A/N: It's been a long time since I wrote anything, be gentle. This is chapter one of a few.

Italics: thoughts

Of course, the characters are not my own, please don't sue.

As soon as I wake up! it's absolute rubbish!

Lucifer chided himself as he scowled in the mirror, brushing his teeth.

I'm not even allowed to enjoy my private time, and the little minx sneaks her way into my thoughts.

As he argued with himself in the mirror, through eyebrow furrows and snorts, he let the young couple, his previous evenings bedroom guests, sneak out. This moment was typically his favorite part, flirting with the very uncomfortable couple, while wife and husband share questioning looks at one another. He didn't even care when they awkwardly made their way past him. He did turn to watch however, after he heard a loud slap from the area around the door. He watched as the young bottle-blonde wife sobbed and fled out the front door. And he returned the awkward wave the husband gave with one hand, as his other hand cradled his recently slapped face.

Lucifer rolled his eyes as the young man left. It's really a public service he's providing these young couples; showing them how flexible sexuality can be. It's not his fault that men find his cock just as delicious as women do. Just thinking about his soiree the previous evening had him fantasizing about all the ways he wanted to take his favorite detective, Chloe Decker. His Chloe.

Wait. Mine? When did that happen?

He was about to begin his mental reprimand for his wayward, sentimental thought when his phone gently vibrated on the dark granite countertop of the bathroom sink. Lucifer glanced at the screen as he spit his toothpaste foam in the sink. A Cheshire-Cat-grin spread across his face, exposing his freshly brushed teeth.

"Good morning, Detective! To what do I owe the honor of your sweet greetings so early in the morning?"

"Uh, morning," Chloe said, caught off guard, as though she was the one who receive the call, rather than the one who placed the call. "I don't want to ask... I mean, I don't want you to take it wrong... Uh... Can I ask a favor of you?"

"Why Detective, you're asking a favor? Of me? Perhaps you want to rephrase, before I indulge your request? Making a deal with The Devil is a tricky business venture."

His grin never faltered. He was practically giddy that the usually tactful detective, who has a Spock-like level of logic and stoicism was audibly flustered at her poor choice of words.

While she verbally fumbled for words, Lucifer decided to step in, on her behalf.

"What I think you're looking for is," and he continued in a falsetto, faux-American accent

"Lucifer, what I mean to say is, would you accompany me to our latest crime-scene, we have a case." He dropped the impersonation, and was laughing thoroughly when Detective Decker attempted her re-phrasing.

"Lucifer, stop laughing. Seriously, please stop laughing. I'm trying to ask you out on a date, and laughing at me isn't helping my self-esteem."

Lucifer stopped laughing with the word date. The heat from his body re-steamed the bathroom mirrors. An animalistic force awoke in his body, one that had been dormant for five years.

"Yes." He declared, not replied or spoke, but it almost had a command to it, if it weren't for the fact that she had asked him.

"So, you'll, uh, you'll..."

"Go on a date with you. Yes, Chloe Decker. When and where? Have you decided or should I make reservations. I can get us in anywhere, there are plenty of people in this town who owe me favors. I could ..."

She had to interrupt him, he was on the cusp of babbling. "Lucifer, I would like you to be my date to Trixie's dance recital. And after that, I thought we, just you and I, could have dinner and drinks. It's Dan's weekend with Trixie, so there's no babysitter waiting on me."

Why did I say drinks!? If it's "dinner and," why won't he think it's "dinner and drinks and..." Plus, "no babysitter" now he's going to think I plan on jumping his bones. Chloe, who says "jumping bones" anymore...

Chloe was beet-red, that's why she had to do this on the phone. She was certain she was making a complete ass out of herself, she couldn't bare to do it in front of him. The always-composed, smarmy git, who always wore that smirk around her, that "you know I'm the best you'll ever have" look. And for months she's tried to ignore his amazing good looks. A feat that got harder (no pun intended) when she saw him completely nude. But the more she's around him, the more, well, human he seems. So on top of the completely gorgeous face, chiseled body, well endowed (don't think about that now), rich and totally-after-her qualities, she couldn't find a reason not to give in.

So Chloe Decker, logical, police detective that she is, thought of the perfect way to test him. He has to be reasonable, around regular people, at a children's dance recital. He has to tolerate Dan during the performance. And then has to be a gentleman at dinner. Actually, she wasn't at all worried about the last part. He'd been nothing but a gentleman to her in public. The worst thing he's ever done was explain he wants to have sex with her. To anyone and everyone that will listen to him. That and the whole "I'm the actual Devil" thing.

"Chloe, I would love to join you for an evening of dance, dinner and drinks. When would this lovely evening be occurring?"

She actually asked me on a date. A date? I don't think I've ever been on a date. I've eaten with women, food too. But that was usually in between a few rounds of sex. All-nighters can create quite a hunger...

"Friday night." She cut off his mental tangent.

"One week, perfect, I have no plans, I'll tell Maze to man the club without me."

"Oh, uh, no, tonight. The recital starts at 6."

"Tonight? 6 tonight? As in," he checked his watch, "9 hours from now?" he balked.

"Uh yeah, sorry for the short notice. If you can't make it, I..." she started to back-pedal.

"Oh I'll be there. Shall I pick you up at half-past five, then?"

She was caught off-guard. His strong reaction to the short-notice date made her think he'd have to turn her down.

"Yeah, uh, yes," she corrected her rougher language. His speech and accent made her want to talk more eloquently, or at least use proper English if she couldn't manage eloquent. "That would be great. I've made reservations at Ivy, if that works for you?"

He thought about Ivy; about how he felt about it. It was a decent place, nothing ostentatious, half-decent food, and a price slightly above what a LAPD detective should be paying for dinner. Not that he'd let her. She was trying to meet half-way. It really was quite sweet of her.

"Ivy sounds lovely. I'll see you and the lovely Miss Trixie this evening?"

"Yes, we'll see you later. Bye."

"Bye."

He was giddy! He wanted to jump up and click his heels.

He charged back to his bedroom and into his closet. "Maze!" He shouted.

"Maze!" He shouted again, with almost 2 seconds pause, which no one, human or otherwise, would have enough time to actually respond. Just as he was about to bellow again, she appeared.

"Oh, good, Maze." He looked content and happy. Maze didn't like it. His shouts sounded like there was some earth-shattering news, and then she arrives and he's happy. It could only mean one thing.

"How is Chloe this morning?"

He was about to answer when he looked and his companion and realized she was being facetious and didn't actually care.

"You've got Lux tonight, I will be out." He declared, his smile corrupting his language, making his giddiness particularly obvious to Maze, obvious and annoying. He was rifling through his oversized walk-in closet, as he searched for some unknown article of clothing.

"You have a case, tonight? Why aren't you two going to the crime scene now?" she asked petulantly.

He heard the venom she used when she spoke "you two," implying them as the item he hoped they'd be. He was finished with Maze's attitude toward Chloe. Lucifer stopped the raid of his closet. His muscles tensed and his movement was super-controlled. Maze stiffened, she knew she had gone too far. Crossed that boundary one-too-many times. He turned to her, his dark eyes widened and the room felt smaller.

She tried to back-pedal with dignity. All she mustered was, "I didn't...I'm...I...sorry."

Lucifer continued to seethe in place for what felt to Maze like an eternity. "You'll handle things tonight, and, hopefully, tomorrow as well." He announced at almost a whisper, but she nodded her assent.

Maze would have fled at this point but she felt something lingering in the air between them, telling her it would be a bad choice for her to go now. His eyes still laser-focused on her.

He only took one stride, but he closed the gap of the immensely large closet with just that. He gently placed his hand on her cheek, and she leaned into his touch. She missed him, not just the Lord of Darkness, but her once sexual companion. She knew those days were long gone, but despite her attempts at finding fulfillment with other lovers, he was the only one who was able to satisfy her; and he was done with her. Lucifer slowly brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, she cracked a half-smile. He leaned toward, his face so close to her's. Suddenly, Lucifer grabbed her throat, lifting her off the ground and pinned her to the wall, so they were face-to-face.

"Do not forget your place! I am Lucifer Morningstar. I am Beelzebub. Satan. You will do as I say, without question. Or I will end you. Do we have an understanding, Mazikeen?"

"Yes...Lucifer," she squeaked out, struggling against the angelic grip that could completely crush her vocal cords. He dropped her carelessly and she fell to the ground.

Maze turned and left at a pace just short of running.

Lucifer closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath. When he opened his eyes he looked at his watch and smiled, it was already 10 o'clock, only 7 and a half hours to go.