Maze

Arousal flares low in her gut, bright and hot, her nerves already buzzing in anticipation. Lucifer drops his lips to the tender skin where her neck meets her collarbone and her hands flex weakly on his shoulders in an attempt to stay upright. A soft whimper escapes her lips without permission and her heart hammers so hard in her chest it's almost painful.

Steam clouds the shower stall, the air thick as it billows over her skin and everything around her is blurry; except for him. Between her nights spent looking after Trixie and sneaking around behind her roommate's back, they so rarely get to start the morning like this. But her daughter is with Dan and the latter tracking down her latest bounty. She had planned to make the early alarm well worth his while but then he'd stepped her backward and pinned her against the shower wall and she wasn't able to control herself from giving in to him all too quickly.

Her hand reaches for his cheek and the stubble along his jaw scratches against her skin as she draws his lips back to hers. His tongue slides easily passed her lips, sweeping hot across hers, curling until she lets out another strangled moan. He just looks so damn delicious – his natural curls flopped across his forehead and eyes dark with desire - that she can't help herself, even though they've been doing this for quite a few weeks now. Chloe gasps against his lips, desperate for air that he doesn't let her have unless it's mixed with his own.

"Lucifer."

His name is a soft noise that rolls off her tongue, something between a moan and a desperate little beg, and damn it – she knows how much he loves that. His lips curl into a smirk against her skin as they abandon hers. They find her pulse thrumming at the base of her throat, a tell of just how much her whole body is alive. His teeth graze over her skin and her head drops back against the shower tiles, out of the stream of water that falls over his powerful build.

She loves the way his body has been built to envelope hers – his muscular arms and the solid frame of his chest the best prison to lose herself within. The tiles are cool against her back but her body flushes hot at his every touch, a surge of liquid fire through her bloodstream.

His fingers slide from behind her neck and start a slow, torturous journey south. Chloe groans, a deep, gravelly sound; he's far too careful with his placement, too light in his touch, floating over her skin everywhere except where she really wants his touch. Her whole body is a livewire and he's teasing her so much it's almost painful.

She wants more; so much more.

He finally slides one hand down the back of her thigh and hooks her knee around his waist. She arches helplessly against him, her head dropping forward against his neck, lips open in a soundless gasp. "Stop teasing," she growls against his skin.

The plea is smothered by his lips and tongue as he kisses her again.

"If you insist," he rumbles into her mouth.

And then the door is bursting open – the actual door to her bathroom – and her roommate's voice shatters the frenzied moment. "Just me, Decker."

Chloe's knee slips from its perch around Lucifer's waist and hits the shower floor with a loud slap against the water pooling at their feet. She freezes, staring guiltily at the shower curtain before she drags her eyes to Lucifer. His eyes are dark and dangerous and there's a smile on his lips that is downright dangerous.

"Maze?" Her voice is a pathetic squeak that has Lucifer's eyes flaring with delight. His hand slides up from her waist and his mouth dips silently to her collarbone.

"You all right in there?"

"Fine." She closes her eyes and tries to ignore the tingle coursing through her veins as Lucifer's fingers dip lower once again. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I found my bounty, so - "

"No, I mean – what are you doing in here while I'm in the shower?"

"I need toothpaste."

"Can't it wait?"

"Can't sex with Lucifer wait thirty seconds? Although I should just be happy you're finally getting some."

Despite the heat – of the shower, of Lucifer's body – everything inside her turns to ice. "That is – completely – not true."

"Oh, come on, you guys. It's my job to know where Lucifer is and who he's with at all times."

Lucifer growls. "Well then, how about a little bit of privacy, Maze?"

Chloe glares at him but he swiftly ignores her, his eyes drifting as he listens to Maze's movements behind them. The other woman just snorts, banging open the cupboard and knocking over a can of hairspray in search of toothpaste. "Sure you don't want me to join you?"

"Mazikeen." The sharpness of his tone finishes the conversation.

"I'm joking. Sheesh." The cupboard closes with a soft pop before the shower curtain tears open and Maze stands there victoriously, toothpaste in one hand and a grin playing across her entire face. She winks before turning to the door and calling out over her shoulder. "Have fun."