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Please. As if I have anyone to tell, anyhow. And even if I did, most of them would probably be skeptical at the concept of who they'd be praying to.

Still. The less who know, the better.

Alright, alright. I'll keep your little secret.

[She brushed one of her hands against his wing, tracing her fingertips over the inside of him, where she suspected he was particularly sensitive.]

This feels nice.

[She suspected correctly, and the touch had a shivering sound going through his wings, along with a physical shimmy as he cleared his throat and gave her a look.]

Keep that up, love, and you're not going to be getting much rest.

Really now?

[And maybe it's because the nature of their earlier conversation urging her to do it, or just because she liked to live dangerously. Either way, Chloe raises a brow at him and brushes along that sensitive spot on his wing again, watching the way his feathers shivered underneath her touch.]

[He moved to reach for her hand, stilling it, fingers clenched around hers before he started to draw her hand lower. Down his chest and further down to press against his half-hard cock that only grew firmer at her touch.]

Really.

You know, I can never decide if I find that impressive or concerning, considering I've barely touched you.

[She can feel him half-hard against her hand but doesn't pull it away from him, but draws her other one away from his wing.]

Never would've thought of angel wings as erogenous zones, and yet here we are.

I'd settle for flattering. But to be fair, I've never had a human play with my wings before. I've also never had a miracle do so. Touch from you is... well. You know it's more.

[There was also the fact that everything was more with her. Everything was more intimate, and that made it special -- to him at least.]

Yeah. It is.

[She feels the same about him, after all. Especially when one simple touch had him reacting so strongly. Her hand trails up from his crotch to caress lightly at his lower stomach, just for something to do with it.]

I still find it hard to believe no one else has ever touched your wings before. That were human, anyhow. Sounds like an indulgence you'd love.

Well, others have, love, but they've all been demons, like Maze. Or a sibling -- and certainly not in this context with the latter. I've told you, humans don't handle proof of the divine well. You should have seen how they affected the humans who'd merely seen just them. You are... singular in how you perceive things. How you can handle them.

[He smiled down at her, the wing cradled over her stretching for a moment, wafting up towards the ceiling before coming back down over her, feathers shifting and bring a cooling breeze with the movement.]

Handle as in being able to look at them without having my eyes melt out of my skull or going insane, you mean? I'm still trying to figure this whole 'miracle' thing out, honestly. No one here seems to have heard of anything like it. Aside from the obvious.

[Her palms open up to feel his wing as it came back down over her, the light breeze of motion wafting over her and lightly moving a few strands of her hair.]

Insanity more than a bad Indiana Jones effect. But I do like you handling them in general. And me. I very much like you handling me.

[His hand came up and brushed over that wisp of hair floating because of the move, smiling as he watched her in the soft glow of the white surrounding her.]

It might be something special to our reality. Or our... pantheon, so to speak. With a host of the divine here, perhaps it's a 'God' thing and not so much a creature of the deities thing. Haven't quite come across any other angels or monotheist types.

Maybe. Still, you'd think that so many different people pulled from different realities would turn up some kind of lead, but apparently not. Even the books here only talk about prophets, which I am most definitely not.

[And no leads about figuring out this whole area of affect between them, either. Kind of a sticking point. But his smile has her turning and leaning further into him to kiss him.]

Handling you isn't that difficult, once you get used to it. Mostly.

Mm, Prophet Decker has a nice ring to it...

[His hand trailed down to her shoulder, squeezing it through her shirt as she kissed him. He liked this, these little moments of just enjoying her company. Seeing her all relaxed and pleased were much better than her narrowed eyes or that tone she got when she said his name.]

Is that so? Are you saying you're used to me now?

More like some kind of bad rap name.

[His hand was warm against her even through her clothes. She liked it when he just held her, both in hands and wings. It gave her a sense of safety and comfort she wasn't used to indulging in. Especially with this whole deity thing going on. She relaxed a little further against him, hand trailing over his wing again and just letting it rest there.]

For the most part. I'd like to think I know how you operate by this point, though you still find ways of surprising me at times. It's all part of your Luciferness, apparently.

[There was a soft laugh at that, his eyes crinkling around the edges as his hand moved to her back. His fingers slipped up under her shirt, but he kept his hand low, just at the small of her back, drawing little designs over her skin.]

You're the only one who's ever used that word before. I like it. Though, I like it more when you're not peeved when you say it.

It's really the only word to describe you. Besides, I'd say I'm pretty far from peeved at the moment.

[In fact, she looked quite relaxed as she laid out against and underneath him. She felt the way his fingers traced her back and let out a soft sigh, obviously content.]

Good. I was... well, worried. Earlier. With the... argument. Normally, you don't stay around when you've gotten to a certain point. There's a 'Lucifer!', a roll of the eyes, and then you're gone. I'm glad you didn't do that. I like this much more.

It's a little different when we're... well, more than work partners and you make an inappropriate comment. Getting up and leaving in the dead of night because you said something I disagree with isn't exactly going to solve the issue. That just comes with the territory.

Well, you did just come over in the dead of the night. Leaving because I've said something off doesn't seem so out of the question. But I'm glad you didn't. I...

[A pause, a quiet breath, his hand stilling on her back as he thought about how to phrase it.]

I can be wrong, Chloe. I know that. Not often, hopefully, but I'm not my Dad -- and even He can be wrong, contrary to the bloody book. I don't want to be so stuck up my own ass I can't admit that. Or see when it bothers you. You mean too much to me. I-- This does. This 'we' we have. I don't want to lose it over something ridiculous like thoughtless words.

[She's quiet throughout that explanation, pausing when he finishes as she tries to piece together her own words.]

I don't either. You, our thing-- it's important to me too. It has been for awhile. And I know that sometimes I could stand to be a little more patient. Sometimes I forget that you're not human or have the same thought process many of us might. Obviously I know who and what you are now, but it's hard to view you that way when you've just been... well, you this whole time. The weird, no-filtered guy who forced his way into my cases. Not some celestial being whose seen almost all there is to offer.

It does tend to change the perspective a bit. I can't blame you, love. Finding out that things you don't believe in and never have are suddenly real? It's why most minds break. It's what kept me from wanting to tell you for so long.

Aside from the other reason, you mean.

[Which was him being scared of her reaction. Of her rejecting him. She's smart enough to piece that together, and while she didn't like the idea of him hiding from her, she understands.]

My point is that even though I know everything now, it's still... a lot to get used to. Just when I think I'm used to something, something else comes through to knock that sense of security down.

I'm sorry.

[He said it because he didn't know what else to say. He knew he should say something, knew that he didn't want her to think that her thoughts and fears didn't mean anything to him. And he was sorry. Sorry that it had taken them this long to piece things together. Sorry that he'd caused her pain in any way. Sorry that... well. Sometimes he was just sorry.]

I wish... I wish there were easier ways to do things. I always seem to pick the harder route, even when I'm not trying to.

[She's heard him apologize before; it isn't new between them. And yet she can't help but curl up against him more, arm reaching over to grasp along his back and tug them in closer together.]

Well... it's not like you've been in a great place to know how to navigate those routes all this time. I just wish-- I want to be your partner. Not just in work or romantically. I want you to be able to lean on me, Lucifer. And on each other. I'd like to hope you know that I'm not planning on going anywhere by now.

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