A/N: This story is sequel to "Minx and The Beast." Hopefully you've read that already, if not, I suggest you start there, go ahead, I'll wait here.

These lovely characters are not my own, please don't sue.

This story is smutty like the first one, and also contains some curses. Both start in this chapter, IF YOU DON'T like either - DON'T READ THIS. This is the only warning I can give.

Italics: thoughts

Their shower lasted a bit longer than it needed to. Okay a lot longer. After Lucifer got the shower warmed up, he went back to the bed to retrieve Chloe. She smiled up at him. A happy, content smile.

I don't know how this happened. But I'm glad it did; Lucifer was content too. He finally got to be with Chloe, and it was even better than he imagined. It wasn't just the sex, which was pretty damn fantastic, but she loved him! He overheard her say it to herself, but it was real. He was happy to know it wasn't a one-way street, because he too loved her. He hadn't said the words out loud yet, to her, or even himself. But he did. This emotion, he thought had been lost in him long ago, found its way back to the center of his consciousness. Lucifer was almost certain he didn't deserve it, not after what he'd done for so long, but he would try to earn this gift from her.

Chloe had never had a shower that was quite so . . . thorough. Lucifer gently washed every inch of her body. Though he got distracted at the top of her legs, instead of just washing her, his attentions drifted away from cleaning, she ended up cumming into his hand as he massaged her clit with his fingers.

"I have a new appreciation for the hands of piano players," Chloe told him, in a husky voice as she watched him toweling off. He looked at her with such lust, she was already starting to get wet again.

He abandoned his towel, and grabbed her, lifting her of the ground, her towel thrown to the wind. He led them to the bedroom and launched them onto the bed; they landed with a playful *thud,* with her on her back, while he was on top of her.

She laughed and he chuckled at the lighthearted display. Chloe looked at Lucifer, and saw the man with no guard up, no bravado (though she discovered that it was definitely not a false bravado; he didn't just talk the talk, he could walk the walk). She put her hand on his cheek, running her thumb against his cheekbone. Lucifer leaned into her touch and closed his eyes, a soft "hmmm" left his throat. She leaned up and placed a soft kiss in the center of his forehead. Not a sensual kiss, he felt that much, he opened his eyes to look at her. It was a kiss of affection, there was genuine feeling in that kiss, not just lust. If he didn't say it now, when would he?

"I love you, Chloe Decker." She kissed him, on the lips this time, and while it still showed signs of affection, it also showed desire, want, and yes, a little bit of lust. It was a kiss that didn't just say "I want you," but also "I want to be with you."

When they finally broke their kiss, due mainly to oxygen requirements, she looked at him, and saw that he was watching her. He had a gentle but concerned look in his eyes. This was it, she realized, there would be no going back if she admitted it. She knew Lucifer Morningstar, his personality and the way he was looking at her. She had to be honest here, to herself and him.

"I love you, Lucifer." He smiled, but knew there was more she needed to say. The beast inside him knew the same, the two laid there, tense, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"But?" he asked her.

"Not but. No, no, not but. More like 'and.'"

"And what?" he asked, rolling onto his side, facing her. Her body missed the heat of his body atop hers. She did what felt natural, and rolled toward him, pressing her body against his.

"Don't try and distract me, you minx," he said in a soft, joking tone. "What are you holding back?" He wrapped his free arm around her waist, his hand making slow circles around her back, butt and legs, keeping her warm while they talked.

"And?" he raised his eyebrows; prompting her, incase she forgot.

"And . . . this is intense. I don't know what this means, you're not like any other man I've ever dated."

"I'm not a man," he started.

She closed her eyes in frustration, her body grew tense. Lucifer stopped rubbing her pack and pushed her shoulder, giving some physical distance to one another.

"That's what I mean. I love you, you are amazing. But I can't put myself and my child in a long-term relationship with someone who thinks they are the anti-christ."

"No, Chloe. Not the anti-christ. The Devil. Satan. And it's not some schizophrenic delusion." He removed himself from the bed, and stood glaring at her. "I am Lucifer. It's not some alternative personae, Chloe!" He was getting angry.

Chloe looked at him, not because he was naked, not because he was angry, but because in the many months they had known one another, he had never lied to her. Told her half the story, sure, but never told her a lie.

She sat up on the bed, crossed her legs and put her hands in her lap. He remained on his feet, pacing a few steps back and forth, his anger fuming. Chloe was quite shocked when she could genuinely feel heat coming from him. How is that possible?

She reached a hand toward him. He stopped and looked at her, his anger very evident. She knew then, despite months of her brain making excuses for the evidence in front of her, she knew.

"I . . . I'm sorry. I just, how am I supposed reconcile my brain to falling in love with the actual Devil?"

"How do you think I feel? I fell in love with a human?" He said, sitting on the bed next to her.

Chloe flopped back onto the bed, laying her body straight out, perpendicular to the "normal" way people lay in a bed.

Her mind was still reeling. "You're really . . ." she stopped, her hand stretched out toward him, stopping just short of touching.

He repositioned himself, and laid atop her again. Smile in his eyes, his lusty smirk on his face. "Say it, Chloe. Say my name."

She got really anxious, she nervously swallowed.

"Oh, I'll give you something to swallow, Chloe. But first, admit it. Say. My. Name." His tone was firm but pleasant; he was commanding her, without being aggressive.

He was pressed against her, and she could feel him starting to get hard. She was getting wet thinking about him, the heat of his body, the lust in his eyes, his hard member bobbing next to her entrance.

"Say it," he growled his command, his face next to her ear. When she didn't say it right away, he bit her earlobe. She groaned: 1/4 hurt, 3/4 aroused. He licked the offended lobe as a sexy apology.

He moved to her other ear. "Say my name, Chloe." The bite and growl that followed came from within him, the beast. If she didn't admit it to him, to herself, it didn't matter that they loved each other, because she wasn't ready to be with The Devil. He licked her ear and sucked the lobe into his mouth. Her groan turned into a moan.

"Don't try to distract me, minx. Say my name." He was face to face with her again looking down at her.

"I love you," she paused, and looked into his eyes, "Lucifer." His eyes flashed with fire, and before she knew it, he was inside her. His thrusts were more powerful, dominant, than their first encounter of the evening. His tongue was taking over her mouth, but not in the awkward teenage kissing way, but in a way that said he needed to be in her, in any and every way possible.

He paused for just long enough to pull out, grab her and spin her onto her hands and knees. He continued his powerful thrusts, now at an angle that gave him deeper access to her. Her moans grew louder, desperate. They were ones of pleasure, with a tinge of pain. His large cock, burying so deep, almost hurt her. He leaned forward, his large frame wrapped around hers. His head next to hers, he whispered in her ear.

"Chloe . . . Cum with me, Chloe." He put his weight on one hand, and the other found her clit. Without stopping his rampaging thrusts, he rubbed her clit. In almost no time, she started to cum.

"Lucifer!" she shouted, "Oh fuck, Lucifer!"

Feeling her body contract around him, he came inside her. "Ooh oh, Chloe," he moaned, his face still pressed against her ear.

He felt her body start to droop, her muscles exhausted from the intense orgasm. He took his hand off her clit, wrapped it around her waist and lowered them onto the bed. They laid there like that for probably fifteen minutes without any appreciable movement from either of them. They were drifting off to sleep.

Before he would succumb to sleep, he let go of her waist, earning him a groan from Chloe. "Don't worry, love, he whispered in her ear. He grabbed the edge of the duvet from the far side of the bed and pulled it around them, returning his arm back to Chloe's waist.

"Mmm," she hummed an appreciative noise at the return of his body heat, and the addition of the blanket. She was asleep the next breath.

Finally. Lucifer and the beast knew, it had finally happened.