AN: So I'm posting earlier than I normally would, but I love how this one turned out and couldn't wait to post it. Hopefully it'll make up for the fact that this was my last idea I had for the story, and currently don't have anymore. For that reason I'm marking the story as complete, but will update again if I have anymore ideas. This won't be the last you hear from me; I currently have three other story ideas I'm bouncing around, and I've already started writing one (though I probably won't start posting until it's either done or at least mostly done). Hope you all enjoy this last part, and I'll see you all soon!

When Chloe arrived home early from work, she was met with the sight of Lucifer tickling Trixie. And he was using his wings to do so.

Trixie was laughing and trying to wriggle out of his grasp while Lucifer used the tips of his wings to tickle her feet. There was no escape for her – until she licked him. Lucifer recoiled and let out a noise of disgust, letting her go, but the girl barely made it a few steps before a great white wing scooped her up.

"Now that definitely deserves punishment," said Lucifer, before he resumed tickling her.

Her daughter's laughter was like music to Chloe's ears, and she embraced wholeheartedly the wave of affection that overwhelmed her at the sight of her partner playing with her child. She wondered not for the first time how his family could shun him and doom him to an eternity of punishment – an eternity of being blamed for humanity's faults – when it was the last thing he deserved. Life wasn't fair, and she knew that better than anyone, but what had happened to her best friend took the meaning of the word 'unfair' to whole knew levels.

She probably stood watching them a little longer than she needed to.

Eventually Lucifer noticed her presence, and he halted his "punishment" and let Trixie go. "Detective, you're home early."

"Mommy!" Trixie ran to Chloe and tackled her with a hug.

Chloe returned her daughter's embrace before returning her attention to Lucifer. "I managed to get all the paperwork done, and there were no new cases. So I thought I'd get in early and actually cook a proper meal for once."

Lucifer grinned, and the expression on his face was one that Chloe knew well; an idea had struck him. She didn't know whether to be intrigued or worried.

"Well," he said, "if a proper meal is all you want, then you should have just asked, Detective. There's no need to slave away over the oven; let me take you two lovely ladies out for dinner. My treat. There's an amazing little Italian place I know that's well out of the way, and the chef there owes me a favour."

Trixie immediately began bouncing up and down, pulling on Chloe's jacket. "Can we go, Mommy? Please?"

For a few moments Chloe didn't know what to say. "I…I mean… If he owes you a favour, wouldn't you want something more important than this?"

"What could be more important than taking the two of you out to dinner?"

It wasn't some pick up line he'd probably used before many times on other women, and there was no flirting in his tone; his words were filled with soft sincerity, and Chloe felt a rush of warmth flow through her. How anyone could think that the being before her was pure evil was beyond her comprehension.

Unable to find her voice, she nodded. Trixie hugged her again with a cry of, "Yay!"

"Excellent!" Lucifer clapped his hands together. "Right! Why don't you two go get ready while I make the call?"

Chloe got her daughter ready first; she laid out a cream quarter-sleeve top with a stitched picture of a black flower on the front, and then picked out a black skirt that came just below the girl's knee. A pair of black sandals completed the ensemble. When she was certain that Trixie could get changed by herself, Chloe headed into her own room to start getting ready.

Choosing what to wear was a challenge. She wanted to look nice, but she didn't want to get too dressed up; the last thing she wanted was the send Lucifer the wrong impression.

Is there a wrong impression? The question lingered in her mind, even as she picked out a short black skirt, black heels that weren't too high and a cream jumper. What had happened with the Harveys had made her realize that yes, she'd been jealous of those other women giving Lucifer attention, and yes, maybe she had feelings for him. Maybe.

She wanted to tell herself that it was lust. Lucifer was hot as hell (she internally slapped herself for the shameless pun), and she would have to be blind not to see it. Even back in their early days when he was just an annoyance she wanted to get rid of, she had grudgingly admitted to herself that he was a handsome man. Though that had highlighted just how dangerous he was.

Not in the sense that he was violent and, oh yes, the Devil himself. Chloe knew that he would never hurt her or Trixie; that the violence was reserved only for the criminals they caught. And she'd completely accepted the whole 'he's really the Devil' thing, and it didn't bother her at all. No, she considered him dangerous because of how…easy it would be to give into his advances and sleep with him – only to wake up the morning after and get the brush off like she was just another conquests.

But he's not like that anymore. She knew that he cared about her, and would never leave her side. And the more she thought about it, she realized that she hadn't actually seen any women in his apartment for weeks. He danced with women at Lux, and of course he flirted with them, but as for sleeping with them…there'd been none.

She frowned as she applied her make-up. He hasn't even pushed me for sex since the incident at the school, and he was, like, doing that every day. He'd been softer, particularly around her and Trixie, and Chloe couldn't help but wonder what that meant.

When she finished with the final touches, she took a step back to look herself in the mirror. It had been so long since she'd been out to dinner with anyone – at least outside of work; she'd been on plenty in order to get closer to a suspect or question someone – and felt rather out of practise. She and Dan hadn't had the time for many dates, what with Trixie and their demanding jobs. There had been a few in the months between the separation and when she met Lucifer, but they had been more out of spite; her way of getting back at Dan. She never had sex with any of them.

Thinking more about it, most of the men she had dated had lost interest when she'd told them about Trixie, and the few that didn't had been reluctant to include the child. Lucifer had specifically invited her daughter along, wanting to include her. That put him in a whole different league than the others before him.

She wondered when she started comparing Lucifer to her previous dates.

Finally deeming herself ready, she left her bedroom and found Lucifer and Trixie sat on the couch waiting for her. Her daughter was wrapping something around Lucifer's wrist, and edging closer Chloe noticed that it was…a friendship bracelet. An honest to God friendship bracelet. And Lucifer actually looked happy to receive it.

When Trixie noticed her mother, she grinned and proudly held up Lucifer's wrist to show her. "Look, Mommy! I made this today at school! I made one for Maze, too."

The bracelet was mostly white, but with gold and silver woven into it. She noticed a second on the coffee table; red, orange, yellow and black, obviously Maze's.

Lucifer turned and his gaze softened when he saw her. She had seen his features soften before many times, especially whenever he was around her, but the way he was looking at her in that moment…it made her feel beautiful.

The suddenly overexcited Devil quickly hurried them out the front door, and Chloe drove while Lucifer directed her to the restaurant. The Italian place really was out of the way, like he'd said; so out of the way she wondered if it was one of those places that only celebrities knew about. After parking up they walked inside, Trixie between them holding both their hands. Chloe couldn't help the feeling of family that rushed through her.

Lucifer greeted the waitress at the front with his name, and she hurried away before returning with the grinning chef, who shook Lucifer's hand with enthusiasm as he insisted that their meal was on the house. He personally showed them to their table – a booth towards the back, quiet and out of the way – as Lucifer explained the favour he'd done for the man.

"Pietro used to cook for a mafia boss here in LA, and one terrible night he witnessed a rather nasty execution. He wanted out, but was too afraid to go to the police; feared that they were corrupt. So he came to me, and I gave him protection and a good lawyer – who, of course, just happened to owe me a favour – and Pietro was able to provide the evidence your little organization needed without the fear of anyone blowing his brains out."

They sat down, ordered, and overall, it was the best evening Chloe had experienced in a long time. The food was divine; her Caesar salad was the best she'd ever tasted. Trixie's pizza was larger than her head, and she managed to gobble it down in record time; like it was secretly a chocolate cake. Lucifer ordered spaghetti and meatballs, and with a sparkle of mischief in his eyes he slurped up the strands one by one, much to Trixie's great amusement – and Chloe's as well.

They talked, they laughed, and by the time dessert arrived – a chocolate cake which they shared, much to Trixie's delight – Chloe was rating the night out well above any she'd had before. Which included her evenings with Dan.

She no longer cared that she was comparing. She didn't even care that there was no longer a maybe when it came to her feelings for Lucifer. How could she not have feelings for a man who was so fiercely protective of her child – and herself?

Chloe was falling hard, and unlike her partner's Fall from Heaven eons ago, she knew she was going to enjoy it – and had a feeling that her Devil would be waiting at the bottom, ready to catch her.

With the bill taken care of, the trio left once they were done. Trixie was close to falling asleep and struggling to keep her eyes open, and a comfortable silence settled over them. It gave Chloe time to think, and soon she realized…she didn't want the night to end. It was over for Trixie, who looked about ready to drop, but not for her and Lucifer. She wondered if he would be up for drinks at Lux if Maze was back to watch Trixie.

She didn't dare to ask him until she was certain that Maze was indeed back – and when they walked through the front door, Lucifer carrying Trixie, and Chloe saw the demon sat at the breakfast bar with a box of Chinese take-out, she actually felt giddy.

What is this, high school? The rhetorical question didn't damper her excitement.

Trixie was still awake, and when she saw Maze she slid down from Lucifer's arms and approached her. When she took Maze's hand and led her over to the coffee table to retrieve the friendship bracelet, Chloe took the opportunity to turn to Lucifer before he could slip out the door.

"Are you doing…anything else tonight?" she asked, suddenly feeling nervous.

"Nothing important. Why?"

"Well…if you weren't doing anything…maybe we could…go back to Lux and…have a drink?"

She expected him to make some kind of sex joke, or flash her with an arrogant grin which somehow managed to look impossibly adorable at the same time (she didn't think an arrogant grin could even be adorable until she met Lucifer). But instead he looked surprised for a moment, before an actual genuine smile lit up his face. It was filled with hope and happiness, and the sweet look in his eyes didn't hurt, either.

"Of course we can, Detective!" he said. "I'm sure Maze won't mind watching young Beatrice for the evening."

"He's right," Maze called from the couch. She was letting Trixie tie the friendship bracelet around her wrist while she addressed the pair. "You two go have your fun. I'll watch the kid. I'll even take her to school tomorrow."

When Chloe realized what the demon was implying, she tried to protest…but for some reason, her voice died in her throat.

They didn't leave right away; Chloe first helped Trixie change into her pyjamas before putting her to bed. After leaving her daughter's bedroom she found Lucifer preparing the girl's lunch for the next day, and found that she wasn't surprised that he knew exactly what she had.

After saying goodbye to Maze, they left the apartment and walked out into the night. Chloe headed towards her car, but Lucifer stopped suddenly.

She paused too and turned towards him. "Is…everything OK?" Is he changing his mind? Disappointment crept up on her.

"No, I was…I was thinking that we shouldn't take your car," he said.

Chloe frowned. "But your car isn't here… Wait, how did you even get here before?"

"Oh, I flew."

"You flew?"

"Yes, that's what wings are for."

Despite her gut telling her it was a bad idea, she crossed the distance separating them. "So how do you suppose we get to Lux if we're not taking my car?"

Too late did she answer her own question. Lucifer smirked, and before she could blink his arms were around her and they were suddenly in the air, the wind rushing past them.

Chloe let out a cry of surprise and wrapped her arms around Lucifer's neck, holding on for dear life. "Lucifer, what the Hell-?!"

"Hold on tight, Detective!" He changed direction, and Chloe let out another cry as she wrapped her legs around his waist and buried her face against him, eyes screwed shut. "You holding out OK?"

"Seriously?!" she yelled above the wind. "We're flying hundreds of miles above LA, and you're asking me if I'm OK?!"

"We'll be fine in a moment, Detective." His voice had taken on a soothing tone, and Chloe held onto his words and his promise months before that he'd never lie to her. Her grip on him tightened and she attempted to steady her heartbeat. She felt Lucifer swerve a couple more times before slowing to a steady glide, and his voice tickled her ear as he whispered, "You can open your eyes now."

She didn't want to at first. But then she realized that not only did she trust that it wasn't some kind of cruel joke, she trusted him with her life. They were probably hundreds of miles above the city, and yet she knew that he would never let her fall. In his arms, she was safe.

So Chloe opened her eyes. And gasped.

They were flying above the clouds and smog from the city, and it was apparently enough to block out the light pollution, because the stars above them were amazingly clear. It was a sight she rarely saw, having lived in the city all her life, only leaving upon the occasional family vacation. They were beautiful.

But not as beautiful as Lucifer's wings, spread out majestically as he glided on the wind. It was as they should be; strong and powerful in mid-flight, the wind ruffling them like an ocean wave, and the stars illuminating them in wonderful light.

When they passed by a cloud that was particularly white and fluffy, Chloe was brave enough to reach out with one hand and let it pass through. She laughed at the odd sensation her action created, and Lucifer chuckled along with her.

Soon they passed down through the clouds, and the city below became visible again. Chloe's fear of their great height had vanished, and turning slightly in Lucifer's arms, she gazed down at the beautiful city in awe. The sight was breath-taking.

Her head moved to rest against Lucifer's, and she heard his breath catch.

They began a slow descent towards the city, and Lucifer's wings began to pick up the pace. One minute they were high in the air, and then the next, they were stood on Lucifer's balcony.

"We have to do that again!" Chloe exclaimed. She let go of Lucifer and set her feet down, but suddenly felt the chill of the night air once she was away from him. Her arms wrapped themselves around herself instinctively, though the chill went away as quickly as it came when Lucifer circled his wings around her to block out the wind. The tips of his feathers gently grazed against her bare legs.

She giggled a little at the touch. It tickled.

"Ooh, like mother, like daughter. You're ticklish too, Detective." His grin was positively sinful.

Chloe's eyes widened, and when Lucifer took a step closer she bolted inside and silently thanked the fact that her work had taught her how to run in high heels.

Not that it helped. She barely made it past the couch before Lucifer caught up with her, catching her with his wings and creating a prison around her. A fluffy, white, completely unthreatening prison.

"Lucifer…" She couldn't even finish her sentence and laughed.

"Now…" he began, his grin widening. "What to do with you? So much…punishment to choose from…but I think…I know…"

In a flash his arms were around her, pressing her back against his front, and then his hands were everywhere; running over her skin and making her laugh out loud as he tickled her into submission. Chloe attempted to wriggle from his grasp, but he kept her firmly in place – though she admittedly didn't try that hard, as a small part of her never wanted to leave.

"Lucifer, stop!" she gasped out between laughs. He only chuckled before pressing his nose against her neck and rubbing, continuing the torturous tickling.

And then, ever so gradually, the tickling drew to a halt. Chloe remained in Lucifer's arms as she wondered why he'd stopped – but her unspoken question was answered when Lucifer buried his face further into her and kissed her neck with the deepest affection she'd ever felt in her life.

"Chloe…" He said her name like a prayer, and his touch was warm and gentle.

Something in his voice caught her attention, and she turned in his arms. She had to see his face. She had to.

And she found what she was looking for. His look of adoration as he gazed down at her was overwhelming.

He was a Fallen Angel. Ageless. God's once favourite Son. The Devil himself. The Mighty Morningstar.

And he was looking at her, a little mortal woman, like she could save him from the fiery pits of Hell.

He…he loves me.

"Chloe…" He leaned in closer, and then suddenly his lips were on hers, and he was kissing her like she was his only air in an eternal ocean, so desperate, yet so tender, and she kissed him back because how could she not?

"Lucifer…" She pulled back, needing air, and she felt his wings behind her keeping her close. "I'm not going anywhere," she assured him.

His smile was so sweet and gentle she almost cried. He leaned in again and dotted her face with little kisses, before pulling her close to him and burying his face into her shoulder. "You're the reason, Chloe. You're the reason I'm here; why I came here. I didn't know it at the time, but I came here looking for…a home. And that home is you. I love you, my darling. I'll never leave your side. I love you, I love you…"

For the first time in her life, Chloe felt…cherished.

It gave her the courage to admit that she'd already fallen.

"Lucifer…" He met her gaze, and she smiled at the depth of emotion in his dark eyes. "I love you, too."

The shock on his face, which changed into overwhelming happiness, was worth it.