Lucifer Fanfiction

Lets get drunk (7)

They headed back to the bar after eating, after both of them had been stuffed at how much they had eaten. Not being sure which one, but someone had suggested that they do shots to keep the party going, and as stupid as that sounded, they each complied with the suggestion. Lucifer being the one with a mega metabolism, was the backup plan if anything went wrong even though somehow the detective had managed to affect him in a way of invulnerability with alcohol (that does not make sense lmao). They both felt woozy by the end of the night but with Chloe being a bad/ dangerous drunk, Lucifer had already accepted responsibility for future happenings.

After a few too many drinks, Lucifer took Chloe up to the penthouse to sleep as she wasn't going to trust in a house alone nevermind getting herself home too. Going into the other room, Lucifer got some possible clothes out that Chloe could wear for bed instead of sleeping in a tight dress all night. Chloe had stumbled as she passed the bar in the penthouse and accidentally knocked a glass over. Lucifer had heard the commotion and came running in, to find her sitting on the floor with a bloody gash in her arm as she began to pick up the pieces of the broken glass.

"What did you do?" He yelled at her a little too angrily but in a bizarre soft tone. You could tell he cared about her.
"I'm picking up the glass," she said simply as if it was no big deal that she was bleeding. He had grabbed her by the arms, pulling her up off the ground and taking her to the couch to sit down.
"I will be right back. Don't move a muscle and I mean it Chloe" Lucifer said as he pointed his index finger at her in a threatening but childish way. She didn't argue and sat still, beginning to fiddle with her fingers until he arrives back with a mini first aid kit in his left and his phone in the right. He looks at the wound with a worried look and begins to clean it.

Chloe just stares at him as he surely but carefully cleans the wound. She has never seen this side of him before and she would like to see it again but hopefully under less dangerous circumstances.
"There, all clean. Now I just need to put a bandage on" he says as he pulls the bandages out of the first aid kit. Chloe was eerily quiet, making Lucifer look up.
"What's wrong?" He had a nervous and worried look on his face as he finished patching her up.
"I think I love you," she said in a hushed whisper. This made Lucifer perk up his ears and look up at her in shock but then his face went soft. If anyone was watching you would have to think twice if you were told he was the devil. Chloe was his soft spot and he knew this but it doesn't mean he would ever admit it.
"I love you too Chloe. Come here" he gestured for her to come closer to him and she did. Chloe snuggled into Lucifer's side on the couch before slowly drifting off to sleep in his arms. His aroma was so calming and hypnotic but at the same time, it was vibrant and lustful. The muscles in his arms relaxed around her waist as she let out light snores, feeling her breathing beginning to slow on his chest.

The next thing she knew she woke up in Lucifer's bed with a big collared shirt and branded shorts that went past her knees because of how big they were. She felt warm arms around the bottom of her waist and she positioned herself into them even more (if it was possible) to gain more warmth and comfort. That's was when she was beginning to feel a little bit woozy and felt her stomach turned inside out. Pulling out of the grip that was Lucifer's arms, she rushes to the bathroom, locking the door behind her, and reaching the toilet just in time. She pulls her hair back and threw up into the toilet.
"Urgh," she expressed as she placed her head onto the toilet bowl.

Her stomach was aching and a headache began to form in the left side of her head. A knock on the door was heard so she unlocked it for Lucifer. He had seen her lying on the floor and immediately jumped down with her towards her aid.

"Are you okay?" He asked with a concerned look spread across his face as he touches her forehead.
"You are red hot. Do you want to go back to bed? I can ring the precinct to tell them that you can't come in today".
"No Lucifer. Don't bother, I'm fine" she says as she pushed her head up with force and pulls her hair back into a messy bun. Chloe then proceeded to stand up but almost collapsed on her way up.
"That's it. I'm taking you to bed and you are not moving until you're better". He picked her up bridal style and made his way back to the bedroom. There was no point in protesting as he always won these types of arguments. After he had placed her back in bed, he was about to leave but was stopped by her saying "So that's it. Are you just gonna leave me here?".
"Give me a second, I'm just getting my phone so I can call the precinct and tell them you are not going to work today" and with that, he went to get his phone but not before releasing a little chuckle that earned an annoyed sigh from Chloe.  Looking up at the ceiling, a banging sensation began to pound at her head. She didn't know what was happening.

'Was this just an extreme hangover or something much more worrying?' She thought to herself.