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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.

Yeah?

[She felt something ignite in her chest at that, felt her heart quicken at his admission even though she knew it was silly. Because of course she knew this meant something to him, as it did to her. One didn't do the things he did for her without it meaning a hell of a lot. But it still felt good to hear it.

Just as it felt good to wrap her arms and legs around him, her hands gliding up and down over his back before they came to rest on his face, another needy little groan escaping her as his stubble and teeth scraped over her racing pulse.]

[He couldn't get enough of her. Couldn't get enough of her touching him or her in his arms. The taste of her in his mouth wasn't enough, his head dipping down lower to kiss over her shirt, down to the top of her breast as he felt his hips rock slightly against her.]

Yes...

[Hissed out against her as his focus was entirely on her, on that warm softness she exuded and--]

Oh... Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't... oh. By all means, continue.

[Lucifer's head jerked up as he heard a voice that wasn't Chloe's pipe up, realizing that someone had caught them as they were coming down the stairs themselves. He saw wide brown eyes staring at him from a rather tanned face, dark hair in a ponytail held back as the woman came down another step, giving the pair of them a rather interested look.

Lucifer knew that look, biting back a rather livid curse as he slowly moved to lower Chloe back to the ground.]

Ah, sorry. My fault. Seems I forgot myself for a bit.

[As soon as she heard that feminine voice, her entire chest and face bloomed into a beet red color. Her hands held on to Lucifer's shirt as he moved to set her down, bracing herself for a moment as she tried to collect her wits about her.

Glancing at the woman over her shoulder, Chloe noticed that look and almost rolled her eyes. Really? Really?]

You can leave anytime now.

[Said with only the smallest bit of irritation, though it was tempered by frazzled embarrassment as she waved the woman away, not caring if it was rude or not. Luckily she seemed to get the idea, momentarily looking away from Lucifer to glance down at her, breaking the spell if only momentarily.]

Right. Right! Sorry again. You... have a good time, I guess.

[And down she went, until she Chloe could no longer hear the sound of her footsteps. She rested her face against Lucifer's chest, gripping his shirt for added affect, as if burying herself there could effectively hide her.

She mumbled something that might've been English, but who could tell, really?]

I'm going to have to put a bloody lock on existence if I want a moment with you, it seems.

[Muttered into her hair as he bent his head down to kiss the top of her head. She was hiding against him and damn him if he didn't find it utterly adorable.]

Have I told you how lovely you look when you blush like that?

Stop.

[That came out loud and clear. She lifted her head, that embarrassment still present in the color of her cheeks, but something like amusement was there as well.]

So, stairwell. Bad idea.

[She bit her lip and leaned in to press her cheek against his chest, this time just hugging him close as she let out a snort.]

Mm, maybe not if we can plan it when we know the building's clear. But apparently on a starry, lovely night, it may not be the best place for any sort of covetous tryst.

[She snorted and he laughed, hand lifting to smooth down over her hair.]

I should walk you to your room.

Are you kidding? The last we need are my roommates getting a good look at you in your current state. Besides, you're on the way down. I should make sure you don't combust before you get to your room.

[And wow, way to make her feel like a ridiculous teenager.]

Mm, speaking of going down...

[He leaned back, letting his eyes travel down along her body until he couldn't see any further, lifting brows suggestively at her.]

I do have private quarters. Where I could spend hours going down...

You mean until the next interruption, right? Because I doubt it'd be ten minutes, much less hours.

It's tempting, though.

In my suite? I'd barricade the bloody door, just for good measure. And it would be hours.

[He smiled, his finger tracing her lower lip, a naughty look on his face.]

Hours and hours...

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[She smiled and pressed a kiss against the tip of his finger tracing her lip before drawing away.]

Mm. I'll have to hold you to that, then. Maybe next time.

If I can manage to survive until next time. If there's ever a time.

[Seriously, Chloe. Things hurt if left under pressure for too long...]

[Well, there are perfectly good ways for him to deal with that.

Still, his lament had her drawing closer, hands reaching up to cup his face as she leaned in to kiss him.]

I know things have been a bit crazy, what with... everything going on, and we haven't gotten to spend a lot of time together, but... I'd like there to be a time. Soon. We still need to grab that dinner together sometime, yeah?

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