They don't even make it a week.

Chloe wakes up a few hours later, still curled within the safety of Lucifer's arms. Sometime during their short nap his other arm had made its way to wrap around her shoulders, and his legs have tangled up with her own. His chest is warm beneath her cheek and Chloe almost giggles at the idea of Lucifer being a cuddler. It wasn't something she had really expected from the man, but then again he's always been everything but predictable. And she's certainly not bothered by this new development. She takes a few moments to enjoy the gentle intimacy of their intertwined bodies before she reluctantly pulls away.

Chloe soon discovers that Lucifer is also apparently a light sleeper, as he wakes almost immediately when he senses her moving away.

"Detective?" The pleasant rumble of his sleep-roughened voice is almost enough to tempt her back into the bed. Still, she takes pity on him.

"I'm not leaving." She assures him in a quiet voice. "It's just been a few hours and I should really check your hands again."

"But my hands are right here…" He pouts, still too groggy from sleep to be embarrassed by his petulance. He's turned on his side to face her, eyes half-lidded and sheets pooling around his naked waist. She nearly gives in at the sight.

"I'll just go get the bandages and some washcloths, I'll be right back." With one last look back at Lucifer, she hurries to locate the supplies. Within a few moments she's back at his side, encouraging him to sit up on the bed so she can more easily reach his hands. She, in turn, kneels across from him, carefully unraveling her earlier work.

She frowns without quite meaning to. His hands look a lot better now, which is good…sort of. Chloe's had some pretty bad burns before, and she knows they take an unbearably long time to heal. She tries to think back, wondering if she was just misremembering the extent of his injuries. His palms still look pretty rough, having had the most contact with the searing metal - both still blistered and raw - but she finds that his fingers are just pink and pale with scar tissue. They probably don't even need bandaging. Nonetheless, she still soaks them with the washcloth, wondering if the cool water is having some sort of freak accelerated effect on his healing.

Lucifer merely watches her intently as she works, no longer seeking to distract either of them with conversation. The quietness of the evening wraps softly around them, enveloping the two of them in this little private moment. To think that she once revolted at the very idea of looking after him, even professionally, and now here she was spending her whole night tending to his needs by choice. Equally novel is the certainty that he would do the same for her - having already proven himself many times over. And that makes all the difference to her.

With Lucifer's hands now carefully dried and safe from infection, she sets about rewrapping his hands, this time leaving his fingers free from the gauze. Something about the closeness of the moment inspires her to place a small kiss on each of his fingertips, delighting in Lucifer's sharp intake of breath at each gesture. She knows well enough that it's not actually possible to kiss something better, but she still feels compelled to try for some reason.

When she chances to look back up at his face, Lucifer's eyes are nearly black in the low light. With a soft groan he swiftly captures her lips, his mouth insistent against her own. His arms draw her closer in, and she's not sure whether the sounds that manage to escape his throat are a pained response at attempting to use his injured hands or from pleasure at the feeling of her chest pressed against his own. But he continues to draw her in further, with warm mouth and even warmer hands, and somehow she ends up practically straddling his lap.

Their new position puts her at the perfect height to meet his kiss, and brings their hips maddeningly close. She can't help but press further into him, bringing the length of him firmly into contact with her core even through the layers of clothing that separate them. Lucifer's moaned response is certainly not borne out of pain.

His fingers run gently along her back and hips, the tenderness somewhat at odds with the intensity of the kiss. Her own hands have already found their way to tangle into his thick hair, alternating gentle strokes with brief tugs at the strands between her fingers. Lucifer appears to thoroughly enjoy both - though the way his hips surge up to meet her at a particularly rough tug make her think he might like this best.

His lips suddenly break from her own to trail along her jaw, nipping carefully at the place behind her ear that always makes her melt. Her fingers tighten in his hair as his stubble scrapes teasingly along her neck, and they both groan at the sensation. His fingertips slip up beneath the hem of her shirt - his shirt - to drag carefully across over sensitized skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. He pulls back to watch her reactions.

"Have I mentioned just how bloody gorgeous you look wearing my shirt?" As he asks this his fingers glide slowly up her back and sides, bandaged palms tickling her skin, and mapping out the spots that makes her shiver.

"Hmm, not yet…" She responds breathlessly, still dizzy with sensation.

"Well if you're fishing I'll gladly bite." His smile reveals nearly all of his teeth in a not so subtle hint at the double meaning of his words. "Darling, you look like temptation itself. If it were up to me, you'd never be allowed to wear anything else." His fingers now trace at the underside of her breasts, and she can't help the gasp that escapes her lips.

"I'm not sure how well that would go over at the precinct…" She demurs.

"Oh I'd pay to see Detective Douche's face at the sight of you wearing my shirt." His smile has grown even more sinister, and in this moment he looks every inch the devil he claims to be.

"And if I showed up at Lux like this?" She taunts back - though somehow Lucifer can immediately see right through her irreverent tone. His response is entirely sincere.

"I believe I'd equally enjoy having you so visibly marked as my own in front of all those depraved revelers."

"Even the Brittanys?"

"Especially the Brittanys - if you'd like, I would certainly be willing to ravish you atop the bar one evening. If you still doubt my fidelity?"

Something in her chest tightens at his words, just as new heat pools between her legs at the idea of him taking her so brazenly. "Nope, no doubts. Why don't you just ravish me here instead?"

"Gladly, Detective."

Swiftly he flips their positions so that she is now pressed against the pillows beneath him, in a move that should not have been possible for a man only just returned from the hospital. But this time she chooses not to question the improbabilities, and focus on the sensation of Lucifer above her, holding himself up on his elbows even as his hips press more firmly between her own. She pulls him back down into another toe-curling kiss, fingers drawing carefully across his back, barely tracing the edge of his scars. Lucifer shudders above her, but doesn't pull away from the touch. Instead he shifts a hand between them, tugging at the buttons of her shirt.

Chloe patiently allows him to fumble with the shirt for a few moments before a pained hiss reminds her that his fingers still aren't fully healed. She gently shifts his hands away and takes over undoing the buttons herself, while Lucifer sits back to watch. She slowly tugs each button free, revealing only a small sliver of skin and she works her way down. As she reaches the end she brings Lucifer's hands down to part the fabric fully. His fingers skim across her ribs as he draws the shirt aside, and Chloe arches up into the touch. Lucifer's grin turns predatory at the sight, and he immediately swoops down to bite at her exposed collarbone, breath hot against her bare skin. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as his lips trail down to her chest, anchoring herself lest she float away at the sensation. When his lips finally reach the tips of her breasts she tightens her hold around him, legs wrapping around his waist as he sucks first one nipple then its twin into his mouth.

Something coils tightly low in her belly as Lucifer continues his ministrations, and soon she's rocking up restlessly against him, seeking more and more friction. She can feel Lucifer smiling against her breasts, and he pulls away briefly to grin up at her. She meets his grin with raised eyebrows and an impatient look, silently commanding him to get back to it. Lucifer immediately complies, nipping at the underside of one breast before returning his attention to the tightened buds. Chloe can't believe how close she is just from this alone, but it's still not quite enough, and after all he had boasted about all he could do without needing his hands.

Lucifer's rumbling chuckle against her skin makes her realize she's been pressing at his shoulders and hips, trying to guide him down to where she suddenly wants him. And of course Lucifer can't resist teasing her further, slowly dragging his lips down her stomach, tongue dipping into the indent of her bellybutton, and spending more time than was entirely necessary alternating small nips and sucking kisses against her hipbones. Marking her, she realizes, which only sends another pulse of throbbing heat between her legs. When he finally reaches the waistband of her panties, she almost breathes out a sigh of relief, until Lucifer suddenly pulls away entirely.

Chloe's not proud of the sound she makes when Lucifer sits back, and she will gladly leave it out of her recollection of this evening, though Lucifer's grin suggests he will not soon be forgetting it. The smug bastard merely unwraps her legs from waist before bending down to run his lips along the inside of her right leg, starting at her ankle. He's excruciatingly thorough, dragging soft lips and prickly stubble against every inch of her legs, and Chloe's hands nearly tear at Lucifer's sheets to keep from just dragging his mouth right where she wants it. But he's finally so close, teeth sinking carefully into her inner thigh, near enough that she can almost feel his breath against the damp cotton of her underwear. Chloe braces herself as his lips trail nearer, only to be frustrated once more as he shifts back to repeat the same treatment to her other leg.

And it has been months now - months of endless innuendo and interruptions and touches that never go far enough and Chloe finally can't take it anymore. She frees her leg from Lucifer's grasp only to pull him back down to her with ankles wrapped around his neck and shoulders. Lucifer just laughs as his nose is pressed into her belly with the force of her grip, but he seems to take the hint at least, finally reaching down to drag her underwear over her hips and then off to some unknown part of his bedroom, though she still remains tangled up in his open shirt.

And apparently he's not quite done teasing her yet, as he bends down to breath hotly against the sensitive skin of her core before finally finally pressing his mouth against her skin, clever tongue tracing along the seam of her before swiftly plunging in. His fingertips dig into her hips as he alternates licking and suckling at her, soft and firm in equal measures, immediately figuring out which spots draw out the best responses from her. The roughness of his fingertips digging into the flesh of her hips and rough scrape of his stubble serves as the perfect counterpoint to the softness of his mouth. And she's almost willing to admit he's as good as he claims if he'll just never stop doing this.

As Lucifer's lips and tongue work tirelessly against her, Chloe's hips press up to meet his every move. His hands at her hips encourage her to rock against him, and she finds the shared control even more gratifying. Her fingers tangle into his hair once more, less to guide him than to spur him on. Her nails scrape along his skull, and she can feel the responding groan vibrating straight into her core. She repeats the motion again, occasionally tugging at strands as her fingers tighten within them.

He's practically growling against her now, and she honestly has no idea what sort of sounds she's making at this point - only that Lucifer seems to appreciate them. He continues alternating between broad strokes of his tongue and sucking kisses into the little bundle of nerves that's driving her crazy, always keeping her right at the edge. Whenever she gets too close he draws her right back from the precipice with soft kisses against her center. That same wicked tongue that could draw out people's deepest desires was now fulfilling all of her own. A quick glance down at the the sight of his mouth buried between her thighs brings her right back to where she was, teetering on the edge of release, and she can no longer tell if she wants this to end or to keep going on forever.

"Please," she's not even sure what she's asking for, only that she wants more of it.

Lucifer smiles against her but finally lets up with his teasing, maintaining a perfect rhythm against her swollen clit. The bandaged hands at her hips now hold her steady as she moves helplessly against the onslaught of his tongue, and she's once again amazed at the trust she feels for this man, completely unselfconscious in her vulnerability here. He traces soothing circles against her hips with his thumbs, and it's this that finally brings her over the edge - the softness of the gesture completely at odds with the strength of the sensation. Chloe nearly blacks out with the force of her orgasm, but Lucifer eases her through it, prolonging her release until she's pushing back at his shoulders, the sensation almost overwhelming her. It's nearing the edge of too much when he finally pulls away, pressing soft kisses against her belly as she shudders through the aftershocks.

Afterwards, Chloe sinks bonelessly into the pillows behind her, a satisfied grin stretching across her face even as she struggles to catch her breath. When she dares to look down at Lucifer his smile mirrors her own, and she can't help but drag him up for another kiss, tasting herself on his lips.

The kiss itself is slow and languorous, even as Lucifer settles back into the cradle of her thighs, the length of him pressing hard and urgent against her center. Despite her recent orgasm, she feels an answering wave of heat coursing through her once again. Shakily she wraps her legs around his hips once more, urging him to press against her more firmly. Lucifer takes the hint and soon his hips are rolling against her throbbing core. Meanwhile, Chloe's hands are tugging at Lucifer's waistband, a clumsy attempt to rid him of the final barrier that separates them. Lucifer breaks their kiss to grin down at her.

"Greedy little thing, aren't we?"

Chloe's face heats with embarrassment. "Shut up - this is all your fault you know. You've been teasing me for months."

"Think about how I feel," he laments, punctuating his remark with another roll of his hips. "We could have been doing this ages ago."

Chloe shakes her head. "I'm not so sure we could have - between work and the fire and our lives always getting in the way…"

"Does this mean you believe in fate, Detective?" Chloe can only roll her eyes in response to the teasing comment.

"Please tell me you're not about to say something about your dick being a religious experience." Lucifer looks almost offended that she would even suggest that, though it's nowhere near the most ridiculous thing he's said to her. She continues on more seriously, "I don't know, I mean, I don't believe in heaven and hell and all that, but maybe it's possible that there's something more out there in the universe. But in the end I believe our destiny is whatever we make of it."

"I certainly would like to think I changed mine." His words bring them back to the present moment, and the shared knowledge of how far they'd come since that first meeting.

"I'm glad you did."

Lucifer's eyes darken as the weight of her words hits him. He moves to capture her lips once more, the kiss all heat and barely restrained intensity. His hips press insistently against her own, and her arousal returns full force as she bucks up to greet him. Her lips shift down to his neck, parting to allow blunt teeth to sink into his throat. Lucifer goes completely still above her for a moment, breath coming out in choked gasp, before resuming his thrusting with renewed vigor.

At the same time, Chloe can feel the tension running through Lucifer's body - the position forcing him to support most of his weight on his forearms to avoid furthering injuring his hands. She doesn't doubt that he could keep this up for as long as he wishes, or that he'd just as easily risk the pain for this. But she doesn't want him to come to any further harm on her behalf, and resolves to take care of him for now.

Chloe flips their positions easily, with a move that Lucifer might have more easily countered if he had full use of his hands. But as it is he doesn't put up much of a fight, allowing Chloe to press him back against the headboard, half-propped up against the pillows. She finally manages to rid herself of Lucifer's shirt, enjoying the cool air of the room against her overheated skin. Another obvious benefit of this new arrangement is that it frees up Lucifer's hands to skim along her thighs, but Chloe just takes them into her own and presses them gently back into the pillows above his head.

"Kinky," Lucifer teases breathlessly, to which Chloe simply quirks her eyebrow.

"Weren't you the one insisting you could do this without your hands?"

"Touché."

Chloe takes advantage of this newly granted access to resume kissing and biting at his throat, dragging out a litany of appreciative noises from the man below her. She considers trailing further downwards, but they're both well past the point of needing more than this. Her hands reach for his waistband once more, this time easily slipping the material over slender hips and baring him fully to her gaze. He looks almost inhumanly beautiful like this, all laid out before her in the dim light of the room. She takes his achingly hard cock in her hand, giving it a few slow strokes as she watches Lucifer's head fall back with a groan.

"Condom?" She can feel them both growing impatient for the main event.

"Top left drawer…" He manages to grit out, and Chloe leans awkwardly to reach into the nightstand beside her. She shifts back over him, foil packet in hand. She kisses him once more before reaching between them to slide the barrier over his length. She settles once more above him, the tip of him poised at her entrance.

Her gaze locks with his as she slowly slides down over him, enjoying the delicious stretch of it as he gradually fills her. Her hands gently press against Lucifer's wrists where they still lay obediently above his head, but Lucifer's expression is anything but restrained. She can feel him almost shaking with the effort it takes to remain still as she lowers herself onto him with agonizing slowness. She pauses for a few moments when she meets his hips once more, enjoying the pleasant fullness of having him finally inside her.

Afterwards, she gives an experimental roll of her hips, and Lucifer practically growls beneath her. She feels oddly powerful in this moment, and continues to grind in maddening slow circles even as Lucifer attempts to urge her on faster. Surprisingly, he manages to keep his hands restrained even without her help.

Eventually, she takes pity on them both and increases her pace. Lucifer sits up to meet her in a passionate kiss, hands finally moving to drape carefully around her waist, still keeping their unspoken promise. His lips, however, trail recklessly across her jawline and neck, sucking at her throat and groaning at the answering clench of her inner muscles. He bends slightly to fasten his mouth once more on her breasts, and she arches up sharply to meet him.

"Lucifer," she gasps out.

This angle now is even better than before, the friction against her clit almost too much, and she can feel them both getting close. She drags Lucifer away from her chest to pull him into another kiss, though soon it is reduced to barely more than breathing in each other's air and swallowing the sounds of their pleasure.

Lucifer breaks his silent vow at last, slipping a hand between them to bring her over the edge once more. Chloe almost collapses against him as she comes for a second time, but manages to maintain some semblance of a rhythm until Lucifer follows her into his own release, arms tightening around her as he groans out her name.

His head drops to rest heavily against her chest while her fingers card through his hair, both of them slowly coming down from the intensity of their climax. They continue to cling to one another like this for several long moments, reveling in the continued intimacy of their joining. Chloe presses a gentle kiss to the top of his head before finally urging Lucifer to lie back once more, making quick work of cleaning them both up before slipping back beside him.

"You cheated, you know," she murmurs sleepily against his chest. "You said no hands."

She can feel his low chuckle rumbling through his chest. "I somehow think you'll find it in your heart to forgive me."

"Or maybe you can make it up to me in the morning?" Chloe feels suddenly bold in her satiated near-sleep.

"Whatever you wish, Detective." He whispers against the top of her head just as she drifts off to sleep once more, curled within the protective circle of his arms.