A/N The evidence room scene... gets smutty. Just a warning.

The slightly polluted scent of the LA air had never smelled better to Lucifer. And when he walked far enough for his eyes to fall on Chloe some of his anger slipped away. She was thanking a few workmen who had finished filling in the hole where the tree had been before they moved on to have their memory modified by his sister.

He frowned when his eyes fell on his angelic sibling.

"That was very quick, Brother," Gabriel saw him first, drawing Chloe's attention to them immediately. "I thought-"

"You thought what?" snarled Lucifer immediately. "You part of the healing train too? Want me to get all fixed and angelafied again?" he snarled.

Chloe looked between the omnipotent siblings quickly, taking in Lucifer's obvious anger and Gabriel's obvious disappointment. "Lucifer-"

"I am who I am," Lucifer hissed lowly. "Accept that." He turned his gaze on Chloe, eyes softening straight away. "Has she finished 'helping'?" he asked her in a much gentler tone.

Chloe's eyes flickered between the two again. "Uh…yeah-"

"Then I'd say it's time you left," Lucifer cut in swiftly to Gabriel.

Gabriel sighed quietly. "I don't know what happened up there Luci, but-"

"But nothing," Lucifer snarled. "Are we finished here, Detective?" he added, looking straight at Chloe.

His gaze was intense as he captured Chloe's eyes. "Yeah," she muttered quickly. "I need to finish some paper work, that's all…"

"Let's go then," Lucifer said firmly, turning away and heading to the car without another glance at his sister.

Gabriel glanced at Chloe. "I'm sure you will be able to calm him down…" she said quietly. "I wonder what my brothers have done to upset him now…" she added with a sigh.

Chloe was wondering the same thing. "Thanks for your help here," she told her gratefully, not commenting on the rest.

"It was my responsibility to aid you," Gabriel said simply, before turning her sharp green gaze on Chloe. "Until next time, Detective," she added with a swift nod before she swept away, her robes flowing in the breeze behind her.

Lucifer didn't speak for the entire car ride and Chloe could feel him bristling with irritation beside her.

She waited patiently for him to calm down before broaching the topic of what happened and she did not drive them to the precinct, instead taking a detour to a bar downtown.

"This… isn't the precinct," Lucifer frowned.

"No I… thought you could use a drink first," Chloe muttered quickly.

Lucifer stared at her with a sort of sweet look of surprise.

"So…?" she gestured outside of the car and Lucifer finally smiled.

"Are you planning to have one too?" he grinned.

"One," she promised with a small smile. "We do have to work after."

"I can make do with that," Lucifer agreed, and he was still smiling, but there was tightness to his eyes.

A few drinks in on Lucifer's side finally brought out the truth of what had happened.

"I'm not broken," he declared suddenly, slamming his glass down on the bar. "Why do they think I need to be healed?" he continued demandingly, turning suddenly to face a very concerned Chloe. "Why do they think I want to be anything like them?"

Chloe sighed, finally picking up the shot she had been waiting to drink and downing it in one. "Lucifer, I think they think they're trying to help somehow."

"Trying to help…" Lucifer growled under his breath, casting an eye to the bartender before simply grabbing the entire bottle of whiskey from behind the bar and filling his glass up himself. "That's exactly the problem. That they think I need help at all. That was always their problem…" Lucifer continued in a low, angry tone. "They've always thought there's something wrong with me."

Chloe's gaze softened. "That's their loss," she said quietly. "But, the point is they're trying to come from a good place, even if they're wrong."

Lucifer gazed at his empty glass for a moment, not responding. Then, he lifted the bottle once more filling his glass and topping up Chloe's shot. Finally, he looked at her, and her eyes were already on him.

He glanced away, exhaling a short laugh. "Considering how incredibly young you are, you're annoyingly wise. Did you know that?"

Chloe chuckled, a relieved smile crossing her lips and she drank her second shot.

"Still," Lucifer continued dryly, "they're a bunch of assholes who try to call themselves my family when they can never accept who I am," he finished, now trying to top up Chloe's shot again, but she kept covering her glass to stop him. He huffed, grabbing another glass from behind the bar while the bartender dealt with a customer, and then he filled that one up, giving it to her with a look.

Chloe shook her head at him. "I know," she began quietly, ignoring the glass, "And it sucks, but sometimes family members want things for you that you don't want yourself," she sighed, watching Lucifer drink yet another glass of his whiskey. "Give them time and…They might, or might not understand one day. But, don't let it get to you," she continued firmly. "At the end of the day it doesn't matter what they think. Let them be stupid righteous angels while you're here living a much happier life with…" she looked away, her cheeks flushing slightly and she softly cleared her throat. "With me…" she finished quietly.

Lucifer looked at her for a moment, a warm glowing feeling expanding in his chest as his eyes swept over the soft blush in her cheeks to her shyly averted gaze. If there were a way to get his light back he was certain she'd be the only thing able to bring it out of him.

He pushed her new shot glass closer to her. "Drink to that?" he asked, and Chloe looked up hearing the much gentler, warm tone to his voice this time and she caught the smile on his lips.

She struggled to hold back her own smile. "We have to go back to work still," she chastised quietly.

"Just one more," Lucifer insisted, still smiling. "For all your wise words," he smirked. "Besides it's just paperwork. You can't deny how much more fun it would be tipsy."

Chloe sighed, "I'm not condoning your paperwork comment," she told him firmly, picking up her shot. "I will have one more, just for you though."

Lucifer smiled widely, picking up his glass again. "Wonderful. And Detective," he added, just before they drank. "Please feel free to call any of my siblings a stupid righteous angel more frequently."

Chloe laughed, joining him with his smile before they both finished their drinks, Lucifer's knee knocking into hers lightly as they set their empty glasses back down.

"You know…" Chloe murmured softly, looking down to the small contact between their legs, even such a light touch causing a flurry of tingles to shoot through her skin. "We do also have uhm… that stuff to check… in the uh… evidence room," she finished awkwardly.

Lucifer's smile couldn't have been larger as he grinned from ear to ear. "Darling you're right…" he crooned with a delightful purr to his voice. "What are we doing wasting time here?" he jumped off his stool suddenly, holding his hand out to her. "Work awaits!"

Before he could whisk her out of there however the bartender finally noticed the stolen bottle of whiskey he'd taken from behind the counter. "Hey!" he barked moving over to their side of the bar. "You can't do that!"

Lucifer rolled his eyes, pulling out his money clip, "Now, now calm down…" he crooned, tucking a few hundred dollar bills into the man's pocket with a devilish smirk. "Treat yourself to something nice," he winked. "I certainly am," he turned his gaze back on Chloe, eyeing her over with a lewd look in his eyes. "Come on, Darling…" he continued swiftly. "I want to ravish you among the contraband under the watchful eye of the LAPD," he smirked one last time before sweeping toward the exit.

Chloe choked on a mortified laugh, her head feeling a little dizzy after three successional shots. She glanced at the bartender, her cheeks a violent rouge. "He's… my boyfriend," she tried to explain, with a half-hearted shrug. "He can be… very inappropriate," she added with a tipsy sort of giggle. "You know, being the Devil and all…" she petered out, realising she was just making this worse before then quickly jumping up and hurrying quickly after Lucifer.

Lucifer's joyful buzz ended quite swiftly however when the 'paperwork' turned into an afternoon slog of work. Not to mention Ella's refusal to believe their story.

Lucifer sat impatiently on the other side of Chloe's desk merely watching as she argued with the forensic scientist.

"Why would someone do that?" Ella demanded suspiciously. "And how? There's no footage off any street cams of a truck carrying a giant jacaranda! How did they get it there? How did they make it look as though it was spurting from the ground?"

"I don't know, Ella!" Chloe sighed heavily, placing a finger to her temple. "All I can tell you is it didn't just sprout from the road. All the officers that were there can confirm it."

"Yeah, all the officers that seem oddly dazed and out of it. What's with that?" Ella pushed.

Lucifer groaned impatiently. "Ms Lopez," he sighed heavily, "What would you like our dear Detective to tell you? She's given you all the answers she can."

Ella turned her suspicious gaze on him. "That so, huh?" she quipped lightly. "And what's your explanation?"

"Mine?" Lucifer smiled brightly. "Oh simple really," he crooned, ignoring Chloe who was kicking him under the desk. "My brother Michael believes I killed our Father, thus making him run away from Heaven with a posse of angels leaving a breach in his wake that allowed some of our father's light to spew on earth creating a jacaranda and…" Lucifer paused, tapping his chin. "You know the fact that the tree ended up in LA makes me think that's where Michael must be too… that's mildly concerning…"

Lucifer frowned for a moment while both Chloe and Ella stared at him. Then he smiled charmingly. "I suppose it's sufficed to say you won't believe either of our stories," he added brightly. "So we may as well leave it at that," he finished.

Ella frowned between them feeling thoroughly left out.

"Ella, please ignore him," Chloe sighed. "Look, I'm sorry I don't have more to tell you. But, the tree was put there, ok?"

Ella exhaled slowly, "But you'll… keep looking into it right?" she asked slowly. "I mean it's still at least man slaughter. If not something more sinister."

"Yeah, of course Ella," Chloe insisted quickly. "But, we don't have any leads right now so… you know, just… maybe put your energy into something else right now."

Ella stared at her for a long moment, her eyes still narrowed. "Uhuh…" she murmured finally. "Sure…" and then she was walking off without another word.

"You shouldn't have said that," Lucifer said immediately. "Detective Decker telling her to basically give up on a case? Now she'll be certain we're hiding something."

Chloe swung round in her chair to glare at him. "Don't tell me what not to say!" she growled. "You're the one that needs to keep his mouth shut! And what was all that about Michael? You didn't tell me that!"

Lucifer shrugged, "It's just Michael."

Chloe bristled with frustration. "He's an archangel that thinks you killed God!"

"But I didn't," Lucifer pointed out annoyingly. "When he realises he's wrong he can't justifiably do anything; he's far too righteous for that."

Chloe shook her head angrily. "But, he doesn't think he's wrong. And this isn't the first time he's had it out for you."

Lucifer rolled his eyes, "Detective he's had it out for me since before I fell. Never gets him anywhere," he brushed off idly. "Now, are we finished here? The evidence room awaits."

"No, we're not finished here," Chloe snapped. "There's still tons of paperwork, I have to work out what to do about the press release on this and now I have to worry about the fact that your brother is raising an army against you!"

"Oh forget about all of that," sighed Lucifer heavily. "You need to learn how to be immortal better. Take advantage of the fun things we could be doing right now."

Chloe stared at him in furious disbelief before roughly grabbing one of the files from her desk and riffling through it. "If you think that's going to make me go to the evidence room with you right now, you've got another thing coming," she snapped madly, slamming the file back down.

"Oh, come on, Detective…" moaned Lucifer. "You're getting all riled up for no reason. Besides I can tell you want to. The tips of your ears are red, you keep flicking your hair around and most importantly your keeping those lovely legs of yours very tightly closed," he smirked in a most irritating way. "You want me, but you're annoyed about it. Makes it even more exciting."

"I don't care what you think my body is saying, Lucifer!" Chloe snapped after glaring at him for a long moment. "I'm saying no. Just… go home if you're not going to help; you're pissing me off."

Lucifer pouted in annoyed disappointment. "But, our deal-"

"The deal is going to have to wait!" snarled Chloe. "Until your face doesn't make me want to punch something."

Lucifer raised his eyebrows affrontingly. "Well that was just harsh, even for you," he told her waspishly.

Chloe gave him a piercing look, her eyes sharp.

"Fine," snapped Lucifer, standing up from her desk. "Be a spoiled sport. You should know the day will come when you realise I'm right. Considering I've already been alive for-"

"I know!" Chloe cut in furiously. "You've been alive forever! I don't care! And I don't want your immortality lessons! Ok? Go home!"

Lucifer looked at her for a moment, glaring nearly as much as she was. Finally, he straightened his suit before briskly strolling round her desk and out of the precinct without another word.

One hour later after a long, brisk walk and many cigarettes he was back, determined to resolve this.

He found Chloe entering the evidence room of all places and he smirked at the irony.

He watched her sign a form then walk in after a brief nod from the girl at the desk who was far more interested in her phone than anything else.

Lucifer followed; the girl either didn't care or notice, and in moments he was behind her in the room full of contraband and evidence.

"So, come here to have fun without me?" he spoke lowly after the door closed and Chloe jumped, dropping her plastic wrapped package and spinning round to glare at him.

"Back once the work is done. What a surprise," she snapped immediately.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes. "I didn't like leaving in a fight," he commented lightly. "I'll apologise if you apologise."

"I'm not apologising for anything," Chloe growled.

"You said my face made you want to punch something!" Lucifer declared in irritation.

"And it still does!"

"Really," Lucifer groused back. "Well you're looking at it right now. Punch something!"

Chloe glared at him for a moment. Then, quite suddenly, she hit him in the arm. Hard.

Lucifer stared at her, eyes wide. "…Ow," he said pointedly.

Chloe huffed, "You told me to do it," she told him snappily.

"Well I hope you feel better for it," Lucifer growled back.

"Much," Chloe narrowed her eyes.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps you should do it again, then."

"Ew. Don't try and make this some kind of angry sex thing," Chloe snarled.

"I'm not. You're the one who hit me."

"Because I'm mad at you! Not because I want to have sex with you!"

"Well you're the one who keeps bringing it up…"

Chloe growled in irritation, going to punch in him the arm again, but Lucifer caught her wrist.

Chloe stared at him, and he smirked slowly.

"Tell me you're not thinking about it then…" he crooned and the heat from his hold seeped through the material of Chloe's jacket right into her skin.

Her glare narrowed. "Let go."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to try and hit me again?"

"Can't make any promises."

Lucifer lowered her hand to her side, but kept a hold of it, moving much closer to her. "Then I won't let go."

"I have another hand you know," Chloe growled at him, ignoring the effect his proximity was having on her already riled up and frustrated body.

"And what are you going to do with it?" Lucifer asked her, his voice far too husky for this situation.

Chloe lifted her free hand to push against his chest in annoyance at him getting so into her personal space when she was so annoyed with him.

This wasn't the right move.

His chest was hard and taught, the heat seeping through his hand to her wrist nothing compared to what emanated beneath his suit shirt.

She paused, her hand lingering, while her breathing hitched a notch.

"Show me how mad you are, Love…" Lucifer growled quietly. "Let me make you feel better…"

Chloe huffed quietly and angrily. "You drive me insane. Do you realise that?"

Lucifer chuckled quietly, moving forward so that he urged her slowly back into a shelf behind them. He slid his knee between her thighs, feeling the heat between her legs and his heart picked up with excitement. "I really do, Darling…"

Chloe's heart was already beating too fast in her chest as she had lost control of this situation entirely. If only that fact didn't somehow arouse her further.

"I'm still annoyed with you," she growled between breaths.

"And I with you…" Lucifer agreed.

Chloe clenched her jaw. "For once, you need to shut up."

Lucifer smirked daringly. "Make me…"

"No," Chloe hissed. "I'm not about to give you exactly what you want."

Lucifer leaned closer, rubbing his leg that still sat snugly between hers against her warmth and her hips involuntarily shifted along his firm thigh. Lucifer smirked, his lips hovering inches above hers, his breath hot on her skin. "Then, I'll keep talking…"

Chloe's eyes narrowed, her hand running down his chest suddenly, drawing a quick intake of breath from Lucifer when she crossed over his belt and cupped him firmly on top of his pants.

She tried to ignore the hot jolt in her stomach at how ridiculously hard he was already, and the way he twitched into her touch, his hand tightening around her wrist, his whole body shifting closer. But, she could not; her own arousal burning tightly between her legs and she found herself thrusting her hips along his thigh again just as she brought her lips a hairsbreadth away from his.

Lucifer breathed shakily this time, wanton excitement setting his nerves alight. "Anyone could come in right now, Detective…" he whispered tauntingly against her lips. "Better get on with it…"

He felt her exhale raggedly against him, her hand tightening over his arousal and he growled low in his throat. "What do you need, Darling…" he whispered to her, his voice driving her crazy on so many different levels. "One last little push?" his dark voice turned to a purr, and this time his eyes lit up like embers in the dim light and Chloe's breath hitched, her stomach tightening and finally… she broke.

In the space of a moment, Chloe pushed him with a great deal of strength across the room and into the opposing wall. His back hit the plaster with a thud and small parcels of dust sprang from between the crevices, but before he had time to catch his breath, Chloe was upon him, heat, fervour and lust quick to overwhelm them both.

She kissed him. Finally, her tongue hot and urgent as she plundered his mouth and Lucifer groaned in approval, but he didn't hold back. His hand finally let go of her wrist so that he could give back to her everything she was giving to him.

Her fingers were at his belt, ripping it open while her teeth grazed Lucifer' bottom lip and her hand slipped beneath his pants, wrapping round his arousal without hesitation electing a wanton growl from his throat.

And Lucifer had very much lost control. He could barely concentrate on keeping his wings in tow. Her hand was stroking him with hard, purposeful movements, her tongue, lips and teeth attacking his mouth with such ferocity she was driving him to a state of complete, dizzying desire.

He growled against her, thrusting into her hand and kissing her back with another level of fervour, his tongue driving into her mouth, licking the back of her throat and causing her to gasp and shiver within his hold.

His eyes burned red with want and his deft, pianist fingers worked their way to her pants, popping open the button to her jeans and quickly undoing her zipper before sweeping one, long finger beneath her pants, dipping softly between her deliciously wet, heated folds.

Lucifer groaned out his response to her arousal, and he moved from her mouth, his teeth coming down to bite Chloe's skin where neck meets shoulder while he dragged his finger leisurely back up.

Chloe tried to hold back a moan, her hips instantly trying to rub closer into Lucifer's touch, and yet "I don't want foreplay," she hissed, tugging him harder and Lucifer growled with consent. He removed his hand only to grasp her waist, picking her up abruptly and sitting her on the desk lining the wall beside them whilst simultaneously shimmying her pants down past her knees.

Heat pounded through Chloe's veins, her arousal making her spread her legs temptingly, succeeding in driving blood to Lucifer's core.

And he didn't hesitate. He positioned himself perfectly before holding her at the hips and sliding with one thrust inside her.

Chloe gasped a strangled moan while Lucifer hissed as pleasure shot through his body. Their eyes snapped open at the same moment, their faces only inches from one another and they're gazes caught; Chloe's eyes piercing, Lucifer's dark and lustful. Then, he moved again, slowly but firmly and without breaking their gaze. And for a moment Chloe nearly forgot her anger at him when he looked at her like that. Almost. Then his hands ran down her thighs, pulling her knees up a little higher to shift the angle and he thrust his hips again. This time Chloe's eyes closed with the increased pleasure, her mouth falling open and she arched her back, raising herself even higher so that Lucifer had even better access as he continued this slow, deliberate torture.

Then, one of his devious hands slid between them, round Chloe's hip, over her pelvis and dipped down between her folds and Chloe cried out with want as Lucifer rubbed the tip of his finger over that delicate bundle of nerves that had been throbbing for his touch.

And he sped up, he couldn't help it; this woman the only woman able to drive him to such dizzying states of desire. She was the only being in existence that could ever make him this desperate this quickly. His finger continued to tease her. He rubbed, circled then dipped away causing sounds to fall from Chloe's lips that only served to light Lucifer's urgent desire further.

Chloe was gripping the back of his jacket, too far gone with blinded desire to care if anyone came in and she found herself pulling her hips up and pushing them hard in turn against Lucifer, her muscles clenching around him.

He growled, increasing the pressure beneath his fingers while his thrusts became more frenzied and Chloe whined in yearning against him, her whole body tensing as her stomach tightened, nerve endings building to a peak.

"Still mad at me, Darling?" Lucifer had the gall to whisper raggedly into her ear, his deft fingers keeping her in that desperate state right on the edge.

Chloe exhaled roughly, shifting her hips again drawing a pleased gasp from Lucifer's mouth instead. "Yes," she hissed, her cheek brushing Lucifer's stubbled jaw and her voice was too coated with desire to sound that angry.

The breath from Lucifer's dark chuckle brushed over the skin of her neck and she shivered.

"We'll see…" he crooned huskily, but his voice was racked with his own need, the slight shake to his breath betraying how close he was too.

Then he changed his movements, shifting his hips and plunging deeper, his fingers doing things that made Chloe's vision go white.

And finally he was hitting that spot, that perfect spot and Chloe could do nothing to stop herself and she cried out his name while pleasure shook through her body.

And she was loud. Too loud, but Lucifer loved it and his body surged as his own climax exploded through him and it took everything he had not to let his wings skyrocket violently from his back while nerves endings sent spasms of pleasure rippling through his body as he found complete release inside her.

Their breaths rocked their joined hips, their clothes a wrinkled mess on their bodies as they both struggled to come back to reality. Lucifer finally moved to pull out of her, his hands softly trailing up her to her waist while his whole body shuddered with an aftermath of pleasure at the motion.

Chloe slid off the desk, leaning against it instead, her breaths coming hard and fast. "Deal kept then," she muttered to him, her eyes still sharp and piercing.

Lucifer smirked, his breathing just as ragged while he pulled a silken black handkerchief from inside his jacket and held it out to her.

She raised her eyebrows. "You carry a handkerchief?"

"Every gentleman does," he told her simply, gesturing to it again. "Take it, Darling," he urged. "You know the truth about sex is it's messy. You'll be far more comfortable if you clean up a little."

Chloe stared at him, unsure whether to think that thoughtful, or if it were an act born out of lots of practise. She took it regardless, because either way he was right. She cleaned herself up while Lucifer did the same, both covering their dignity again with their pants back up.

"So… I was right," Lucifer murmured lowly, a smirk on his lips again. "You did want this."

Chloe narrowed her eyes immediately. "Don't push it," she warned.

"Are you going to apologise yet?" Lucifer continued without pause.

Chloe stared. "No!" she snapped. "I'm waiting for you to."

"Excuse me?" Lucifer spluttered. "I just proved to you how right I was that living in the moment is far superior to your human concerns over work and-"

"Out!" Chloe cut in, pointing to the door. "Get out, now."

"That is completely unfair!"

"No you don't hear yourself!" Chloe growled. "I am human. This is me. You can't make me live like you do just because I'm not… not mortal now!"

Lucifer huffed an exaggerated sigh. "I'm just trying to help you-"

"Well you're not!" Chloe cut in once more, her anger flaring through her eyes. "Just… go make sure there's no footage of what we just did," she added demandingly.

Lucifer frowned at her. "Well, regardless of footage I'm sure that girl outside is at least aware considering how loud you were."

Chloe looked positively scandalised, "I was not that loud!"

Lucifer smirked with annoying smugness. "Darling…" he set her nerves alight with irritation. "I was paying very close attention to you in that moment and my name was deliciously loud on your lips. Trust me."

Chloe couldn't stand it any longer. She pushed him out the door, slamming it behind him as she was unable to follow to face the mortification surely awaiting her outside.

Lucifer bristled in irritation, but he was immediately faced with the red faced woman at the desk outside.

He straightened his shirt as best he could, though he still looked a tussled mess. "This is what I get," he shrugged in annoyance, "for bringing her pleasure."

He moved forward, leaning over the desk to begin fiddling with the computer.

"H-hey, you… you can't-" the woman tried to stop him, but he'd deleted the footage in moments.

"Now," he looked at the girl with intensity, "I rather want a drink and don't feel like sticking around here. What's it going to take to stop you from talking, hmm? What is it you most desire?"

When Lucifer had finally brokered a deal to get the girl a date with some cop from another precinct he was out of there before the Detective herself had left the room.

He couldn't pretend not to be seriously irked. The entire situation was completely unfair. He was certain he'd done nothing wrong to receive such ire from her. All he'd tried to do was help her see how she should see the world.

He took himself home to Lux, sitting with a 'don't talk to me' vibe over his bar in the club downstairs, working his way through a bottle of whiskey when Dan of all people decided to show up.

"Not interested in babysitting you again," Lucifer snarled immediately.

Dan raised his eyebrows. "Wow, what's got you in a mood?"

Lucifer didn't answer. "Why are you here?" he demanded instead.

Dan hesitated, rather regretting his decision to come here. "Well I… wanted to talk to you about something, but… maybe another time."

"Or never, that's fine too," Lucifer griped.

Dan rolled his eyes. "Whatever…" he muttered. "Deal with your shit then," he went to turn away, but Lucifer stopped him abruptly.

"Wait," his voice was sharp. "I…" he huffed, downing his whiskey. "Sit down."

Dan frowned. "Why would I want to do that?"

"You can talk to me about your thing, if in exchange I could… ask your…" Lucifer paused, finding it difficult to say this word to Dan of all people. "…Advice…" he muttered finally.

Dan's eyebrows skyrocketed. "You want my advice?"

"Regarding the Detective," Lucifer retorted gruffly. "And only because you were married to her, so you're the only person who possibly knows how to… appease her."

Dan chortled with amusement, taking a seat on the bar stool beside Lucifer. "So what did you do?" he teased.

"It's not my fault," he snapped instantly, before gesturing to Patrick for more drinks and thrusting one to Dan. "She's being completely unreasonable."

Dan couldn't hold back a laugh. "Uhuh, well first tip: she's not the unreasonable one. Doesn't matter what you might think."

"That is stupid advice," Lucifer frowned. "She is unreasonable. I'm just trying to help. Then she kicks me out, I come back, we have sex and she definitely loved it so all should be fine… then she kicks me out again!"

Dan blanched. "Ergh… that is too much information…" he muttered. "And… I thought she was at work anyway, when did this happen?"

"At work, Dan, keep up," Lucifer waved a hand dismissively.

"At work?!"

"Yes, anyway. How do I make her stop being angry with me? I honestly thought the sex would work."

Dan shook his head, downing his drink and reaching for another shot. "How were you trying to help her exactly?" he muttered, trying to think too hard on where they had sex at the precinct.

"Showing her how she should be living now that she's immortal," Lucifer explained with ease.

Dan nearly slapped his hand to his forehead. "Wow…"

"No, not wow," Lucifer missed the sarcasm. "Because she gets furious about it."

"Dude, you can't tell her how she should be living," Dan shook his head at him, taking another drink. "She's probably struggling enough as it is to come to terms with the whole Saint thing. She's probably scared how it will affect Trixie and she wouldn't need you telling her she's doing it all wrong."

Lucifer stared at Dan for a long moment before looking back to his drink with a gruff sigh, muttering under his breath. Dan was reasonably sure he heard the words 'annoying humans' among his string of muttering.

"So you're saying don't give advice?" Lucifer grouched finally.

"Well, unless she asks for it, no," Dan appeased, actually trying his hardest not to laugh over this situation simply because of what he wanted to ask Lucifer about. "And especially not if she's already annoyed."

Lucifer huffed again, feeling very frustrated. "Right…" he muttered in irritation. "Did she ever kick you out?"

Dan looked away this time, topping up his drink slowly before he replied. "Just the once…" he said quietly. "Difference is she didn't let me back in."

Lucifer's heart dropped to his stomach and he froze. "Are you saying… has she… will she not let me back?" he spluttered far too quickly.

Dan sighed heavily. "No, dude, geez," he shook his head. "You and her are completely different to what she and I were like. OK? You just had a fight; you didn't break up. You've always been the person most able to get on her nerves. But you're also the person she always lets back in."

Lucifer visibly relaxed, glancing uneasily at Dan. "Is this… hard for you to talk about?" he asked slowly.

"Yeah, kinda…" Dan muttered. "But, what I want to ask you is gonna be hard for you to talk about so… fair game."

Lucifer looked apprehensive. "Wonderful…" he muttered.

Dan sighed a slight laugh. "Look, dude just… suck up your pride, apologise and learn for next time what not to do."

"I feel like that's a lot easier said than done…"

Dan smirked. "Yeah, but… that's relationships for you, buddy," he clapped Lucifer on the back. "Welcome to the club."

Lucifer frowned at his glass. "Do you think I can be… a 'good' boyfriend?"

Dan looked uncomfortable. "This is getting weird, man…"

Lucifer sighed, "Fine. Your thing now…"

Dan stared, not quite ready and he grabbed another drink. "Maybe a few more of these first…" he muttered quickly.

Lucifer went to roll his eyes, but his gaze caught on someone very out of place walking across his club toward them.

"Oh for…" he turned back to Dan. "Whatever happens, pretend there is no one there, ignore anything the weirdo with long brown hair tries to say-"

"Lucifer."

"Wow," Lucifer kept taking to Dan who was staring at him, unsure as to whether he should be alarmed or not. "He remembered my name this time," he told the Detective. "Still ignore him. He has no business being here," he added quite firmly, his eyes hard as he determinedly held Dan's increasingly panicked gaze.

Raphael sighed. "Brother, we got off on the wrong foot. I'm here to apologise."

Dan raised his eyebrows, but Lucifer still did not acknowledge him. "Not in the mood for apologies," he brushed off vaguely. "Now, Dan… go on, you were saying…"

"Dude…" Dan hissed lowly, eyeing over the man in a mismatched brown and grey suit with a green bowtie. "You can't just ignore him… he's standing right there."

"I thought I was doing so just fine?" Lucifer said lightly. "Besides I can't socialise with that… look what he's wearing. Honestly… why am I the only one with fashion sense in the family?"

But then, Raphael stopped any further comment by reaching swiftly between them, grabbing Lucifer's bottle of whiskey and gulping down several shots worth of liquid.

He gasped, thrusting the bottle back down, surprising the two by not choking and he looked earnestly at Lucifer. "I am here to abide by your terms, little brother," he said a little hoarsely. "If you will only hear me out."

Lucifer stared with wide eyes before finally he found his words. "Well… I can't say I was expecting that," an amused smile finally crossed his lips. "What do you mean by my terms?"

Raphael sighed with slight relief, glad to have succeeded in getting his attention. "I'm sorry for ambushing you in Heaven," he began. "I wish to talk to you, and I am happy to do it your way. Whatever that takes."

Lucifer's eyes twinkled mischievously. "This doesn't sound like something Amenadiel would put you up to…"

Raphael gave him a look. "That's because he didn't. I am here of my own volition, Sa-Lucifer," he corrected very quickly.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes. "Close one," he mused. "So what… you're saying whatever debauchery I might want to see you get up to you'll do just to talk with me?"

Raphael looked hesitant. "Well… if it doesn't compromise my morals then… yes, I am willing."

Lucifer smirked widely. "Interesting…" he mused, turning to Dan. "What do you think, Daniel?" he crooned. "Yay or nay to the little angel wanting to dip his feet in the Devil's water?"

Dan looked completely bamboozled. "I… uh… don't care?"

"Well you have his approval," Lucifer grinned wickedly. "Very well, Raphael… congratulations, I will allow you to drink with us," he crooned. "However for whatever you ask me I reserve the right to say no if it 'compromises my morals'."

Raphael inclined his head with a sigh. "Alright…" he muttered. "How much of this fiery substance must I drink?"

Lucifer laughed, pouring Raphael a large glass of straight whiskey. "When we run out down here… we'll take it upstairs…"

He then thrust another drink to Dan and the Detective stared in concern, wondering exactly what he'd just gotten himself into.

Several hours later, Dan was slouched over the bar while Lucifer and Raphael were drinking by the bottle.

Raphael consistently tried to bring up 'touchy' topics with Lucifer, while he continuously poured more alcohol down his brother's throat each time he tried until finally…

"Everything is spinning…" Raphael seemed very concerned, perched perilously on his stool.

"Keep drinking!" Lucifer insisted, shoving a fresh bottle of whiskey into Raphael's hand and opening one for himself.

"S'how is it… that chour'not… more dead?" Dan slurred, leaning up off the bar.

"Supernatural metabolism!" Lucifer declared a little sloppily. "But we can beat it! We just have to… keep drinking…" he gulped down more whiskey, encouraging Raphael to do the same.

"Lucifer…" Raphael tripped over his tongue. "Perhaps we could talk now-"

"Brother!" Lucifer interrupted him immediately. "Which human appeals to you?" he gestured vaguely to his entire club of people.

Raphael frowned at him. "Why does that matter?" he seemed quite concerned.

"This is my night, bro," Lucifer crooned. "You want to make amends; you have to go along with whatever little Lucifer says."

Raphael sighed roughly, his eyes sweeping over the room. "For someone who refused to love humans you sure do enjoy their company now…" he murmured and Dan laughed messily.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes. "Careful…" he warned lowly.

Raphael threw him a look. "I am one of the angels who believes you are not inherently evil," he told him simply. "So don't think you can frighten me," he added with grace. "Though, if you've noticed I am trying not to touch on delicate subject matter until you are ready, brother."

Lucifer shook his head with a roll of his eyes. "Drink," he pushed the bottle in Raphael's hand toward his lips. "And pick."

Raphael smiled graciously, still swaying on his stool. Then, "That one…" he prodded Dan in the chest.

"What?!" Dan yelped helplessly.

Lucifer nearly fell off his stool with his laughter. He patted Dan on the head, "Not this one, brother…" he muttered in amusement. "Try again."

Raphael seemed unruffled, looking around the room then he pointed to another.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, but he smirked in approval. "He's not bad," he agreed. "Not sure he'll be interested though," he added as said man in question began making out with the blonde woman he was dancing with. "Who else?"

Raphael sighed as though this was a great deal of effort. "That one?" he sounded uncertain, pointing to another man.

Lucifer's smirk grew. "And another?"

He pointed to another handsome fellow.

"So…" Lucifer's voice was very curious. "None of the… women around appeal to you?"

Raphael frowned, "They're lovely," he frowned at his brother. "But, I thought you wished me to choose based on my own sexual desire?"

Lucifer laughed slightly, "I certainly do," he said approvingly. "I just didn't realise you were a man's man," he shrugged lightly. "Right well… let's find you your very own Romeo," he crooned, standing up and pulling Raphael with him.

His brother shook him off him. "I don't need your help, little brother…" he stumbled from the stool. "I have done this before, you know…"

Lucifer stared in surprise, looking from his brothers back to Dan's drunken face. "It's always the quiet ones…" he muttered in rather proud disbelief.

"But first…" Raphael turned to face Lucifer. "Brother, please let us-"

"No, no, no," Lucifer pushed him away toward the dance floor. "Go play first, Bro…" he crooned. "Talk later…" he smirked as Raphael begrudgingly walked away. "Maybe…"

"Luc…ifer…" Dan slurred beside him. "Dyu think… your mum liked me back?"

Lucifer stared, very slowly tipping his bottle of whiskey back to his mouth and taking a long drink. "Is this the… 'touchy' subject you wanted to talk to me about?"

Dan nodded sloppily. "I liked her man…" he moaned. "I've been trying to pretend like I didn't but I did and what does that mean? She's… she's a goddess!"

Lucifer finished the bottle. "You know I think Raphael needed to talk to me… I'm just going to-"

"Hey we made a deal!" Dan grabbed him, nearly falling off his chair as he did so.

"Agh. Sort of," Lucifer shook him off. "Fine…" he muttered with distaste, leaning over the bar for as much alcohol as he could reach. "You were her favourite human, there. That better?"

"No…" Dan moaned. "What's that mean?"

"I don't know," Lucifer sounded terribly uncomfortable. "I've never understood her, Daniel. Put it this way… you dodged a bullet now she's gone. Ok?"

Dan slouched over the bar. "My advice for you was much better…"

"Well Chloe's not an insane goddess," Lucifer frowned.

Dan sighed woefully. "Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if you'd never come into our lives…" he muttered.

Lucifer frowned seriously this time, "Is that so?" he asked lowly.

"Oh, sorry man I don't mean it like that…" Dan muttered quickly. "Like… you know, I like you now but… you know… you're… well, you…"

Lucifer shrugged, "You've already told me this before," he told him lightly. "When you tried to kill me. Though, you wouldn't remember. You also realised none of what happened in your life was my fault. You fucked it all up before I even got there."

Dan stared at him. "Wh-what?"

Lucifer smirked. "You wouldn't remember. Divine blade, etcetera…" he explained vaguely.

Dan shook his head in disbelief. "I don't even…" he downed his drink.

"Yeah, best not to think about it," Lucifer agreed. Just at that moment, Raphael came stumbling back over with a man in tow, two women behind him.

"I have a companion," he grinned, then leant in to Lucifer, leaning up to his ear as he gestured to the women. "These ones are rather desperate for you… truly, I couldn't shake them," he whispered.

Lucifer exhaled roughly before plastering a charming smile on his face and pulling Dan from his chair. "Ladies, meet Daniel… he's a Detective, dashing… I suppose, and uh…" he shook Dan slightly, "Are you good sex, Daniel?" he inquired. "I haven't had the heart to ask Chloe. You can't compare to me, but you could be alright?"

Dan gave him an irritated look. "I'm not looking to hook up," he snapped, pulling himself out of Lucifer's hold.

"Well neither am I," Lucifer growled back. "Except for with Chloe, obviously. Help me out here!"

"Just tell them no!"

"It's a lot harder than that when it's me," sighed Lucifer, but he turned back to the women. "Ladies…" he grinned rather wickedly. "He's feeling a little sorry for himself… why don't you cheer him up!"

He pushed Dan toward them despite the man's protests. He watched them drag Dan with them and his eyes swept over the packed bar as a wave of loneliness hit him. He then turned suddenly to head for his elevator, feeling rather over the whole 'club' vibe. Raphael tried to stop him this time, despite the man who was kissing down his jaw.

"Lucifer, can't we-"

"Play with your human, Raphael…" Lucifer waved a hand dismissively. "Find a few more. Do some drugs. You're supposed to be doing the Devil for Dad's sake…so far you're failing…"

And without hesitation, he finally escaped into the lift, feeling immensely relieved when the doors shut to silence around him.

He stumbled out of the elevator and over to his bar, leaning against it heavily, head spinning while his thoughts travelled to Chloe and he pondered how nice it would be to crawl into bed with her right now. How nice it would be if his home… were her home…

His heart ached slightly as he continued to pine for her company and quite suddenly he found himself dialing her number on his phone.

She answered, but not after several rings.

"Detective!" Lucifer grinned sloppily, his state of inebriation clear over the phone line.

He heard Chloe sigh on the other end. "Lucifer it's 3am…" she told him, her voice coated with sleep and a touch of irritation.

"I know, I know…" Lucifer muttered quickly. "I… I'm sorry, but you did answer. Does that mean… you're not so mad now?"

There was a pause. Then, "What… are you apologising for exactly?" Chloe specified.

"Everything," Lucifer said straight away, dragging his palm over his stubble. "Nearly everything. Not the sex, that was great."

He smiled slightly when he was sure he heard a slight chuckle that Chloe tried to hide. "Really?" she said quietly. "Because you sound very drunk. Did you drink the entire bar?" it may have sounded like a joke, but she was completely serious in her question.

Lucifer's messy laughter echoed through the line. "You're funny…" he told her, bringing a finger up to physically tap the phone as if he were bopping her nose.

Chloe shook her head, rolling over on her pillow slightly, still holding her phone to her ear. "You realise this is called 'drunk dialling'…"

Lucifer's chuckling sounded through the phone again. "S'another first…"

Chloe couldn't hold back a small smile this time. Then, "I'm sorry too…" she muttered finally after another pause. She'd felt bad for how mad she'd gotten all afternoon, but was too proud to say anything. Now it seemed so silly and hearing his voice all she wanted was for him to be there with her. "But, I stand by what I said about the immortal thing."

"I know, I won't… tell you how to be immortal…" Lucifer stumbled quickly. "No advice unless you want it," he smiled proudly.

Chloe raised her eyebrows on the other end wondering who he had been talking to before releasing a small laugh. "Anyway I'm sorry for getting so mad…" she continued. "You just have a knack for riling me up."

Lucifer laughed again, "My speciality..." he murmured and Chloe shook her head, smiling into her pillow.

"Miss you…" Lucifer's next softly slurred words were so quiet Chloe nearly missed them.

Nearly.

She sat up slightly, leaning on her elbow, her heart giving a warm little thump in her chest. "Pardon?" she whispered back through her phone.

"I miss you…" Lucifer wasn't quiet this time; in fact his words were almost forceful. "Why don't we live together?" he continued frowning as he looked around his penthouse that had never felt emptier. "I want to. Dyu want to?"

Chloe fell back against her pillow again, her smile a little too large. "That's what you want is it?" she asked quietly, the warm tone to her voice not hidden. "Don't forget my package comes with a nine year old."

"Ten soon…" Lucifer slurred back.

Chloe's eyebrows shot up her forehead, her smile growing. "You remembered that?"

"S'hard to forget…" Lucifer mumbled. "She tells me…every day…"

Chloe laughed quietly, this smile a permanent fixture on her face now.

"So…isat… a yes?"

"I think you've had too much to drink to be talking about this right now," Chloe told him warmly. "How about we talk about it when you're sober?"

Lucifer didn't respond. Instead he made a sound that almost sounded like a 'hurumph' to Chloe.

"…Lucifer?"

"You don't want to…"

Chloe frowned immediately. "That's not what I said," she told him firmly. "I-"

"Well if you wanted to you'd… just say yes," Lucifer interrupted, still fumbling slightly over his words.

"Lucifer," Chloe said rather firmly. "I do want to, actually. But, it's not as easy as that. I have a child to think about. OK? Let's talk about this tomorrow."

"Tis…tomorrow…"

Chloe rolled her eyes. "When it's daylight. And you're sober."

She heard Lucifer sigh woefully and she shook her head still smiling. "I'm going to go back to sleep now…" she told him softly.

"Dream m'bout me?" Lucifer insisted quickly.

Chloe laughed quietly into the phone. "Sure…" she agreed warmly. "Goodnight, Lucifer…" she added softly. "And… I miss you too."

Lucifer smiled widely. "Really?" he sounded far too pleased with that. "Even though you keep kicking me out?"

Chloe pressed her face into her pillow, trying not to laugh again. "Yeah, even so…" she told him.

Lucifer was grinning; that silly warm feeling dancing about in his chest while his heart ached at the thought of Chloe hanging up the phone just yet.

"Dyu ever worry bout… your sanity?" he asked abruptly, trying to hold her on the line.

Chloe frowned this time, shaking her head, "Should I?" she murmured back.

"Well probably… cause, I mean… you love the Devil…"

Chloe rolled her eyes. "Goodnight, Lucifer," she told him firmly, but he caught her small chuckle. "Go let that supernatural metabolism metabolise…"

"No, no, no wait…" Lucifer slurred quickly. "I want to… sing you something… s'perfect for us…listen, listen, listen…"

He put the phone on speaker and Chloe's lips twisted around another smile as she heard him stumbling, then a few broken notes of the piano sounded as he made it onto his stool, phone beside him. He tried to start playing, swearing a few times before his drunken fingers got the hang of it.

Chloe recognised the song immediately; John Legend's 'All of Me' and she was smiling before he drunkenly sang the first line.

"What would I do without your smart mouth…"

Chloe laughed and she heard Lucifer do the same.

"Drawing me in and you kicking me out…"

Even drunk, his voice was incredible.

"That's you… all the time…" Lucifer added quickly between the lyrics, his fingers still playing the notes.

"You got my head spinning… no kidding, I can't pin you down…"

Chloe laughed again, "Really?" she chuckled through the line and she could hear the smile in Lucifer's voice as he continued.

"What's going on in that beautiful mind? I'm on your magical mystery ride… And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright…"

"You're insane," Chloe chuckled, but her voice only held warmth for him.

"No, no… that's my line…" Lucifer told her between his lyrics once more. "My head's under water, but I'm breathing fine… You're crazy and I'm out of my mind…" Chloe couldn't help but be impressed by his voice, closing her eyes this time as she listened to him sing to her with a smile on her lips. "Cause all of me… loves all of you… love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect in perfections…Give your all to me… I'll give my all to you… You're my end and my beginning. Even when I lose, I'm winning…Cause I give you all of me… And you give me all of you…"

Chloe was smiling softly, eyes still closed as Lucifer kept singing, his words drifting soothingly through the line, sending warmth fluttering through her body and dancing over her skin. She was hardly aware as she started drifting off, the sounds of his voice lulling her softly back into sleep.

Then Lucifer finished, the last notes fading away as he was beginning to feel less and less drunk the more time passed without a drink in his hand. He could hear soft, gentle breathing on the end of the line and he smiled.

"Goodnight, Chloe…" he whispered quietly. He heard a barely conscious muffled noise in return and he chuckled softly. "Sweet dreams…" he murmured before finally, slowly hanging up the phone to let her sleep.

"Well that was cute," Raphael's still very slurred voice sounded behind him.

Lucifer spun around, "I thought you were having sex?!" he demanded, irritated by the blood that rushed up his neck at being caught as being 'cute'.

Raphael stumbled forward, falling onto the stool beside Lucifer. "Dyu forgive me yet… brother?" he stumbled, leaning heavily into Lucifer's side. "Lucifer…" he added pointedly. "Not the 'S' word…"

Lucifer sighed heavily. "Raphael…" he muttered, and he was unsure if he wanted his head to be clearing, or if he wanted to drink more so that it didn't. "Why do you want my forgiveness so much? Why now? You… well you had eternities to do so."

Raphael fell forward on his arms, landing on the keys with an awful clanging sound of flats and sharps. "Coward…" Lucifer heard him mutter.

"Pardon?" he frowned at his brother's head.

Raphael turned to look up at him. "I was a coward," he said firmly. "I thought Father was too wrathful in his actions… I said nothing. Did nothing. Never replied when you prayed… never… I'm sorry, brother… but, my excuse is that I feared Father would condemn me also."

Lucifer sighed again, his brow pinched. "Well at least you admit it…" he muttered dully.

"Tell me honestly, Brother…" Raphael continued quietly. "Is there truly no part of you that wants your light back?"

Lucifer sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't know…" he muttered after a long while.

Raphael nodded slowly, but that answer seemed to satisfy him. "Look I know better than to push you," he said with a touch of amusement to his voice. "But…will you think about it?"

Lucifer glanced at him, feeling uneasy before he had to look away, his eyes drifting past his floor to ceiling glass to the LA skyline outside. His eyes lingered on the few twinkling stars he could see in the dark sky, Chloe still the top priority on his mind.

Then,

"I'll…" he began, and he still sounded very unsure. "I'll think about it…" he agreed finally, setting nothing in stone.

And for now, Raphael decided, that was enough.

A/N Crazy long chapter! Hope you guys are still enjoying, I really appreciate the feedback!

Also... WHO ELSE IS CRAZY EXCITED FOR THE NEXT EPISODE? Supposed to be like the best Deckerstar ep ever. I'm going crazy. Actually cannot wait, it's impossible.