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Just this? What, trying to see if you can get the Devil to mess his pants? Now you're just being mean.

[Smiling as he said it, he let his nose brush lightly alongside hers, breathing in that scent he could pick out of a crowded room.]

I have needs, Chloe, and you're... well. You're more tempting than I think you realize.

No!

[She laughed at him and gave his back a gentle swat, grinning against him even as he brushed his nose against her.]

I'm just not used to you being so tentative. I'm alright, though, Lucifer. Really.

Full disclosure?

[One hand slid down to rest just along her ass, the other still holding her up near her shoulders as he looked at her.]

It was rather easy to be so forward when I was so sure you'd say no. I may have wanted you to say yes, but I had a feeling you wouldn't. It became a game. Trying to get you to change your mind. And then... you did. And now I--

[He sighed softly, stealing a quick kiss.]

I want everything to be perfect. I'm... you're important to me.

You're important to me too.

[Something simmered quietly underneath that easy statement, something unsaid, but she decided to let it go for now. And all this talk was slowly bringing her wits back about her.]

Maybe... we should go inside.

Inside...

[Right. Yes. Inside. Where they were less likely to be seen. Slowly and regretfully, he moved to set her back on her feet carefully, hands not leaving her as he slid them down, then up along her as he stood still where he was.]

Yes. I suppose that's best. Lovely view out here and all, but I'm, ah, a little distracted.

[As evidenced by what was still pressing against her.]

I can see that. And feel it.

[She let out a breathy little laugh against him, a shiver running down her spine at the feel of his hands gliding over her. She pulled away from him as well, though she was limited by the wall directly behind her, her hands sliding down and away from his body to tug his hand away from her.

Carefully, she intwined their fingers together, motioning over towards the rooftop door.]

C'mon.

[She mentioned it, but she didn't seem too put off by it, and that had him smiling brightly. It was curbed by a pout when she moved his hand, holding his in hers and moving that little bit away from him, but she wasn't leaving him. Just... moving them inside. As they should. With a soft little groan, he used his free hand to adjust himself a bit, tugging his coat down in a futile attempt to cover himself.]

I truly hope we don't run into anyone inside. I'm told my... charm is worse when I'm riled up. Which I certainly am. Not complaining, though.

Before you ask about a threesome, the answer is a hard no.

[That'd certainly be awkward, if someone came upon them and tried to get involved. But she'd worry about that when and if it happened, carefully leading him towards the door.]

For our first time? Never.

[Maybe for their hundredth... as sort of an anniversary. If she was amenable.]

I think I'll take the safe route and wait for you to drag someone else into it.

[Which implied there'd be an 'it' to drag someone into. That there'd be a first time. Oh, bloody hell. Was he going-- were they going to finally...? There was an almost painful twinge from the direction of his groin.]

Mmf.

Someone's getting way ahead of themselves, there.

[She didn't say much more to that though, letting him dare to dream instead. Whether this be their first and last time or their first of many, she was alright with allowing herself to finally fall into him.

She heard that little groan of his and tugged him down the first stairwell, tightening her grip around his hand as she glanced at him over her shoulder.]

You look like you're being tortured.

Let's see how easy it is for you to walk down countless stairs with an erection.

[Because really, that cat was out of the bag. Yet he still stepped carefully down with her, feeling like he had a very thin thread of control left on how long he could go without putting his hands back on her.]

Yeah... can't say I've ever had that problem.

[She paced herself carefully, being sure to slow down as he eased his way down with her.]

Can you make it down the six flights...?

[He stopped as they hit the end of the flight, standing there on the platform and giving her a look.]

I can carry you out of a burning building, but you think it's stairs and an erection that's going to be my demise? Honestly, Detective.

I don't know. You're certainly acting like you're about to keel over.

[She stopped at the edge of the next flight of stairs, looking over at him up and down. Well, he certainly still seemed excited, that's for sure.]

Keeling over isn't the phrase I'd use.

[He took a step towards her, herding her back towards the wall.]

And you don't seem the slightest bit sorry for it. Not that I'm surprised, you little minx...

Oh. Sorry. Were you looking for a surprise?

[She pressed her hands against his chest and pushed him back a bit, not hard but with enough force to let him know she was putting effort into it.]

[He grabbed at one of her hands, pulling her in as the other wound around her to draw her closer into him.]

Mm, you always surprise me. Arouse me. Indulge me. You do so many things with just a look, it's a wonder you don't have half the world lining up to try to get you to pay a smidgen of attention to them.

[He didn't need to work too hard, considering she was pressing back against him, but pushing a little further to guide him backwards.]

Yeah, right. Now you're just talking me up. Or you're just biased.

[He let her push at him, changing to walking backwards with her until he was backed up against the rail and wall, smiling down at her.]

I might be. But anyone who knows you, who can see you and what you do and isn't affected by that is a bloody idiot.

You'd probably be weirdly into that, wouldn't you?

[She could imagine his glee at watching something like that, and she tried to shove that image out of her head as she pressed him back into the wall until they were obscured partially by the stairwell.

Leaning in, she nipped at his earlobe before diving in to claim his lips.]

What, you trying to make me jealous. Haven't you done that before...?

[With that disgustingly hot red dress and those hapless fools. Or looking for the host of the party and that bumbling buffoon. Yes, she could easily make him jealous, but he supposed that if he could be assured that it was him she wanted... he wouldn't mind watching others fail. It was that possibility that she'd pick someone over him that always threw him off.

And then she was kissing him, pressing him up against the wall and nibbling at his ear before her lips were on his and his train of thought was thoroughly derailed, a hand at her ass yet again. She had a marvelous ass...]

Don't know how you could be. You're the one who's slept with half of LA, not me.

[That came out far more judgey than she intended for it to, but the sentiment was the same. Him being jealous of any attention she acquired seemed a bit backwards when he had sexy stewardesses showing up out of the blue to his penthouse, and when a suspect list of his lovers over the past few weeks had her needing to get a brand new notepad.

She arched into his touch, her own hands sliding down his body, looping her fingers in the fabric of his trousers so she could grind them against each other.]

Hardly half. And it seems as if none of it meant that much to them, other than a good time-- bloody hell!

[That exclamation came out as she did that provocative little grind against him, both hands moving to her ass to grip it as he pulled her in harder, grinding back with a cock that ached almost painfully by that point. His mouth was on hers, teeth nipping at her lip as he found himself panting, arousal burning through him like some living fire.]

Isn't that what you wanted? A good time?

[Gasped out between needy, open-mouthed kisses, a deep sense of satisfaction lighting the fire in her belly and dipping lower between her legs as she heard that tortured little exclamation. She felt the hard line of his cock jutting into her leg through their clothes and down her hands went, looping around him to palm at his ass as she pulled him closer, as tight as she could get him as she let out her own little moan.]

Yes-- I wanted the best time. But it wasn't... you heard them. It didn't mean anything.

[Her hands were like little sparks over him, touching and fanning those flames of need as he bent just a bit, just enough to pick her up again. He liked the feel of her legs around him, wanted to let her hands roam over him as he moved to nibble down along her neck.]

Now I just want you.

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