"It's terribly selfish of you. I'm not happy at all, and you don't even care!"

Chloe laughed at the little boy pout on the face of her impossibly ancient angel.

"Mom has been planning this trip for months. You know Trixie is going to die from joy; Harry Potter is her favorite. We're taking her to Florida for less than one week, then we'll be back." She wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on tiptoe to look him in the eye. "I'll bring you a present."

Lucifer brushed an errant stand of hair from his fiance's face and gave her an impish grin in spite of himself. "Crotchless?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Oh, or better yet, some wizard robes! I've got this idea for a roleplay, where you-"

"Mommy! I'm all packed!" Trixie came bounding into the room with her suitcase. Chloe released her hold on him to inspect her daughter's handiwork.

"But I'll be *bored*," Lucifer continued whining at her. She rolled her eyes. "What am I going to to for a whole week without my partner?"

"You're riding with Dan this week," Chloe reminded him.

"WORSE!" Lucifer roared. "I'm stuck with Detective Dou- Daniel," he corrected himself quickly, remembering the child in the room, "for an entire week! Can't I come with you?"

"Girls only," said Trixie emphatically. "No boys allowed."

Chloe hid a smile and turned back to Lucifer. "Besides, you'd be bored there, too. And the place is crawling with children." He gave a slight shudder, then sighed in defeat.

"Fine. I'll stay here and do boring work with boring Daniel for a whole boring week. But I refuse to have any fun until you're back." He gripped the back of her neck with one hand, wound the other around her waist, and pulled her in for a kiss.

"Gross," said Trixie in disgust before retreating to her bedroom.

"PJs on, lights off in 10. We're getting up early tomorrow, and we can't be late!" Chloe called. She returned her attentions to the man in front of her. "You should head out. I have to be up in 6 hours, and I'm beat."

The pout returned to Lucifer's face. "No time for even a quickie?" The hand on her waist moved lower to cup her buttocks. He pinched, hard, eliciting a gasp from his love.

"With you, there is no such thing as a quickie," she laughed into his neck. Her hot breath teased his skin, and he pushed his hips forward into hers so she could feel the stirrings she was causing.

Chloe moaned softly. Desire really is his superpower she thought to herself before mustering all of her willpower and gently pushing him away.

He sighed again and kissed her chastely before allowing himself to be shown to the door.

The drive back to Lux did nothing to cool his libido, despite the relatively cool air rushing over him in the convertible. Either he drove rather faster than he meant to, or perhaps he was just that lost in thought, but he was surprised to see that he had arrived so quickly.

After handing off the keys to the valet, he stepped inside his bar. Ah, Lux. The low lights, the pounding music, the bodies pressing into each other on the dance floor. The place positively reeked of alcohol, desire and sex.

A few years ago, he would have found a random hottie or four and relieved his frustrations the old fashioned way. But ever since Chloe had become his, he found that he had become hers in equal measure. No other held more than a passing interest for him. Her body, with its dips and curves, her full breasts and firm rump… No other woman had ever made him feel so complete.

Looking around, he noticed a particularly yummy Latino number out on the floor. 5'10" maybe, well muscled, and jeans tight enough to leave nothing to the imagination. As he couldn't see the man's face, Lucifer let his eyes linger on the bulge in his pants for a moment, before his gaze traveled upwards to take in the manly arms and strong pecs barely contained in a black T-shirt.

He did sometimes miss the feel of a man under him, the power he felt bending such a masculine will to his own. He felt a small ache of desire in his balls when he realized the man was heading his way.

He drew in a deep steadying breath, and just as promptly blew it out in shock when he finally met the other man's gaze. His all too familiar gaze.

"Daniel!?" Lucifer's mouth hung open rather unflatteringly. "What, what, what-" he cleared his throat and tried again. "What brings you here?" He threw back the glass of bourbon in his hand, trying to cover his embarrassment.

"I, uh," Dan stuttered, clearly also embarrassed, though Lucifer couldn't figure out why. "I'm actually on a date."

"Really? And you came here?" Lucifer's temporary arousal was giving way to amused curiosity.

"Yeah, her name is Cindy, I met her at improv. She told me she loves this place, and I kind of told her I knew the owner to impress her," he was blushing slightly. "Do you mind if I introduce you?"

"Not at all, Daniel. What's a favor between friends?" He grinned. Dan relaxed a bit. He turned back to the floor and waved in the direction from which he had come.

A petite, yet curvaceous brunette emerged from the crowd, red dress clinging in all the right places. She looked to be maybe 23. Lucifer whispered to Dan "Well done, Daniel! I approve!" She shyly approached the pair. Dan wrapped a protective arm around her waist.

"Lucifer, this is Cindy, Cindy-"

"Lucifer Morningstar," Lucifer cut off Dan's introduction, seizing one of Cindy's delicate hands and brushing his lips against the back of it. She giggled and blushed furiously.

"I honestly thought Dan was blowing smoke up my ass, but it's really you!" she squealed with excitement.

"Well, whatever Daniel has done, or will do to your ass, yes, I am most assuredly me." He smiled at her, and placed her hand into Dan's. "A drink? Whatever you'd like, on the house." He signaled his bartender who appeared instantly.

"Vodka tonic," she ordered.

"Just a Coke for me, I'm driving," said Dan.

Once their drinks were poured, Lucifer beckoned them to follow him to his private table. Cindy trotted along eagerly, pulling Dan behind her. They seated themselves around the small table, and Cindy perched on the edge of her seat.

"So how do you know each other?" she asked, leaning over slightly so that Lucifer could get a better view of her cleavage. He looked briefly, but no more than a glance.

"We work together," offered Dan, trying to recapture her attention.

"You're a cop, too?" She asked Lucifer, leaning over a little more.

"Civilian consultant, actually. I partner with Detective Decker, Dan's ex-wife, and my fiance." Lucifer probably said this with a bit more emphasis than necessary, but it was actually kind of sad how much she was throwing herself at him. She should know he was taken.

The revelation did seem to take some of the wind from her sails. "Although, Daniel and I are going to be riding together this week," he clapped a hand to the other man's thigh for emphasis "while Chloe is out of town." He didn't realize how long he'd left his hand in place until Dan coughed and shifted slightly away from the touch.

Retracting his arm, he said "Actually, with that in mind, I must see myself home. Early start tomorrow. It was a pleasure to meet you, Cindy. Daniel, I will see you at work." With hardly a backwards glance, Lucifer walked to the elevator. As the doors slid shut, he saw Cindy slip into Dan's lap and start to make out with him.

He felt a small, unfamiliar, pang of envy flutter through him.