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“Detective, can I ask you a question?” Lucifer asks, sitting down across from her at the diner that they have made a habit of spending every Monday at for lunch.
“What’s wrong, Lucifer?” Chloe asks, concern lacing her voice and her face. The two of them had been dating now for just a few months, but it felt like they had been together for years. Chloe supposes that they had been, in a way, since they had been partners for so long.
“Oh, nothing, love. I’ve just been thinking, and it’s prompted me with a question.” He explains nonchalantly. Chloe eyes him suspiciously as he pours whiskey from his flask into his coffee mug.
“You’re killing me with the suspense,” she says and reaches for her coffee, taking a sip.
“Chloe, would you ever consider having a baby with me?” he asks shyly, averting his gaze quickly.
Chloe chokes on her drink and coughs for a moment. Lucifer feels his cheeks warm as they tinge red from embarrassment—but he’d swear that the Devil doesn’t get embarrassed.
“I’m sorry, what?” she asks once she is mostly recovered from the initial shock.
Lucifer shakes his head, lowering his eyes to the table. “N-nothing. Never mind. Please, forget I said anything.”
She reaches her hand across the table to catch his fingers and squeezes them gently. “No, Lucifer, you just caught me off guard. It’s just…it’s a question I never imagined I’d hear you ask anyone.”
He hums noncommittally, still avoiding eye contact with her. She gently squeezes his fingers again, encouraging him to look at her. When he does, she speaks again.
“What brought on this question?” she asks.
Lucifer takes a deep breath before answering. “I care deeply for the Urchin, Detective, and I’ve secretly wondered what it might be like to be a father, but always knew I’d be a dastardly one. I took comfort, though, in knowing that at least I was sterile, that I wouldn’t be able to have children. But, when Amenadiel and Linda got pregnant and we began to understand the self-actualization theory more, I realized that having children is very well something that I could potentially have if I wanted it. And when I think about that…I can only ever imagine it with you.”
Chloe listens to him speak intently as tears fill her eyes slowly. She simply cannot fathom how anyone would believe the man across from her to be evil.
“And now I’ve gone and upset you. I’m sorry, Detective, truly. Please, forget what I said. Tell me more about the case we are working on.” He says, his tone deflated and his eyes without the spark she loves.
“No, Lucifer, these aren’t sad…I’m not upset.” She says, wiping the tears from her eyes.
“You’re not?”
She shakes her head.
“Then why are you crying?”
“Because you’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met and I’m just…so in love with you.”
“I am not sweet.” He shoots back, his eyes flashing red. Chloe gasps and her cheeks turn red as it becomes her turn for her skin to flush. Though, it’s not because of embarrassment, she realizes, as she shifts in her seat, attempting to create some friction.
“You are though,” Chloe says as she reaches her hand across the table and intertwines her fingers with his.
“We don’t have to….we can just pretend this conversation never happened. What will be next with the case today?” He offers her a small smile, squeezing her fingers gently.
“I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen, Lucifer.” Chloe begins. “I would love to have a baby with you.”
Chloe watches Lucifer’s face light up as the words she just whispered to him sink in.
“You do?” he asks, his voice barely audible as a smile plays at his lips.
“Of course I do, baby. I was always hopeful I’d have another child, and there’s no one else I want to have that journey with than you.”
“You’d have a baby with the Devil himself?” he asks, doubt creeping into his voice.
“Yes, I would absolutely have a baby with the Devil himself. You know why?”
“Hmm?”
“Because the Devil is the most amazing, loving, caring man I’ve ever met. A man who puts the people he loves first and is selfless. A truly good man.”
“Chloe,” he breathes, his eyes glistening in the poor lighting of the diner.
“I love you, Lucifer. Partners ‘til the end.” Chloe smiles and kisses Lucifer’s knuckles. He watches her, awestruck, still unused to being treated like someone actually cares about him. It breaks her heart to no end, but she will see to it that he is cared for forever.
“Partners ‘til the end.” Lucifer responds. “Care to take the rest of the afternoon off to make a baby, Detective?”
Chloe laughs. “We can’t put an agenda on it, it’ll make it too stressful. It will happen, I promise.”
“Right. Right, of course.” Lucifer smiles and nods, refocusing on the task at hand: casework.
***
Two weeks later, Chloe knows that if her and Lucifer have unprotected sex, they have a damn good chance at coming up pregnant. It also happens to be their weekend off, and Dan’s weekend for Trixie. It’s hard for Chloe to believe there isn’t celestial interference with that “coincidence.”
Chloe doesn’t tell Lucifer that she’s in her ovulation window because she wants to surprise him with this. It’s something important to him, she can tell, and she wants to fulfill this for him. They had still been using protection, even after their conversation in the diner, so Chloe double checks with him before they leave work that day if he still wants to do this.
“Lucifer?” she whispers as she is working on the last bit of paperwork, and he fiddles with the Newton’s cradle on her desk.
“Yes, Detective?” he stops messing and directs his attention to her.
“Do you still want to try for what we talked about a few weeks ago? At the diner?”
He looks confused for a second but then recognition sets in on his face. “Oh. Yes, yes I do. Do you?”
“I do.” She smiles.
“Excellent.” He grins.
Fifteen minutes later, the pair heads hand in hand for Chloe’s cruiser so they can depart to the penthouse for the weekend. In a rare moment for Chloe, she allows Lucifer to drive. She has other plans.
They travel down the freeway, which is relatively clear of traffic. Chloe is silently grateful, because otherwise, she may not have gone through with the next part of her plan. She slowly reaches her hand over to place on Lucifer’s mid-thigh, trailing her fingers slowly toward his waist. She unbuckles her seatbelt and in a swift motion is on her knees, her mouth close to Lucifer’s ear.
“Detective?” Lucifer asks, surprise and confusion lacing his tone.
“Stay in your lane and watch your speed, Lucifer,” she whispers, biting his earlobe. She brings her hand to his belt and makes quick work of the obstacle, undoing the buckle, the button of his trousers, and his zipper in a few quick movements. In typical Lucifer fashion, he is not wearing anything under his trousers, so she grips him gently and pulls his cock out, slowly stroking the shaft.
A bead of precum shines on the crown of his cock and Chloe swipes her thumb over it, spreading the natural lubricant down his shaft to aid in comfort. His breath catches in his throat when she continues to trace her thumb over his head, and she looks up at him from beneath with wide, innocent eyes.
“Eyes on the road, Lucifer.” She teases, and then gently places an open-mouthed kiss on the tip of his cock, before trailing her tongue down the underside. Lucifer’s fingers tighten around the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white, as he lets a sharp breath out through his nose. Chloe repeats the motions a few times until she knows Lucifer is fully to attention.
She pauses a half second. Sometimes it’s hard for her to believe that this is the person she is now. But it feels so good. She feels so encouraged and empowered by Lucifer to do these kinds of things that even though she’s a nearly forty-year-old single mom and a detective that owns an almost excessive amount of sensible brown shoes. He makes her feel like she is truly a goddess.
Chloe smiles to herself before pressing her lips gently to the head of his cock. She hears his breath hitch and feels the muscles in his belly clench before she parts her lips and begins to take him in her mouth. She starts a slow, but steady pace, hollowing her cheeks to provide the suction to bring him almost to the edge and then backing off enough to slow him down. She doesn’t want to get him off in the car. That wasn’t the idea.
She delicately lets him fall from her mouth, wrapping him in her fingers and pumping him firmly for a moment before tucking him back into his trousers. She wipes her lips before whispering in his ear.
“Fuck baby, I can’t wait to get home. I want all of you in my mouth.” She hears his sharp inhale as she resettles in her seat, feeling the car increase in speed while Lucifer works harder to get them to the penthouse faster.
Chloe rests back in the seat while looking over at Lucifer. The highway is relatively clear for an evening drive, which is a shocker for LA traffic. She traces her fingers along Lucifer’s thigh absently while he maneuvers even faster than before to get to his penthouse.
When they arrive, his hands tremble when he opens the door to the car, helping her out. She offers him a soft smile, trying to calm his nerves without bringing attention to it. She tangles her pinky finger with his and leans up to kiss his cheek. She feels some of the tension melt from him with this action and it relieves her nerves as well.
They steal glances at each other all the way to the elevator and once inside, Chloe wraps her arms around Lucifer’s waist, putting her head on his chest.
“I love you; you know? Like, I really love you and I really love this life we’ve made together,” she whispers.
Lucifer presses his lips to the crown of her head before saying, “I love you, so very much darling. And this life we’ve made…it’s everything to me.”
“Well then…let’s add a life to this life we’ve made?” She looks up at him, internally cursing her inability to flirt with any finesse.
“Add a…wait, really?” he asks, his features perking up. She bites her lip and nods.
“And here I just thought you wanted to steal away for an afternoon delight, darling,” he says, and she laughs.
“Let’s make a baby, Lucifer.” The words barely leave Chloe’s mouth before Lucifer’s lips are pressed against hers. She inhales deeply, breathing him in as his tongue seeks entrance to her mouth. She barely hears the elevator ding but follows Lucifer’s lead into the penthouse, running her fingers through his hair and teasing it free of the product that keeps it so together.
Chloe brings her hands down to Lucifer’s jacket, slipping her fingers under and pushing it off his shoulders, not breaking her lips from his. Their tongues mingle as she continues to doff his clothes, sliding against one another in a dance that they’ve perfected in the time they’ve been together.
Lucifer follows suit, disrobing Chloe as they make their way further into the penthouse. The kiss, while starting soft and tentative, becomes heated, with Lucifer nipping at Chloe’s lip before she parts and kisses his jawline and toward his throat. Then, she bites.
Her teeth sink into Lucifer’s skin, not breaking but enough that he feels the pain that only she can provide, and it makes him feral. He growls and pins her against the Assyrian wall. He keeps his hand behind her head, protecting her even in the heat of the moment. By this point, she only retains her bra and panties, and Lucifer has his trousers on, but she knows that’s the only barrier between them.
Lucifer begins to kiss her neck, nibbling on her throat as he goes, and she can’t stop the soft moan that escapes her lips. Sometimes, it blows her mind that she has a partner that has literally been in existence since before the dawn of time, but oh is she grateful for it. His experience is so vast, and he is so talented because of it. He can make her moan with soft kisses to her neck for crying out loud.
She reaches her hand up, curling her fingers gently around his throat to bring his lips back to hers. She presses her lips against his, soft but with intent. He pulls away and reaches his hand between them, offering her the choice to walk into this with him. She takes his hand with no hesitation, a symbol of her willingness to join him on this journey. This is more than just fulfilling a fantasy of his, at least to her. She feels like she has reached a peak with him, after all the will-they-won’t-they and running away from each other. Now, they’re walking into the biggest commitment of all, fearlessly together.
At the bed, their hands are clasped, and fingers entangled, and Lucifer eases himself down with a soft push from Chloe, before she sinks to her knees before him. Before Lucifer, she hated this—kneeling before a man. It was always misogynistic at best, but Lucifer never made her feel like that. Every touch and caress from him were full of love, devotion, and respect. She felt powerful before him, not like a less-than servant.
As she looks into his eyes, taking in the awestruck expression on his face, she once again undoes his belt and clasp of his trousers, and gently exposes his fully erect cock. Her mouth waters at the sight of it, engorged head sporting a bead of pre-come again and he whines when she gently wraps her fingers around the shaft. She pumps him slowly, circling her palm around the head to spread the wetness gathered there, the natural lubricant aiding the slide of her hand.
After what Lucifer is sure is forever, Chloe leans down and presses her tongue to the underside of his cock, tracing it upward over the prominent vein that leads to the head and when she arrives there, she wraps her lips around the head and sucks. The groan that leaves Lucifer’s lips makes Chloe clench around nothing, and she feels the pool of arousal that gushes from her body as heat coils in her belly.
She bobs her head on his cock at a steady rhythm, and Lucifer gently tangles his fingers in her hair, not forcing her movement, but grounding himself to the moment. His other hand holds hers by his hip, the touch intimate and fuels their connection.
After half a minute of her regular pace, she prepares to follow up on her earlier promise to him: taking everything. She pulls off him and twirls her tongue around the head of his cock and meets his eyes. She relaxes her jaw and sticks her tongue out before lowering her mouth onto him once again, this time pushing as far as she can go. She maintains eye contact with him, and his eyes widen when his cock brushes the back of her throat. She starts to panic, but takes a deep breath through her nose, pushing farther and closing her airway for a second.
She moans, overwhelmed with the sensation of being completely at Lucifer’s mercy, and feels the hand in her hair tug her off his cock. She gasps for air when her mouth is free, a smile on her face, but concern on her eyes as she sees the look on Lucifer’s face.
“What’s wrong?” she pants, reaching her free hand to caress his cheek.
“Nothing,” his voice is deep, and he sounds wrecked. “But if you keep this up, love, I won’t last and I won’t be a two-pump chump.”
Chloe giggles and leans toward him, pressing her lips to his. She drapes her arms around his neck and Lucifer takes advantage of that second to reverse their positions, laying her on the bed while he crawled toward her. She lets her legs fall open to accommodate him as he latches onto her throat, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone, making his way toward her breasts.
He reaches behind her and quickly unlatches her bra before pulling it off and tossing it onto the floor somewhere, taking her nipple into his mouth in the process. He nibbles and sucks at it while teasing the other one to a peak before switching, not daring to leave one without the same amount of attention as the other. Chloe arches her body into his at a particular moment of weakness, trying to stifle a moan in the process. She could feel that she had soaked completely through her panties, and she tries desperately to create some friction by moving her hips against his.
Lucifer seems to get the hint, smiling against her chest as he places kisses down her abdomen and nibbling at the skin by her waistband. He kisses over the fabric, bumping her swollen clit with his nose before placing a kiss over the wet fabric, a soft growl escaping his lips. He pushes his fingers under her waistband, she lifts her hips, and in one swift motion, her panties find their way to the floor. Lucifer settles back in, about to feast on his absolute favorite meal, until he feels Chloe’s hand in his hair, tugging him up toward her face.
“I need you inside me, babe. I can’t wait any longer,” she says, her eyes pleading with him.
He nods vehemently, standing quickly to rid himself of his trousers. He smiles softly as his eyes roam Chloe’s body. His cock twitches, reminding him of his most basic carnal needs, and he wraps his hand around his cock, pumping gently a few times before returning to his position above Chloe.
His cock nudges her clit, and she moans. He reaches his hand down to position himself at her entrance but pauses.
He looks her in the eyes, seriousness taking his features. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes, more than anything.” She says, matching his tone. He searches her face for any insincerity or hesitation but finds none.
He leans down and kisses her gently. “I love you.”
“I lo—oh.” She feels him push into her, sliding all the way in with one push. He stills, giving her the opportunity to adjust to his size. They’ve done this a thousand times, but she will never get used to the way he stretches her perfectly.
She opens her eyes and smiles at him, and he takes that as a sign to start moving. He sets a slow, deliberate pace as he tangles their fingers together on either side of Chloe’s head. He rests his forehead against hers, lips ghosting over each other’s and sharing the breath that settles between them. Chloe rolls her hips to meet his on each thrust and it’s almost enough.
“Harder, Lucifer,” she begs breathily. He huffs a groan and pulls all the way out, leaving just the head of his cock inside of her. He pauses for a moment and then slams himself back into her. Chloe cries out in pleasure, bringing her hands up around his back and digging her nails in. He repeats the motion, gaining speed in doing so and she can feel him beginning to lose control. Each thrust pushes his cock against her cervix harder and faster and she knows she will hurt tomorrow but damn it if it doesn’t do exactly what she needs it to do right now.
“Yes, Lucifer, fuck…” she groans, digging lines in his back from his ass to his shoulders. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“I can’t wait to come inside you, darling,” Lucifer growls and sucks a bloom on her throat. She knows it’s too high to cover with her shirts, but she can’t blame his enthusiasm. She feels it too as she approaches the cusp of her orgasm. Lucifer reaches between them—how he does she has no idea because they’re practically glued together—and gets his thumb on her clit, rubbing quick, tight circles to help bring her to the edge.
“Baby, I’m going to come! Oh my fuck, I’m going to come!” She exclaims. Her eyes snap open and she brings Lucifer’s face to hers, forcing eye contact. “Come inside me, Lucifer. Fucking come inside me please!”
Chloe hurtles over the edge of the precipice as white-hot arousal floods her veins, her body arching against Lucifer’s and her eyes rolling into the back of her head. She is entirely taken by pleasure as she feels Lucifer thrust into her two more times before pushing his cock as far inside her as her body will allow. She stretches around the base of him, the girth causing her to skirt the line between pain and pleasure, and he holds for a second as she feels his cock twitch and then flood her with spurts of warm liquid as he comes, shouting her name.
Lucifer all but collapses on top of her as his orgasm subsides, but she’s grateful for the solid weight of his body above her, grounding her to this moment. He doesn’t pull out of her yet, just wraps his arms around her body to cradle him against her.
Chloe can feel his mouth moving against her neck where he has tucked his head, but it takes a few seconds before she realizes he’s whispering.
“I love you; I love you,” he whispers over and over into her skin.
“I love you, Lucifer, I love you.” She repeats back to him, running her fingers through his hair. He keeps repeating it like a manic mantra and she realizes that something could be wrong. She gently pulls his head out of the crook of her neck, meeting his eyes again. He looks panicked, but she thinks he’s overwhelmed more than anything.
“I love you so much, Chloe.” He says, conviction filling his voice.
“I love you too baby, everything’s okay.” Chloe keeps running her fingers through his hair, attempting to calm him down. “Everything’s okay baby.”
“Thank you, thank you,” he whispers, breathlessly. “Thank you.”
Chloe is confused at first, wondering why he could possibly be thanking her for having sex with him until she realizes why they were doing this all along. She has fulfilled his fantasy, or at least part of it, and the overwhelming feeling he might be experiencing is probably part of that.
“That was amazing Lucifer, I’m so glad I got to share that with you,” she whispers, and leans up to kiss him deeply, hoping to put every emotion she’s feeling toward him into that kiss.