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[Chloe did her detective thing and Lucifer did his... Lucifer thing. He smiled at the looks of the wives and girlfriends of the others there, keeping up a quick rapport with Henry about the sanctity of a strong marriage and the joys one could find in them.]

Of course, there's marriage and then there's marriage, isn't there. It's mostly for the legality, all that form signing and contractual obligation and whatnot. They seem to frown more on having fun while married than if you're merely 'dating'. I almost miss the seventies and the swingers era.

[ It wasn't long into their conversation that the woman's attention was taken up by Lucifer as well, much like every other woman in the room. Her boyfriend - or husband, she hadn't gotten to asking what their relationship was - took a little longer to notice the loss of his companion's input as he pointed out and named the people in the room he knew for Chloe.

When he finally did realize it, she excused herself to let the two of them talk, instead getting the drinks she'd left to get in the first place so she could return to Lucifer and offer his to him. ]

I'd like to borrow my husband, if that's okay. [ Another smile was all Henry got before she was hooking a hand around Lucifer's arm to pull him away, all too aware of the amount of attention they were getting. ]

What can I say? She misses me when I'm gone all day.

[He gave Henry an almost apologetic look before following after Chloe, an arm in her grip and a drink in his free hand.]

Ooh, are we going off to play hookey in the bathroom? I'm all for that, my darling.

[They passed a few of the guests, two of the women giving him 'that look', the one he knew meant if he offered an invitation, they'd take him up on it. Likely in said bathroom. Something to mull over as he tried to figure out what bee had nested in Chloe's bonnet to have her dragging him off like this.]

[ Those looks were exactly the problem and she led him along until they were out of sight. Once they were, she tugged him closer, intending to at least make it look like something was going on in case anyone followed them. Her hand went up to his neck to drag him down to her as her lips neared his ear instead. ]

Can't you turn that attraction thing off for an hour? You're going to piss off every man in the room if their dates can't keep their eyes off of you.

[ And it was going to look a little odd if his 'wife' was the only woman in the room who was capable of not looking at him like that. ]

[She pulled him in and he obligingly let her, his freed arm moving to slide around her waist and pull her in closer--

and then he heard what she was saying and let out a disappointed sigh.]

It is what it is, darling. I can't 'turn off' being who I am. It's hardly my fault their men can't keep them satisfied enough to not wonder how green the grass is on the other side of the fence. It's to my everlasting despair that you don't look at me like that, especially since you know just how green that grass is.

[His hand slid a little further up her back, nose nudging her ear.]

You almost sound jealous -- as a good wife should. Feel free to start a catfight. I'd be more than happy to see that dress sacrificed for the greater good.

[ It had been worth a shot, though she'd never seen him actively trying to make women look at him the way they did. It was different from him questioning their desires - both of which she'd witnessed enough times to know he was being honest about not being able to turn it off.

So she offered no counter on it as anything they would start into would sound like a newlywed already having trouble as a couple. It was something that would've been easy to use to their advantage, but she preferred not going that route to get closer to her suspect.

Still, she didn't immediately pull away from him, even as his nose nudged against her ear. ]

I'm not jealous. [ The statement was punctuated with a sharp nip to his earlobe, her way of taking advantage of his offer to bite back. Then her lips brushed against the same spot as she continued. ] If you sleep with any of them, make sure they're single or their dates are okay with it.

[ With that, she slowly pulled herself back and moved to return to the party. Because maybe, maybe, there was a tiny bit of jealousy there that she wasn't willing to own up to. ]

[He sucked in a quick breath at the bite, hand pressing her closer for a moment from the tease. Then her words filtered through and he found himself frowning at her. And to make it worse, she moved away, taking that lovely mouth and warmth with her and making him feel like a petulant five year old.]

If I'm sleeping with anyone, de-- darling, it'll be you. Unless you'd like to add extras to the mix.

[That idea was intriguing, enough so that the frown vanished as he moved to follow after her, fingers lifting to trail along the curve of her neck as he took a sip of his drink. It wouldn't be the first time he'd been hit on while his attentions were directed at the detective; the player party came to mind, but after their night together, he felt he had more of a chance to succeed, and he had no intention of giving that up yet.]

I like when you get jealous. You're incredibly sexy when you look like you might punch someone in the face -- other than me, that is.

We're not adding anyone to the mix.

[ She bit back another comment as she walked away, though it wasn't long before he was behind her and that brush of fingers was enough to earn a slight shiver. The attention he got didn't bother her, really. She'd seen it happen almost every time the two of them were together and she was used to it by that point.

Though the rest of the times hadn't involved pretending to be married to him. And most had been before she'd known exactly why women gave him the looks they did. ]

I'm not jealous. [ She glanced at him as they came back into view of other people, her attention settling on him instead of the rest of the party as they remained out of earshot of most. ] What were you and Henry talking about earlier?

No need to lie, darling. You've my full attention, particularly when I'm fully at attention.

[His smile was brilliant as he settled alongside her, hand resting at her waist in that proprietary way men had of staking their claim without bashing others over the head. 'Mine. No touching allowed', that hand said, and while Chloe might claim not to be jealous, that didn't stop the looks of jealousy from being directed at her by the other women in the room.]

Oh, you know, this and that. Love and marriage and the swinging sixties and how helpful he's been in getting you sorted.

[ Oh, how she wanted to roll her eyes at him.

She settled for a soft sigh as she leaned into him, her gaze turning to wander the party as she ignored the looks she was getting. If anything was worse than that much attention on him, it was that much attention on her. And she was sure that he was enjoying it regardless. ]

We're only staying for another half an hour. Before we go, I'm inviting him to have dinner with us tomorrow.

[ Because if the rest of the party were part of the cult, she was sure her position as victim number four was already lined up. And she intended to test that as soon as possible. ]

As you like. Does that mean you'll be cooking? Can you cook? I don't know if I fully trust a woman who doesn't have the basics in her kitchen.

['The basics' being truffle oil. Still, he didn't look the least bit upset with her leaning against him, playing into the little act by kissing the top of her head.]

I can bring you home something pretty tomorrow. That's what husbands do for their little housewives, isn't it? What do you say to a little bit of flash? Diamond earrings would be lovely, or perhaps a sapphire necklace? That would certainly bring out your eyes. I do enjoy you in blue.

That means you'll be cooking, dear husband.

[ How he managed to make her go from being somewhat jealous to wanting to strangle him was amazing. But the comment he made was enough to make her close her eyes and take a breath until that urge passed and she was just left with the distasteful thought of being his housewife. ]

If you're going to bring something home, make sure it's something I don't have to return once this is over. Flowers, maybe.

[ She lifted her head to glance up at him, smiling as she did. ]

I'm going to talk to Henry. Go mingle.

If a man can't gift his wife with something pretty, this world is a very bleak and unsatisfying place.

[Of course she'd push the cooking off on him, but truly, he didn't mind. It was one more of those little things that he felt proved to her he was more than just a dashingly good looking face.

She lifted her head and he crooked a finger under her chin, mouth moving close enough to almost kiss, but not quite. The tease of it was there, his thumb stroking over her chin.]

Enjoy. Don't leave me too long, someone might try to abscond with me to their bed. Several someones, by the look of it.

[ She let out a quiet laugh at that, resisting telling him to save it for if he ever actually got married.

The tease of a kiss had her entire attention, but that did little to stop her from feeling the way some of the other women in the room were looking at her. If looks could kill and all...

Those stares would be the excuse she used, if she needed one, for the way she closed the space between them to press a kiss to his lips. ]

If you disappear, I'm locking you out of our apartment tonight.

[He smiled when she drew back from the kiss, which he felt had ended far too quickly.]

I've no intention of doing any such thing. I've an agenda tonight, and it involves you. That, of course, goes double for you. No slipping away with certain someones without letting me know. Either so I can thrash him for hitting on my wife, or for trying to add you to his collection.

Then you should consider keeping an eye on your wife, shouldn't you?

[ She smiled back at him before pulling away, giving him one last look before she moved away from him and walked off to seek out Henry. ]

It seems I should.

[Said more to himself than her, eyes fixated on the way her hips swayed when she walked and how he knew they looked without that blue fabric covering them.

Before she'd gone far, two of the other women at the party came over to try to catch his attention, and while he was his usual charming and flirtatious self, his eyes indeed did keep wandering over to find his 'wife', the looks of displeasure that brought to his companions completely missed by him.]

[ Henry was in the middle of talking to a small group of guests when she approached and joined them with a smile. But it didn't take long for the conversation to wind down and the rest of them to disperse, leaving her alone with him.

The conversation was deliberately flirtatious, something she was surprisingly decent at despite how little she put it into practice for herself. She touched his arm, leaned in closer at times, laughed at jokes that weren't funny.

Then, after he'd reached out to push her hair back over her shoulder, she smiled and admitted that they needed to leave, offering up the invitation to dinner the following night as she did. ]

[Oh, he was watching; watching her bat those lashes at another man and not entirely enjoying the sensation in his chest. There was a very real urge to go over and turn Henry's head round the other way, or quite possibly remove it all together.

It wasn't until he saw the man reach out and actually touch her that those feelings won out over pride, Lucifer untangling himself from the touches and bodies around him, making his way over to stand alongside Chloe, arm sliding around her waist and tucking her in against him as he gave Henry a smile with a bit of an edge to it.]

Lovely party, but I'm afraid I've got to steal this one away for the evening. No rest for the wicked.

[ If he'd come over any earlier, she might've considered it a bad thing. But his timing was perfect for once, though she could see the edge to Lucifer's smile and the look Henry gave him in return. ]

See? We have to run. But we'll be expecting you tomorrow night.

[ She said her goodbyes to him and to a couple of others before Henry insisted on leading them to the door and seeing them out, something she agreed to despite wanting to put space between him and Lucifer.

It wasn't until they were in the hallway again, the door closed behind them as she led them back to their apartment, that she spoke. ]

If I didn't know better, I'd think you were jealous back there.

[She made their goodbyes and they both smiled and left and out in the hallway, she made her ludicrous statement and he laughed.]

Jealous? Me? Ridiculous. I'd merely prefer not to have my pretend wife pawed at by someone whose hands should be fed to them, that's all. Honestly.

[Though, the suggestion bothered him if only because he had no real idea of what jealousy was, beyond what others did in the name of it. Fact was, he couldn't quite name half the feelings he'd been feeling since Chloe had walked into his life and that left him a little short.

He went over to their door, opening it and holding it for her.]

Well then? Do you plan on living out here?

[ Her eyes widened slightly after he spoke, a clear edge of irritation remaining with him despite the two of them being away from the person who had caused it to begin with. He was usually so quick to shift back to witty exchanges or being suggestive that she was momentarily left quiet.

Then he held the door and her eyebrows arched as she stepped inside after him, waiting until they were closed inside and alone to speak. ]

You're jealous. [ It was a statement rather than a question and she still looked surprised by it as she shook her head, turning to move deeper into the apartment only pausing to remove her shoes. ] I can't believe you're jealous.

[He laughed. An abrupt and harsh sound as he locked the door behind her, moving to get one of the ubiquitous bottles of alcohol he'd insisted they bring if he was doing this.]

I'm no such thing. What am I supposed to be jealous of? That some supposed murdering psychopath is going to sweep you off your feet? Don't be ridiculous, Detective.

[There was a bite to his words he wasn't paying attention to, pouring himself a drink, the frown still fixed to his face.]

Mm, of course you're not. And that's why you don't want your pretend wife being pawed at by another man.

[ She turned back toward him, moving closer as he poured his drink and catching sight of the frown on his face as she did. His refusal wasn't much of a surprise considering her own, but it was the way that he seemed irritated by the accusation that got her. ]

You wouldn't be so bothered by this if you weren't.

I'm not bothered. I'm... bothered by the fact you'd suggest I'm jealous. I'm the devil. The devil doesn't get jealous because he doesn't need to be.

[And why was that? Because the devil usually got whatever he wanted, Chloe being the rare exception in that she could, and did, say no to him. That she could choose another, implying he wasn't good enough. His eyes narrowed as he tipped back the glass, finishing the first drink and immediately pouring another.]

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