A/N: Hello, there, readers. I am so glad to see that there are a few favs and follows. I really appreciate that. I do hope that you will leave me a review this time! I love feedback and I LOVE prompts! Please, leave me something, help a girl out! Haha. Also, I am among the few that truly think a nasty, dirty-boy Lucifer would be the best kind for smut. What do you think? :P I hope you like this little conclusion. I wasn't sure if I was going to add on to the previous part, but I felt that this might be a better way to finish.

The first rays of light poured through the large windows from his bedroom, turning the shiny, black surface of the piano into a golden reflection. After she had left, he walked back into the open space of his penthouse, taking a seat at his second favorite spot. He hadn't left the bench, hadn't played any songs; he had only lifted the lid covering the black and white keys, only allowing his fingertips to dance across the top. Why did she say that? He kept replaying the short period of time she had been with him in his head. While he had been drinking, heavily, his actions were not due to alcohol. She hadn't been drinking, so she had willingly initiated everything with a clear head.

He closed his eyes and let his mind reminisce on the way her fingers had frantically worked to undo his belt, how she bit her lip unconsciously as she popped open the button of his trousers, pulling the zipper down with force. He remembered how soft her skin was as he hurriedly pulled her jeans down just enough to provide access. He groaned while remembering how hot and slick she was as he entered her, making it so easy to bury himself inside of her to the hilt. His hands were in fists as he recalled the few quick thrusts he managed to make before she said it. "Just punish me."

Those three words brought him back down from his impassioned high as if he had been punched in the chest. Was that what had happened? Had he intended to punish The Detective because of how he felt? Was he taking out all of his frustration and pain on her? Is that what she wanted him to do? Although those words had hurt him deeply, he had detected the need in her voice, the desire for him to keep going. Hell, he had wanted nothing more than to continue thrusting into her until they were both weak from ecstasy. Ecstasy, not punishment.

Pulling himself out of his own thoughts, he ran a shaking hand through his already mused hair. He was mad at himself. He let himself get carried away in his feelings, the wrong kind of feelings. He let his anger and pain come between the long awaited physical connection with Chloe. Apparently, so did she. He remembers the way her eyes welled with unshed tears as she stared into his broken soul. Why hadn't he stopped her? He knew why. It was to feel something other than everything else. To forget about killing Uriel, to forget why he had to do it. He had to save her, and in doing so, he lost a piece of himself, a small part of what made him good. He did it so that he could have a chance with her. To finally understand what it meant to care for something more than yourself.

Lucifer stood from the bench, leaning against the piano on long, tired arms. He traumatized himself for a chance at actual happiness, and he blew it last night. He had never felt hatred this kind of hatred towards himself. Self-deprecation, sure, but never pure hate. He slammed a fist down, careful to not break the instrument beneath his hands. He had to fix it, or he would never be able to forgive himself. He feared allowing this to haunt him. Taking a deep breath, he frantically patted down his body, hoping to find his keys somewhere on his person. The slight jingle coming from his right thigh increased the anxiety he was feeling as he walked towards the elevator. He stepped into the small confines with determination set in his jaw.

Chloe sat on her couch, the few hours of sleep she managed to get gave her enough energy to consider the night before. Once she had returned home, she had immediately showered, confused and ashamed of herself, trying to scrub away any evidence of him. Why did she do that? She couldn't even answer her own question. She had gone over there with every intention to talk. To see what was bothering him, what had caused him to just stand there, begging for death. That wasn't him. The man she knew was way too self-appreciating to ever wish to die. Something had been off that entire day. He had been a complete mess, wearing days-old clothes, hair untouched, stubble days older than usual, and his eyes, red-rimmed from lack of sleep and from hurt. She could see it in his dark eyes, the pain and anguish he was in. He tried to numb himself with booze and shameless flirting, but she could see it plain as day.

It hurt her to know he didn't trust her enough to talk to her. They were supposed to be partners, they put their lives in each other's hands every day they worked together, but he couldn't share what had caused him so much suffering. Watching him, asking to be shot, had been one of the scariest things she had ever seen. He stood there, in the open, glass flying around him, and he never even flinched. That's how she knew he was serious. He didn't even seem to care that she would have to watch him die. That had hurt, knowing he didn't care that he would hurt her in the process.

Going over to his place had been a hurried decision, but she knew she had to try to do something. You would have to be evil to not try and help someone in that much pain. While she hated to admit, Lucifer wore completely broken so well. She was guilty that she could still be turned on by just looking at him, disheveled and messy. When he had stalked towards her, forcing her back against a wall, she had tried to dampen the fire beginning to burn between her legs, but it was so hard with him right there, looming over her with such intense eyes. She remembered how the heat from his body had radiated into her, how the slight puffs of air from his breathing tickled her cheek. She remembered the surprise she felt as her body betrayed her and reached out to him, grabbing at his belt like a starved woman. She remembered feeling the strength of his grip as he had forced her to turn, pressing her face into the cool stone. She remembered the amazing burn of him stretching her as he entered, the way his breath caught at the top once he was fully sheathed. But she also remembered his sudden stop, the way she instantly felt a chill as he pulled away from her.

Why did she say that? Her own words were haunting her. Why would she say what she did? Was it because their actions were so callous, so desperate? Everything was quick and hard, she could feel his pain as his thrust himself inside with a force she had never felt. It would be a lie if she said that she didn't love the pressure it caused. She had wanted him to release his frustration, release his pain, even if that meant releasing it into her. She wanted every inch of that delicious rage she felt as his hand pressed her head into the wall. Once she had said it, however, just punish me, he had immediately stopped. She couldn't even look at him because she was so ashamed. She regretted remaining frozen as he had apologized and retreated into the shadows of his penthouse.

She hadn't even realized how hard she had been squeezing her legs together before a loud knock on her door tore her from her thoughts. Confused, she stood, adjusting the baggy shirt and too-short pajama shorts before walking towards the door. There was another loud knock. It was too early for any decent person to be knocking on her door, so she cautiously approached, wishing she had left her side-arm out. Reaching out, she slowly opened the door, peaking through the crack at the tall figure standing, poised to knock again.

She looked at him for a moment, her lips parting slightly as his eyes met hers. She opened the door a little more, noticing that he was still in the same suit, hair still a mess, and eyes more red, indicating he had not slept at all. He was absolutely stunning, standing there with the light from the sun shining behind him. She could see that some of the pain from the day before was gone, instead and was replaced by determination.

"Lucifer, I-," she started, unable to find the words she was looking for. She hadn't expected to see him so soon. She had hoped that he would have continued his excessive drinking and forgotten about her stupidity between the thighs of some Brittany.

"No," he interrupted, holding out a hand, the other twitched nervously by his side. "I need to fix this," he finished, reaching out to grab the side of her face before pressing his lips onto hers. He stepped through the threshold, slamming the door shut behind him. Chloe pressed her hands onto his chest, about to push him away until his tongue swiped at her lips. A small whimper parted her lips and he took advantage of the opening, plunging his tongue into her mouth, stroking hers delicately. She moved her hands to the lapels of his shirt, pulling at the material, forcing his body down closer to her own.

She felt his large hands press into the small of her back, grabbing her hips firmly. A deep moan escaped him as he felt her roll her hips into his touch, relishing in the feel of her body under his hands. They slowly made their way farther into her house, never allowing their mouths to part for too long. Eventually they made it into her kitchen, where Lucifer lifted her up, sitting her onto a counter, moving his kiss from her mouth to her jaw, gently biting at the thin skin. Chloe moaned, pulling him into the space between her thighs with her heels, resting her feet on his lower back. Lucifer continued kissing down her neck, making his way back up to nibble at her ear. Chloe threw her head back, giving him better access to the over-sensitive skin as he slid his hands beneath her shirt, grabbing her breasts with both of his strong hands, kneading the soft mounds relentlessly. The feel of her hardened nipples tickling his palm sent a jolt of desire down his body, growling at the sounds she made from his firm touch. Chloe grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking him back up to her mouth, teasing his bottom lip between her teeth before moving to suck at his pulse-point.

She ran her tongue up from his neck to his ear, gently licking along the shell, loving the way she felt his body shudder in response. He pulled her closer against him, pressing the evidence of his arousal into the spot she wanted him most. The small shorts were nothing but insignificant obstacle to the feel of him hard against her. He grabbed a fist of her hair, holding her back as he pulled the front of her baggy shirt down, exposing a breast. She watched as his eyes grew even hungrier, groaning at the soft skin as he bent down and sucked her nipple into his mouth, biting down with just enough force to stir-up excitement deep in her stomach. She arched into his mouth, still tugging at his dark hair, noticing his moans every time she pulled at the tresses hard.

It was all everything she had expected, yet, nothing that she had expected. She knew sleeping with him would have to be intense. They had way too much sexual tension for it not to be, but she had no idea it would be this frantic, or this powerful. Neither seemed to care to increase the amount of foreplay, they were both more eager to feel each other again, this time properly. Lucifer released his fingers from her hair, running them down her body as he rested on top of her center, feeling her heath through the thin material. She gasped, pulling at his face to rest her forehead against his own. They could hear each other's ragged breathing and nothing else. She had never been happier to have had Trixie stay the night with Dan before.

He circled her clit through her shorts expertly with his thumb, a slight grin spreading across his swollen lips as she shuddered into his arms. He needed more, so he pushed the small scrap of fabric blocking his touch to the side, instantly feeling her wetness as his fingers easily slid through her folds. He made a noise somewhere between a growl and a deep moan, the sexiest sound she had probably every heard, before removing his hand, using the one he touched her with to undo his pants, his other moving from her breast to the back of her neck, holding her in place. She held his gaze, biting her lip in anticipation, waiting for him to release himself from his confines, ready for him to plunge into her. Both of her hands found their way onto the back of his head, tugging and scratching at his hair and scalp and it wasn't until she felt himself line-up against her and press into her, at an agonizingly delicious speed, that she had to hold on to him for support.

They moaned in unison, just as they had a few hours ago at his place. This time, it was right, it was, somehow even better. Her inner walls squeezed around him as she brought her legs up higher, her knees pressing into his sides, just below his arms. One hand remaining on the back of her neck, his other arm reached down to wrap around her bent leg, fingers pressing firmly into the top of her thigh. They were both so wound up from the night that neither thought they would last much longer. He would have plenty of time to show her exactly what he could do at another time. Now, he just needed release, just as much as she needed it.

He continued to thrust into her, increasing his force and depth, enjoying the noises escaping her lips through clenched teeth. She could feel the blissful flutters of her muscled walls pulse around his cock. She was so close, the spot inside of her delectably brushed with every movement of his working hips. She started her own rolling movements, providing welcomed friction on her clit. Lucifer felt her start to tighten around him, debating whether to kiss her or to watch her through her imminent orgasm. He decided on the latter, taking his hand off of her leg, placing his palm on her cheek, his thumb tracing along her plump lower lip.

"Oh fuck," she managed to whisper, pulling him impossibly close with her legs, moving her mouth to capture his thumb between her teeth, running her tongue along the pad. He was watching her, his eyes black with desire and lust. She knew he was waiting for her to fall over the edge, studying every minute detail of her as if to lock it in his memory.

"That's it," he groaned, pressing his thumb against her tongue. "Cum for me, Chloe". With that she fell. She fell harder than she ever had before. Her vision exploded, but she left her eyes open, her view returning to Lucifer's face, his jaw slack and his eyes needy. Her entire body trembled as her walls contracted around his length, pulling him closer and closer to the edge, as well.

"Oh my G-," she started, only managing to pronounce the G before Lucifer's hand covered her entire mouth, the other gently pressing her back down onto the counter. She reminded herself to thank him for never missing a beat with his persistent thrusts. Leaving his hand on her mouth, he quickened his pace, allowing himself to focus on his own pleasure now that she had found hers. He had never wanted the almost painful feeling right before an orgasm to last as long as this. He reveled in the feel of her tightened hole around him, the way her body still trembled from her recent release. His free hand hooked under one of her legs, draping the limb over his shoulder, kneading the flesh before pressing his lips at the junction of her knee. Chloe still had a hand gripping his hair, so she tugged, loving the way his deep growl vibrated against her leg. He was looking at her with those eyes again. Those hungry eyes, seeking nourishment only from her. With her other hand, she wrapped delicate fingers around the wrist of his hand against her mouth. Holding his eyes with her own, she let her tongue snake out, lapping at his fingers before sucking two of them in, her lips hugged around his knuckled.

That was his undoing, watching Chloe stare at him, his fingers in her mouth, her exposed breast bouncing with this thrusts. That would have made any man completely empty himself, he was sure of it. He continued his rhythm inside of her until the sensation was too much. The death grip on her leg softened, allowing her to lower it, wrapping both lazily around his hips. After a few moments of catching their breath, Lucifer pulled her torso up, firmly pressing his lips to hers, tongue curling behind her top teeth. It was gratitude for allowing him to comfort of her embrace, for making him feel something other than the pain, even though he wasn't sure what it was he was feeling. It had been new. Never had any sexual encounter been quite like this, and when you had been having sex for eons, that was saying something.

"Wow," Chloe breathed once there kiss had separated. Her fingers gripped at the collars of his shirt. She wished she had taken the time to take it off, but he did look damn good in it, especially all messy from a great fuck.

"Took the word right out of my mouth, Detective," he quipped, backing away slightly, letting Chloe slip off of the counter. She could feel the evidence of his release sliding down between her thighs, and, to be honest, it turned her on. Right on cue, his normal self was back as she watched him adjust everything back into place, his trousers once against buttoned snugly across his hips, his eyes staying on her. He had a small grin on his lips, but there was still a hint of angst in his eyes.

"Lucifer," she started, adjusting her own clothes before placing a hand on his chest. He stopped fidgeting with himself, looking down at her hand before his gazed returned to her face. "Are you okay?"

"I will be," he replied, trying his best attempt at a smile. It wasn't the best answer, but it was better than anything she had managed to get from him the previous day. "I can say that I feel a whole hell of a lot better, though," he chimed in. Chloe chuckled lightly, moving past him towards the coffee pot.

"Coffee?" she asked, beginning to fill the pot with enough water for the both of them.

"That would be great," he replied, staying on his side of the counter. He leaned across the surface, trying his best to not look as tired as he actually was. "We could use a little energy shot before round 2, anyways."

Chloe turned around to see his smug grin. She loved the way his tight suit stretched around his broad shoulders as he leaned over. Although he still looked like a homeless magician, a very, very, attractive homeless magician, his eyes rimmed in red and dark circles, he seemed to be more of his usual self. "Careful now," she warned, scooping extra coffee grounds in before starting the machine. "I might just take you up on that."

"Oh, Detective, I hope you do," he replied, his tongue running along his bottom lip. Chloe quickly turned away from his heated gaze, biting at her own bottom lip. Yes, she thought to herself, trying not to blush. He was definitely on his way back to normal.

A/N: What did you think? Was this better? ;) This is un-beta'd, so I'm sorry for any mistakes there might be. For once, I did try to do some proofreading, but I have never been one to do it. Please, guys, I would love some feedback from you! Give me some ideas on what you want! I am to please here! TBH, I am particularly enthusiastic on anything dirty, yes, the best kind of dirty. Am I the only one that would love to see a dirty-talking Lucifer? Let's just hope that Season 4 on Netflix really brings in some heat for us! Anyways, I really hope you liked this little 2-shot. Until next time!