eye contact.

No other words were spoken when their lips met again, and this time neither would allow any interruption.

xxxx

Lucifer wakes up to the tiniest sound, spots Maze twirling her knives and raises his pointer finger to his lips. The demon smirks, roll her eyes, and nods approvingly that her former boss and her roommate finally did the deed.

Mazikeen's smile fades as she points to Lucifer and then runs her pointer finger across her neck, a clear indication she's going to get back at him as soon as Chloe is out of sight. It's Lucifer's turn to roll his eyes and mouths' Fine, fine, fine," then quickly dismisses his right-hand demon. He wanted the Detective to take a much-needed rest after their activities last night. He's savoring these moments because sooner or later, he' ll have to go back.

The Devil is kind of hoping he didn't have to after all that work he's done to keep the denizens at bay. He made sure they wouldn't have time to consider any sort of rebellion as he kept them on their toes, and whoever had the gall to defy his new set of rules would suffer dire consequences at full force. The remains of those who tried were displayed on all the nine circles of Hell as a reminder. For now, it was enough.

Lucifer closes his eyes once more and holds her tighter.

xxxx

Chloe stirs awake, sore but completely satisfied. She now understood what all those men and women felt after spending time with the Devil. To her, though, it feels more. While those previous encounters were for pleasure at best, this one they had wasn't just sex.

She places a gentle kiss on his cheeks before climbing out of bed, putting on his shirt and making a run for the bathroom. She really wanted to cuddle some more, but her damn bladder couldn't take anymore.

When she went back to the room, he was nowhere to be found, and she felt a little angry and disappointed, thinking that he just up and left. Her anger quickly dissipates when she sees him butt naked in his kitchen, fixing breakfast.

"Ah, there you are. Any preference for brekkie?"

"Anything is good," She answers almost immediately without thinking. Lucifer smirks at her response, and she realizes what she just did -- she doesn't mind.

"You're such a turn on, Detective. Don't worry, we'll have plenty of those," He pauses and wiggles his eyebrows, "but you have to eat at some point. I, for one, am starving."

Chloe's face is beet red as she tries to hide her embarrassment away.

"O-of course."

"Coffee?"

"Yes, please."

Lucifer hands over a cup and continues to work on the bacon and omelet. Chloe meanwhile sips on the coffee a little too fast -- or that she's too distracted because he's particularly lively this time of day - Oh, God - that she almost drops the cup.

"Ooh, careful," He blurts out - not exactly a tease - missing how turned on his partner is.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore that she stands up and grabs his robe and drapes it onto his back. Thankfully, he's gotten the hint and ties it properly while smiling seductively at the woman who owns his heart and soul.

"So, uh, our agenda for today?"

"Do you have something in mind?" He answers with an inquiry instead, as he flips the omelet.

"Not really. It's my day off, and I'm supposed to pick up Trixie in a few hours."

"Alright, let's do that."