A/N: Thank you all for your follows, favorites and kind words! Here is the smutty conclusion. I was hoping for sexy and not graphic, I hope I hit my mark.

Italics: thoughts

Once again, these lovely characters are not my own. Please don't sue.

WARNING: This chapter contains serious smut and some foul language.

Seriously, if you are offended by rough language or sexual scenes, DO NOT PROCEED. You have been warned.

Dinner was quick, but pleasant. It may have been the few bills Lucifer slipped the host, and then the waiter, to make sure things went swiftly but amazingly. Chloe never saw either transaction. Chloe was intrigued when Lucifer declined to order a second bottle of wine. With each of them only getting the typical two glasses from the first bottle, she assumed the heavy drinker would tie on a few more.

"I want to have all of my faculties about me this evening," he explained when she asked. It felt like a promise to Chloe. She crossed her legs under the table and found his leg. She used her instep to caress up his calf.

In almost a Rom-Com stereotype, he immediately asked for the check. Chloe leaned forward, placing her hands on his thighs, and the angle providing a generous view of her cleavage. "I'm ready for dessert, if you are," she told him in a rather husky whisper.

When the waiter arrived, Chloe reached for the bill, but Lucifer swooped in and shook his head at her. He never opened the billfold to look at the check, just slipped in a generous amount of cash and handed in back to the waiter. He stood up immediately at the waiter's departure, offering Chloe a hand to her feet.

She pulled his face close to her's and planted a deep kiss. When she let go, Lucifer was out of breath. "We better go," he encouraged her.

"Better not get carried away here, I suppose." Chloe was a little breathless too. Before she knew it, Lucifer had maneuvered them through the front door and into the waiting car. Lucifer slipped the valet a tip on his way to the driver's seat.

She leaned against his shoulder and rubbed her hand on his thigh as he drove them back to his place. He sped the whole way home, though he glided in and out of the cars on the road so smoothly, you were almost unaware of the the speed.

This is unreal. This is REALLY happening. Months I've waited, she's finally come to me. On her own. The beast within him hummed its contentment. It was never supposed to happen under his angelic influence. For this to mean anything at all, she had to do this on her own terms, and here they were, pulling up to his building.

Lucifer moved quickly out of his car, to open Chloe's door before the buildings' valet could do the honors. "Keys are in it," he told the valet as he was opening the passenger door.

This is really happening. I just...it doesn't feel weird like I thought it would. Chloe was wrapped in her thoughts on the elevator ride to his apartment. Lucifer had his arm around her waist. He saw her lost in thoughts, but instead of her usual thinking scowl, she looked almost happy.

He decided to ask anyway. "You okay in there?" He softly touched her temple. He guided her from the elevator into the foyer of his apartment.

"Oh, yes. I was just thinking about how we got here. You know? How just a few months ago I would have told anyone they were absolutely insane to suggest this would happen, voluntarily."

"Oh, don't hold back Detective. Please, tell me how off-putting you find me." He looked a little hurt and had her at arms length. Plus, she noticed, it was the first time tonight he called her Detective.

She felt bad. That's not what she intended. She definitely didn't mean to offend him. She looked at him, apology in her eyes and sighed softly. She put her hands on his shoulders, his broad, muscular shoulders. She was getting distracted. Words first, Chloe; action later.

"Lucifer," she softly spoke, looking into his eyes, "You are truly one of a kind. And I don't regret this for a moment. The only thing I regret is not figuring this out sooner." She was the epitome of sincere, and he knew her words were genuine.

He smiled and kissed her forehead. Then her cheek, then her lips. The warmth from her lips seared his skin, sending proverbial flames throughout him. He gently part his lips and stroked her bottom lip with his tongue. He was rewarded with a very sexy moan and a parting of her lips. He delicately worked his tongue into her mouth, and stroked her tongue with his own. When he momentarily retreated his tongue, she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and nibbled gently. She was rewarded with a soft groan from him this time.

He pulled away, and looked at her. Her eyes still closed, her lips swollen from such a strenuous workout. She slowly opened her eyes and the locked them on his. He purred.

He blinked purposefully and cleared his throat, "Would you care for a drink? Perhaps a seat?" he gestured to the sofa.

"Directions," she replied.

Directions? What an unusual thing to say, Lucifer thought.

She saw his confusion. "To the bedroom. I want directions to the bedroom." She looked up at him with genuine desire and seduction, not the hollow, vapid horniness he got from his many other bedroom guests.

"Allow me," he spoke into her ear, as he swept her off her feet, carrying her in his arms toward the room in question. She giggled. "Think you'll remember the way?" He asked her as they entered into his bedroom.

"I think I'll be able to find my way in the future," she assured him, not only of her directional capabilities but of a future. This wasn't a one-time itch to scratch. She meant this. And it didn't scare him, not really. It seems he and the beast were in agreement, she was in charge from this moment on. He kissed her, briefly but powerfully. He laid her on the bed and turned toward the entrance. He closed the bedroom door, not that he needed to, he lived alone. He wanted to assure her that this was it. He didn't need a way out, his decision was the same as hers.

She was reclined, legs crossed at the ankles and her upper half propped up on her elbows. She had a sexy little smile on. No smirk right now, things were too real.

Lucifer walked toward her. "Shall I put on some lights?"
"I can see you perfectly right now, don't bother," Chloe replied licking her lips. The light from the city shined through the large, panoramic windows.

"Oooo hoo hoo," was as much of a sentence as Lucifer could put together. In his last steps toward the bed he removed his cuff links and put them in his trouser pocket.

Lucifer leaned in over the bed. His tall framed put him almost face to face. He stepped out of his shoes and straddled Chloe, and now the were face to face. But he still wasn't touching her. From head to toe, there was no contact. Just body heat pouring off of him over her. He leaned closer, and before she could meet his lips with hers, he swerved. He brought his mouth next to the skin of her neck; Lucifer inhaled deeply, and gently blew his hot breath on her skin. She arched her back at the sensation, her chest brushed the edges of his jacket. He ghosted across her skin, not touching it, but the heat of his body made his continued presence known. He did the same on the other side, inhaling her, and his warm breath caressed her neck. Instead of arching, this time she moaned.

"Oh Chloe, if I could hear that for eternity, I would." His voice was soft, if you were a few feet away, you wouldn't have heard it. It was just for her.

He finally touched her, brushing her hair behind her ear, and leaning down for a kiss. Waves of heat crashed over them both. They had far too much clothing onion such heat. Lucifer undid the knot on Chloe's halter dress, at the back of her neck. He ran his hands down the sides of her body, feeling every luscious curve and peeling off her dress.

"You are gorgeous," he told her. She was lying in red and black lace panties, since the halter dress prevented the wearing of a bra. She slipped her black heals off, one hit the floor and other, judging by the sound, landed on at least one of Lucifer's shoes.

"Well, now you're overdressed," Chloe told him with a smile.

She reached down unbuttoned his vest and un-tucked his shirt. She pulled them up toward her, over his head.

"Why bother with more buttons, hmm? Good time saver." He chuckled, she threw the shirt and vest somewhere toward the door.

He leaned back, propped up on his knees and started to undo his buckle. But was stopped by her hands. She kneeled opposite him, keeping her eyes locked to his, she undid the belt and the trouser button. Lucifer pulled her into a kiss and dipped her onto the bed. From there he slipped off everything below the waste. Chloe moved her head into an angle, trying to look down, past her breasts, to see him.

"You forgot what I look like? My, Chloe, I'm a little disappointed," Lucifer was playing mock-hurt.

"I spent the first look pretending not to look, remember?"

"Pretending?! You little minx!"

He righted himself, kneeling again on the bed. "Happy now?"

"Yes, very," was all she said before, quicker than he thought humans moved, she grabbed him by the back of his neck, and the two came crashing down on the bed.

His tongue invaded her mouth, one arm propped his weight up, his other hand was cupping her breast, kneading it. He pinched her nipple and she gasped.

"Oh, like that did you?" He broke away to take her nipple between his teeth, taking turns between sucking into his mouth, kneading it with his teeth and teasing it with his tongue. Chloe was unable to speak, resorting to moans and the occasional cry of pleasure.

He switched, and took the other nipple in his mouth. Paying just as much attention. To it, sucking that beautiful nipple into his mouth, making her moan.

He slipped his free hand down her side, and re-discovered she still had panties on. Lucifer didn't even break his stride, continuing to nibble and tease her nipple, while his deft fingers slipped them off of her, with a coordinator effort from Chloe.

Once she was free from her lace confines, Lucifer trailed his tongue and lips down her body. He found her wet already and took a second to breathe in her scent as worked his long, slender fingers around her hips and thighs.

He began to lick her slowly, taking his time, though she wriggled and groaned for more. He wanted to savor this first taste.

"Lucifer," she hungrily called his name. He knew she needed release, and he was just the man to do it.

He returned, with amore focused effort, applying pressure to her tender clitoris. As she progressed farther and farther down the trail of ecstasy, he began to suck her into his mouth and continue stroking it with his tongue. This seemed to please Chloe, because within movements her hips bucked and she screamed out "Oh fuck!" After a moments pause, he ran to the bathroom and washed his face.

She smiled at him, in a gentle sort of way. "What?" He asked.

"You're sweet." He still looked confused. "The bathroom, that's sweet."

He shrugged his shoulders as a response. She kissed his, passionately.

Chloe explored the toned muscles body of the man. Angel?

She ran her hand down to his pelvis. She found him still very erect, ALL of him. She took his shaft in her hand and he made a pleased "hiss" sound for her attentions. He positioned himself above her, straddling her once again, his cock still in her hand. She rubbed hm against her hot, wet opening and positioned him at her entrance. He slowly pushed his way in, giving her time to relax around him and make room for all the continued to follow.

When he was all the way in, he made a grunt in the back of his throat. "My Chloe, you feel absolutely amazing."

She covered her eyes with one of her hands.

"No, no. Don't do that. You are sheer and utter bliss."

He removed her hand from her face and kissed the inside of her wrist. She rewarded him with contracting her muscles.

"Oooh," was all he could say.

He continued to kiss and lick her wrist, and started gently thrusting back and forth into her warmth.

She started moaning, and he began to shortly after. As their tensions built, he had to reposition, putting his hand on either side of her head. She too repositioning, rotating her hips up, giving him deeper access to her. He started thrusting faster. Her moans shifted to "oh's." Lucifer shifted his weight to one hand, and slid the free one between her legs. He massaged her clitoris as he continued to thrust into her, their efforts getting more urgent. It wasn't long after his hand joined in that she was over the edge.

"Oh Lucifer!" She shouted.

Her muscles contracted around him, her heat enticing him over the end. He came with a guttural groan. She felt him empty himself inside her.

"Chloe, you are amazing," and I love you.

"You're telling me. Holy hell." She giggled, it really was the best she's ever had.

"Shower?" He offered. "Room for two?" He waggled his eyebrows at her.

"I can't barely stand right now, I'm not sure I could survive Round 2."

"How about just a shower buddy then? For safety." He smiled.

"Oh, alright," she relented.

"I'll get it warmed up." He hoped out of bed with inhuman-like energy for a mad who just had that level intensity sex.

Wow. That was, amazing. He's amazing… Not just in bed. Wow…Wow.

"I think I love him," escaped her brain as actual words, at just a whisper.

Inside the bathroom, there was a fallen angel with excellent hearing.

Fin.

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