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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.]

[ She watched that, tilting her head slightly before she shrugged and turned away from him again. ]

Fine, you're not jealous. It's better if you're not since you've got no reason to be jealous anyway. I'm not yours.

[ It wasn't an intentional bite, just a statement of facts. But she didn't mind the thought of it getting under his skin more than the evening already had. It was an odd reversal of roles to find herself not so bothered and him irritated, one that helped her see just how much he liked to push her buttons with the comments he made.

Sighing to herself, she left the room so she could head to her temporary bedroom to change clothes. ]

Aren't you?

[Said quietly into his glass, Lucifer staring down at the liquid as if it could tell him what he needed to know -- what he didn't even know he wanted to know. He lifted his gaze to watch her go, the dress shimmering over her and reminding him of previous conversations. Which just reminded him of previous interactions, specifically, that night.]

If he touches a hair on your head again, Detective, I'll gladly make it my mission to give him the adequate punishment for his sins.

[ She half expected him to appear in the doorway before she got out of the dress and was surprised when she managed to make it through changing her clothes entirely without so much as a sound outside of the door.

When she made her way back out to find him, she was wearing what she intended to sleep in - a t-shirt and pair of sleep shorts. What she slept in was the one thing she refused to budge on when it came to her wardrobe for her time on the case. ]

Ready to hear the plan for tomorrow?

[It was dreadful. It was as if she was attempting to be as unflattering to her form as possible, likely to spite him. What was even more dreadful? He found himself aroused. He wanted to slide his hand up under that tshirt and--]

I'm sorry, what?

[It seemed the devil could be distracted.]

[ If she honestly wanted to spite him, she would've gone for long sleeves and pants. As she was now, all she was aiming for was her own comfort. Something most of her wife wardrobe lacked.

She gave him a look as she dropped down on the couch. ]

The plan. For tomorrow. You know, when our favorite neighbor shows up for dinner.

Right. Well, I could eviscerate him, if you like. Or we could call Maze over.

[He brought his drink over to the chair alongside the couch, settling into it and watching her with an unknowing predatory glint to his eye. His gaze skimmed up over her legs, watching her as if he was picturing her naked -- which he was.]

No. And no. We're catching him and bringing him in.

[ The look had her staring at him in return before she shifted closer to him, leaning against the arm of the couch nearest to the chair he was in. There, she pulled her legs up on the couch as she waved a hand to try to regain his attention. ]

Stop looking at me like that and listen.

If he's slaughtering people in my name, I believe I should have a say in his punishment. It's only fair, after all.

[He sipped at his drink, watching her shift where she sat and smiling over at her.]

Looking at you like what?

You're having a hand in helping to catch him. That should be enough.

[ One elbow rested on the arm of the couch and she propped her jaw against her hand with a sigh. ]

Like you're thinking about anything happening between us again.

For him to sit in a jail cell and get three meals a day? That's hardly a punishment, Detective.

[He intentionally looked over her again, meeting her gaze with heat in his.]

I very much am and that's not likely to stop. In fact, I think it's for the good of your facade if something does happen tonight. We've been woefully quiet over here for newlyweds. I can't have it getting out that Lucifer leaves his bride unsatisfied. I have a reputation to maintain.

You don't get to decide what his punishment is, Lucifer. Please don't give me a real reason to pull my gun on you.

[ One that didn't involve falling for what he kept insisting was true. ]

What happened to getting me out of your system? You know what the sex is like. Doesn't that mean you can move on now?

[He ignored the first bit, watching her as she spoke instead, licking his lips before taking another sip of his drink.]

It seems it might take more than one go for that, not that I didn't expect that. I'm going to need more than once with you, Chloe. We haven't done everything yet, have we? So many positions to try, so many places to play... I've barely started with you.

You've had all you're getting with me. You really need to move on.

[ She straightened up and let her arm drop as she paused, allowing only a couple of moments before she switched subjects in hopes of keeping him from continuing on that one. ]

You should get back here earlier tomorrow. He's supposed to be here for six, but he might show up early. We only need to make it halfway through dinner because you're going to get a call and say you need to go back to the office so we can give him an opening.

What I need is you on top of me without that silly t-shirt on.

[His eyes drifted down to her breasts, picturing them as he remembered them and letting out a soft hum.]

I do hope you don't expect me to actually leave you here with him.

[ His comment went ignored, as did the look he gave her. It wasn't worth trying to get him to stop thinking about things. ]

I fully expect you to leave me here with him. He's not going to try anything if you're here looking at him the way you did tonight.

Good. Then maybe the new plan should be to get him alone with me. If he's doing this in my name, seems only fair. And who better to divulge his secrets to? We could have done that from the start, Detective. I'm wondering if you weren't looking for an excuse to tease me for days, in which case all you had to do was ask.

I need proof. Having him confess to you isn't going to do us any good if that's all we have connecting him to anything. If that was an option, we would've just questioned him in the beginning and been done without all of this.

[ She looked him over, shaking her head. ]

Maybe you shouldn't come back. I can act like you're working late instead.

And he would have lied to you. You know very well that wouldn't happen with me.

[He huffed, shaking his head and pointing a finger at her.]

Now look here, Detective. I think I've played along with this little charade very well. I was promised fun and adventure, maybe a little danger. Instead, I've gotten a sulky partner who refuses to even give me the pleasure of seeing her in something skimpy while I'm expected to smile and play nice and do nothing. I don't do nothing, Detective. I am the punisher. Like bloody hell I'm going to leave and not get to do something fun.

What part of the title "civilian consultant" sounds like "police officer" to you? You're not a cop, Lucifer. You're already more involved in this than you should be and that's only because my choices for partners were you or Dan and I'm not willing to risk something going wrong and leaving my daughter completely alone.

[ Her arms folded over her chest as she let out a frustrated sigh. ]

This isn't about you. If you want fun and adventure, look somewhere else.

Stuck in here for days with Detective Douche? I think not. You're welcome, by the way, for me saving you from a fate worse than death. I still don't know how you let that ferret faced weasel mount you enough to spawn with him. It boggles the mind.

I want what I was promised, and I was promised retribution. Though, again, we should be clear that technically, I'm allowing you in on my case, as it were. Anything done under my name falls into my domain.

It's like talking to a brick wall.

[ She stared at him, silent for a few moments before she pushed herself up from the couch. ]

If you do anything to screw this case up I'm going to make sure every case you work with me in the future is a petty robbery or break-in so you have to get your fill of excitement somewhere else.

I haven't screwed up any of your cases, Detective. In fact, I think you're being rather unfavorable about how much I have helped you.

[She got up and he lifted a brow.]

Where are you going? We're having a discussion, are we not?

You've come close every single time we've worked together.

[ She looked down at him as she moved away from the couch, intending to head to the kitchen. ]

I'm getting something to drink. I need a break from you.

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