#mcdeforyou

                              it was good to know that she, too, had to have some time to properly process the fact that lucifer was who he said that he was. not that it made him feel any better about the fact what he did,  because he has to presume that she didn’t also shoot him on sight -- but he might be wrong, considering she seemed aware of it far before daniel ever caught on.  

it takes a few weeks for him to say something   ---   for him to finally break down and voice what’s constantly on his mind. at first? it seemed like a little game. a new way to pass the time. a new means of stirring things up in the city of angels   ---   but something is different about her. this little job. playing cop. circling a dark-haired detective with dark eyes and a certain look about him whenever chloe comes around? it hasn’t settled right.  loyal   ---   but never one to stay silent when he’s worried. protective. even when it comes to humans and their little heart-eyes.

@mcdeforyou  /  smutty prompts with plot  /  accepting

his hands rest on her hips, fingers pressing against hipbones.  lips brush against the back of her neck, stubble scraping gently, heated breath raising little goosebumps on her skin.  lucifer is not above trying to distract chloe, even in subtle ways  —  he’s being a good boy, but only barely.  just because he’s not actively rocking up into her doesn’t mean he’s not trying to get her attention on him instead of her paperwork.  seated at his desk in the penthouse, with her sitting warm and heavy in his lap ;  heat pulses low in his core, aching where the double-ended toy is buried inside him, connecting the two of them.

                    something   feline   and   predatory   is   overwhelmingly   delighted   by   these   turn   of   events.   torches   light   in   her   presence   as   she   walks   down   the   cobbled   stairway   ,   the   human   girl   behind   her.   there   are   eons   worth   of   forgotten   liquor   down   here    ---    things   kept   both   for   entertainment   purposes   and   for   the   value   they   retain.   currency   loses   value   constantly   ,   but   mortals   always   crave   alcohol.   a   few   of   these   bottles   alone   could   refurbish   whatever   she   loses   in   some   human   stock   market   crash.   and   yet   despite   the   value   of   these   relics   ,   drinking   them   is   not   what   has   lilith's   tongue   tracing   the   curve   of   her   lips.   

                    it's   the   scent   that   follows   behind   her    ---    that   heady   smell   that   fills   the   queen's   nose   and   sets   her   stomach   grumbling.   she   could   almost   purr.   it's   almost   POETIC   how   things   always   end   here.   detective   decker   is   the   second   woman   god   has   tried   to   replace   her   with   ;   eve   was   the   first.   

                    they   both   ended   up   in   the   same   position.   finding   some   dark   ,   hidden   corner   heavy   with   the   scent   of   fruits   for   lilith   to   have   her   way   with.   both   secretly   eager   to   discover   what   lilith   could   do   with   her   tongue   ,   what   MAGIC   her   fingers   have   to   offer.   desperate   to   find   if   she   ,   too   ,   tastes   like   some   forbidden   apple.   lilith   cannot   blame   them   ;   she   is   a   work   of   art   to   be   admired   ,   as   intoxicating   as   the   wines   and   liquors   that   dot   these   stone   halls.   and   it   is   so   satisfying   to   take   what   god   has   created   to   spite   her    ---    to   take   it   and   make   it   scream   her   name.   to   make   it   worship   her.   

                this wasn’t a good idea. one of the things he had been trying to get off of his mind was her. he figures she must know that, too. being separated wasn’t easy, especially when there were still a lot of feelings that he had yet to let go. it was best for both of them to quit while they were ahead, because they were just creating more stress and pressure for each other, for trixie..  but he was still in love with her. that wasn’t something that just -- goes away all of a sudden. 

                they both still wanted to be friends. that’s what dan told himself,  at least.  it was the reason he accepted the invitation to hang out a bit after work back at her place since trixie had some after school club she’d be attending. and, perhaps he was the one who does slip up more often -- say things he quickly realizes afterwards were too forward, direct, things that were acceptable to say as a husband but not as a coworker, or even as a friend. 

                they were both tipsy now, which might be why he places a hand on her thigh after telling her that he really needed this -- a distraction, something that finally got his mind off of how frustrating lucifer everything has been recently. and she responds.. the way that she does, leaning in closer towards him until her mouth is pressed against his own.  and,  god,  it was like their mouths fit together perfectly -- her lips warm, mouth slightly agape and inviting.. 

                jesus christ.  it takes everything that he has to pull himself away. 

                ❛  ...  wait, ❜  hand comes up to place itself on one of her shoulders, pulling back so he’s able to actually look at her. ❛ i can’t do this knowing it’ll mean i’ll have to say goodbye. ❜  that might be a dick thing to say, it wasn’t like either of them were trying to officially get back together, or anything.. but he knows it’d feel the same, that he wouldn’t be able to let go again. 

‘You don’t look or sound fine.’ Soft protest is immediate, glancing down at her with the tenderness reserved only for those deemed special. These days, Chloe and Lucifer. How they’ve wormed their way inside his heart, and altered his perspective of existence he’ll never understand and yet he cannot deny the sheer bliss at being here. At being in love. ( It’s something that’s been forbidden. Taboo. ) To him, attachments have been nothing but excruciating. Like pushing salt into an open wound. What is the use in bonding when one has to grieve so horrifically? When time is limited? He has tried to save himself such needless suffering.

‘Chloe-’ He trails off, narrowing his eyes a fraction as he notices a familiar glint in her eyes; one that means trouble. The same sort she gets when she has some strategic scheme in mind at work. Lips pull into a frown, doing his best to give her the cold-shoulder. ( That infamous Pierce resting face - expression - settling on his features and yet, warm nails are now trailing across his jaw, teasing the bristles of his facial hair. ) A disgruntled sound leaves him, barely aware of her actual debate. Oh no, he’s smitten like a kitten, isn’t he? She and Lucifer. 

Lucifer - his internal voice calls.

Lucifer -she won’t listen to me - she’s trying to seduce me into letting her work-

      THE OPENING OF THE DOOR STILL CAUSED ALARM TOWARDS THE PHOENIX but despite her quick jump, her grip upon the cupcakes remained strong and with a blink, her bright emerald eyes looked upon the human the other side of the door. She looked angry? Would that be the correct word to use? Possibly frustrated at being kept down here? Still, the firebird offered a small smile and extended her arms and in turn, the plate of cupcakes as she offered the woman a small smile.

       “   Y   ---   yes, that’s me… I   ---   I thought you might like something to eat and, well, I know that not many eat food down here, and I also know that everyone likes a cupcake… or several… so I brought you a few.  ”    She was rambling again; her words quickly carrying off her tongue and filling the air as she breathed heavily, swallowing, and making a small face with scrunched up features.   “  Sorry   ---   I ramble… It happens when I’m nervous… I’m   ---   I’m also sorry that you’re stuck down here… I   ---   I don’t really want to be down here, either…  ”

@mcdeforyou  /  extensive nonverbal memes  /  accepting

he’s not sure why he ended up on the floor ;  sheer exhaustion from the latest case taking over, maybe, but that doesn’t explain why he’s leaned up against his desk on the floor instead of sitting in the chair.  it just feels better.  head down, he’s not expecting anyone to even notice him, much less join him  —  which is why the sound of footsteps and then fabric rustling has eli’s head jerking up in surprise.