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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.

I merely go about things a different way. The objective is the same, darling.

[A drink? Really? Well... that was new.]

Nonsense. We've hardly spent any time together at all, what with you shooing me off to work and then 'mingling' at the party. Isn't this where I ask how your day was? What the little missus did while daddy was gone?

[ There was a moment where she considered answering him, but his final question earned a disgusted look instead as she shook her head and walked away from him and off into the kitchen instead.

Alcohol wasn't something she typically indulged in on the job, but given that she was bound to go to sleep soon and nothing was happening until the following day, one glass wasn't going to hurt. Not if it meant helping her cope with dealing with him. ]

What, no sharing? Was it that boring? Or are you worried I'll get 'jealous'?

[Said with an almost laugh. Really. Him. Jealous. Hilarious.]

[ When she returned, she was holding a short, half-filled glass that she took a drink from without immediately returning to her seat. ]

You don't get jealous, remember? I'm sure you're not jealous that he's spent more time with me here than you have. Or that I've been playing pretend with him more than I have with you. That would be ridiculous.

I'm not jealous, no [bordering very closely to a lie, though more out of ignorance than intent], but I suppose it depends on what you've been doing. I haven't been cuckolded, have I? I may just have to go over and be righteously angry if that's the case.

You have. Sleeping with the suspect was my plan the whole time. How'd you figure it out? [ Her eyes were fixed on him as she moved closer. ]

Have you never felt jealous before? Or do you just not know what it is?

Of course I haven't. What have I to be jealous of? Honestly.

[He laughed, because really, Chloe. Him? Jealous? King of hell? Please. Though, her question did make him look back up at her.]

Why do you keep asking that?

That's what I'd like to know. You get everything you want. You shouldn't be jealous of anyone.

[ She came to a stop in front of him, one of her legs bumping against one of his. ]

Because I know what jealousy feels like and you reacted like a jealous person earlier.

[His hand was on his knee, close to her leg when she bumped it with hers, and he didn't even think about the fact that he leaned forward enough to close his fingers around her. Just a light touch, resting his hand on her more than holding her as he looked up.]

What have I to be jealous of?

[The way he asked it, the inflection in his voice made it sound as if he was genuinely asking her. He looked confused, uncertain for one of the few times in his long life, and it was all because of her.]

[ The touch, while surprising, didn't bother her. She had more than enough room to keep her distance if she wanted to avoid his hands and she'd moved closer to him.

She found herself looking down at him, meeting his eyes as she took in the look he was giving her. Confusion was rare for him and she found herself surprised once more as she shook her head slightly. ]

I don't know, Lucifer. You don't think I'm yours, do you?

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