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Nonsense. I don't get jealous. I cause jealousy, but I don't feel it. Feelings are for mortals.

[And yet... here he was, with her on his lap and feeling like if Henry lay a finger on her again, he'd rip it off and-- well. He'd do things that he'd best not get caught doing while he was on earth instead of back home.]

You keep saying that, but you can't see the way you react.

You really don't think you'll get jealous if I go back over there tonight? To apologize for how possessive my husband is and ask if he'd like to have a drink together?

[The grip on her thigh tightened, his eyes narrowing. Then he realized she was playing with him -- or he thought she was, and he relaxed.]

Funny, Detective, but I doubt those morals of yours would allow you to let one of your suspects get his hands all over you, even if only to rub it in my face. You want me, denial or not, and that took serious persuasion on my part. If you went over, it would only be to... what, test me? Do you really want to hinge your case on whether or not I'm susceptible to human emotions?

[ That grip tightened again and she nearly pulled an arm back to grab his wrist, only stopping herself when he relaxed again. ]

I didn't say anything about letting him get his hands all over me. I could just go over there to talk to him. To tell him about you. How much control you insist on having, how you work such long hours, how you get me expensive gifts to make up for how little time we spend together. That I suspect you're sleeping with some woman in your office and that's why you work into the night sometimes.

All of which are untrue. I've had one Luci-phony running around sullying my name, Detective. I'll not have a second such smear on it. You'll just have to wait to bat your lashes at him until tomorrow. After which I'll happily tear his head off. I could present you with his still beating heart, if you'd like.

For you, maybe, but it would be completely believable if I'm talking about my fake husband. The one who decided we were leaving a party because the host dared to touch me.

[ She rolled her eyes at the threat of tearing Henry's head off, shaking her head. ]

You're not going to be here if he tries anything.

Like hell I'm not. I'd very much like to see you try to keep me away from here when you're doing all the exciting stuff. That is why I agreed to do this, after all, and a deal's a deal.

Maybe we should be trying to get him to kill you instead if you want to be involved so much. I'm sure a knife to your throat won't be a problem, right?

Why do I get the feeling you'd like that? One little slip and oops, Lucifer's out of your life forever...

Though, probably not. Maybe. Maze is still rather mother-henny over me and if I can bleed, perhaps I can die. Wouldn't that be a laugh? The devil winding up waiting to go to hell.

[ Her eyes narrowed a little at that and she pulled one arm back, her hand sliding against the side of his neck. ]

Don't be an idiot. I think a lot of things about you, but I don't want you dead. I'd like to think that's clear by now.

You'd think wrong. I can't tell with you and it vexes me. Your motives are unclear, as are your feelings. You tell me you revile me, yet you crawl into bed with me in a moment of what I can only assume is weakness. You enjoyed it, I know that, yet the idea of doing it again seems to offend you, which leads me to believe I offend you, and as I've been nothing but honest with you, I can't understand why.

[ What he said made her glance down at where she sat in his lap, a sigh escaping her lips as she pulled her arms back and pressed her hands to the arms of the chair, sliding herself off of him to stand again. The irritation she felt was more at herself than him because he was right, as much as she hated admitted that even just to herself. ]

You're attractive and you have moments where you're not a complete ass. That night was... [ she paused as she really thought about it, a quiet huff coming out before she continued ] It was weakness and I was hoping to get you out of my system, just like I thought it would get me out of yours. I didn't think doing it again was going to come up before you got bored and moved on.

If I thought about things the same way you do then just a fling would be fine, but I don't. And I don't understand is why you're so stuck on me when all you want is sex and you've made it clear that you can get that from any woman you want.

[She moved and that frown came back, his hand moving to catch one of hers. He didn't pull, but he held her.]

Don't go...

[She did that. Got him all mixed up inside, then left him to mull over it alone. He'd come to the conclusion that he didn't enjoy it. He'd rather mull over it with her. He enjoyed her as a sounding board as much as he enjoyed her for other things.

But he did hear her, even if he didn't fully understand all these feelings flying around everywhere.]

You said you thought it would get me out of your system. Am I to understand it hasn't?

[ She remained standing, but didn't pull her hand from his once he was holding on to it. The request to stay kept her in place for the time being, even when the question that followed earned a humorless laugh. ]

No, it hasn't. It's hard to get you out of my system when I have to spend so much time with you.

[ Just having him as her partner was bad enough for that. Living with him for days was doing even less to help. ]

Then why not give in again? Once isn't always enough, Detective. Even I know that. I'd hoped it would be, but perhaps with you it might take a little longer.

[Of course, he had no idea that oftentimes, familiarity bred a different sort of need -- proven by his surprise at Carver's inability to shake his 'love' after months.]

[ The suggestion was enough to make her pull her hand from his with a look of disbelief before she turned to move away from him. ]

Did you listen to anything else I said?

[ Once she put some distance between them, she turned to face him again. ]

You have flings, Lucifer. I don't. I'm not sleeping with you again because I don't want to get attached to you. Why would I do that to myself?

[No. Space was not what he wanted just then. He moved to push himself up, starting over towards her.]

Because you want to. You say fling like it's a dirty word, Detective. It's not. It's part of having fun, of enjoying this small flicker of time you have in this world before you're taken from it. Why are some of you so very adverse to enjoying what you have?

[ She watched him, a hand coming up in front of her as if to tell him to stop before he made it any closer. ]

You're still not listening. All you're hearing is that you're still under my skin and you think more sex is the way to fix that. It might surprise you, but sometimes emotions are a thing when people are that close.

[He didn't want to stop. She kept that space between them when she started to feel something, when he started to feel something, and he didn't like it. His hand came up to hers, fingers wrapping around hers and trying to pull her in closer.]

So tell me about it. Make me understand, Chloe. Why is it that the devil, who's gone thousands of years without feeling much more than amusement, is suddenly having an existential crisis that you seem to be in the center of?

[ His fingers wrapped around hers and she felt the uptick in her heartbeat like a small jump in her chest. She found herself shaking her head even as she stood there with him, not making another immediate move to put space between them again. ]

You can't expect me to answer something like that. And if I could make you understand, I would. But I don't know what to say to make you get it.

Show me.

[He took another step, closing the distance, an intensity in his eyes as he tried so very hard to understand what it was she thought he couldn't.]

I'm not used to feeling... well, to feeling, and yet here I am, second guessing myself, talking to a therapist, and chasing you. You make me feel a fool half the time. You turn me down. You insult me. And yet for some inane reason, it make me want you more.

How am I supposed to show you?

[ She stared up at him as he spoke, taking it in. Then she shook her head again. ]

No. I'm not going to be your first venture into feelings that go deeper than lust. You've already said you don't do relationships and that's what feelings lead to, Lucifer. You're not used to having anyone push back and that's the only thing that's making you want more.

That's not entirely true. I've been thwarted before. I've just never... enjoyed it so thoroughly. And thanks to this new little development, Maze has become positively headstrong. Not to mention Amenadiel being a pain in my backside. But you, well, you are something to look forward to, aren't you.

You've been turned down before?

[ There was surprise at that, though there shouldn't have been. It was logical that he would've been turned down by other people before her. ]

I'm not something to look forward to, no.

Hello, someone hasn't been reading their bible, have they? Kicked out of Heaven? Denied by my own father? Ringing any bells?

[He let out an exasperated sound, his hand holding hers moving so that his fingers tried to fit through hers.]

But you are, Detective. Wondering what will happen around you is a constant state of pleasure for me. Even getting shot was worth it. You've no idea what millennium of the same old things can do to a body. You offer me new things. New experiences. New sensations. You make me want...

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