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[thevulnerability]

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// carve your name into my bedpost //

[thevulnerability]

It's still dark when she wakes up. Chloe isn't sure what even woke her in the first place, and it takes a moment to get her bearings, her eyes narrowing so she can make out familiar shapes in the muted light.

Right. They stayed at his place in De Chima. He has his own house, he's not squashed together with too many roommates. Chloe doesn't like the place very much. It lacks the elegant warmth of his place back in LA - because, for as stuffy as the penthouse could feel compared to her own cluttered apartment, it was still filled with him. His memories, his keepsakes. This place doesn't feel the same.

At least the bed is comfortable.

Chloe lets out a sigh and turns over, seeking out the cool part of the pillow and hoping it will lull her back to sleep. She wishes she could make this feel like home, for his sake. But they both have their own places, their own jobs, with cities between them. Hell, it took them weeks to even get to the point where she was staying with him overnight. Maybe they both took "taking it slow" to an extreme. Or maybe they were just learning how to appreciate each other in ways they will never have the opportunity to at home.

Abandoning any hopes for her pillow, Chloe pushes herself closer to him and rests her head on his chest, shuttering a sad breath and screwing her eyes shut. She doesn't want to wake him up and she's determined not to cry so, instead, she just tries to concentrate on how soft his bare skin is against her cheek, his rhythmic breaths lulling her towards comfort.

[hisfavoriteson]

He's not as asleep as he seems to be. He had been, but he woke up when he felt her moving in the bed next to him. It's not like it's strange for him to have a companion, but the bed has been empty since he arrived here, and he'd been getting used to that. Not that he minds having her here; far from it.

This isn't the first time she's been up against him like this either, but this time is different. They're not just friends now. They're more than that, and he wants to savor every moment of that, because he knows that one day he won't have it anymore.

He's silent for while before he breaks that silence. "Chloe?"

[thevulnerability]

His voice shatters the silence she was trying to hide in, but she appreciates it. It grounds her, reminds her that she isn't alone here, in the same way that his arms around her do. She doesn't just spend the night with him because it's convenient.

"Sorry," she whispers, her fingers brushing over his chest tenderly. She presses a kiss to his chest. "I didn't mean to wake you up. Go back to sleep."

[hisfavoriteson]

"I'm not tired." As soon as he says it, he knows it's true. If he were that tired, he wouldn't have woken up in the first place. "Are you having trouble sleeping?"

[thevulnerability]

"A little," she admits. "I don't know what woke me up. I think..." Chloe sighs, propping herself up on her elbows to look at him. "I think I'm just homesick."

[hisfavoriteson]

He's not surprised. This isn't the first time they've had a conversation like this. "Of course you are. That's where your life is. Your urchin, a job that doesn't require you to wear a shapeless lump of a uniform. What's not to miss?"

[thevulnerability]

"I don't think I looked that bad in the uniform," she pouts, readjusting so she can rest one of her hands on his chest, her fingers brushing thoughtless shapes against his skin. "You don't think I'm being ungrateful, do you?"

[hisfavoriteson]

"You didn't. You look good in anything." He might be a little bit biased, but that's how he sees it. "Ungrateful? You didn't choose to come here and leave all of that behind. It makes sense that you would miss it." Someone else who has something to miss would understand it, anyway.

[thevulnerability]

"You're only saying that because you think I look best naked," she points out, but the compliment is exactly what she needs. Chloe hates dumping all of this on him because she knows, at his heart, he can't really understand it. Sure, she imagines he misses LA, and Maze, and even probably his brother. Certainly Ella and Linda. But it's not the same as her missing Trixie. And he knows that as well as she does.

Still, he's her boyfriend. That means they have to talk about the hard things sometimes, too.

"If you weren't here, I don't know what I'd do."

[hisfavoriteson]

"You do. Is there something wrong with that?" He doesn't see anything wrong with it and doesn't see why she should, either. Especially if it gets her to be naked more often.

"Then it's good that I'm here. That we both are. It wouldn't be the same without you."

[thevulnerability]

That warms her, right down to her core. She shifts up the bed, hovering over him before she drops down and presses her lips against his. It's a slow kiss, long and soft, because she needs the reminder that he's there and he's real and this is real.

When she pulls away, her hand drifts tenderly over his cheek. "I love you, Lucifer."

// c'mon angel, my heart's on fire //

[thevulnerability]

Against all odds, they managed to finish the date.

It was a close call, though. It started with the waiter screwing up the appetizers, which would have been fine in of itself. But then, a glass tipped and spilled red wine down her sleeve, his order didn't even come out on time, and by the time she finally got to tuck into that delicious looking steak, it had gone cold. By dessert, there was a proposal-gone-wrong to their left and a screaming child to their right. Chloe wasn't sure she ever had a more awkward date than this one and, from the look on Lucifer's face, he would probably agree.

By the time they got back to the penthouse, Chloe had taken off the new shoes she hadn't bothered to break in, the straps dangling by one finger, her mouth curved into a pout. It had been their first real date--their only real date--since he came back from Hell. It was something neither of them believed they could ever have. It was supposed to be quiet, romantic. Instead, it had been abysmal.

The elevator doors opened and she followed him into the penthouse, eyes downcast. This hadn't been what she imagined it would be at all. So, she figured it wouldn't end the way she imagined it would, either.

"Do you have any seltzer?" she asked, leaning against the bar once they were inside. "I should try and blot this out before it stains."

[turnanythingon]

Strangely, Lucifer hadn't been overly upset about the way things had gone. Irritated, yes. But the fact that they finished the date together and there had been no grievous harm to anyone in the evening, and no work or family business had called either of them away, it strangely felt like a win. He had, of course, blamed his father for at least a few of the things that had gone wrong. Sheer, stubborn, spiteful determination kept him from giving up early.

He went immediately to the bar, himself, in dire need of a proper drink, though. Once he finished pouring it, he pulled out a fresh, unopened bottle of seltzer water for her. As he set it down, a light smile played over his lips. Seeing that look on her face made him decide he was going to finish this night in a way that would ensure their botched date would be a distant memory.

"Or you could just take it off." He wasn't going to tell her he'd quietly ordered her a replacement on his phone. That would be a surprise for another day.

[thevulnerability]

She had been halfway through reaching out for the bottle of seltzer when he spoke, and to say that her mind came to a screeching halt was probably an understatement. It wasn't as if Lucifer hadn't said things like this to her in the past, but they hadn't been dating when he said those things, and she hadn't been hoping to hear them. Her fingers brushed thoughtfully over the glass seltzer bottle as she pulled away, her mouth making the decision before her brain had time to catch up.

"Okay," she heard herself say, and she could swear her voice was shaking. Chloe forced herself to look at him, knowing that her cheeks were probably already pink with embarrassment. "Yeah, I like that idea better."

[turnanythingon]

He was rather surprised when she agreed so easily. He'd expect at least a bit more warm up before they got to the stripping. But it faded to a soft smile as he leaned on the bar, watching her with blatant anticipation. It wasn't even about the shirt, or the promise of what followed. It was that color in her cheeks. He found it endearing, especially since he knew she wasn't shy or inexperienced.

"We'll trade. One for you, one for me." As he took a sip from his glass, he started to slowly unfasten the buttons of his own shirt, his suit coat already removed somewhere between the car and the penthouse.

[thevulnerability]

Although she hadn't intended to acquiesce so easily, she's finding herself glad that she did. If he hadn't said anything, she may have left. For some reason, she imagined their first time together would follow a perfect, romantic evening, free from any complications or inconveniences.

But life didn't really work out that way. The only important factors to the equation were her, and him. And he was already taking off his shirt.

Chloe took a deep breath and raised her fingers to the buttons on her blouse, slowly undoing one after the other. It became easier with every one, but she was still self-conscious of the way her hands were shaking.

"You're making it sound like strip poker," she tried to tease, hoping that it would help her recenter herself and shake this unexpected anxiety.

[turnanythingon]

Any attempt for a perfect anything between them was practically fated to be ruined. Even those little, unplanned perfect moments were always wrecked by something slamming into their lives. He'd long since abandoned the idea of anything being perfect. And after everything they'd been through, so long as neither of them was falling apart from something, it counted as close to perfect in his book.

At her mention of strip poker, an eyebrow lifted that that, tucking away a number of ideas that he had from that statement alone. They could play games another time. But for now, he took a long pull from his glass and set it down.

"You're right, where are my manners?" He moved around to her side of the bar, reaching to assist her with the few remaining buttons. "Let me help you with that." As if he were being nothing but a proper gentleman.

[thevulnerability]

That much was true. They barely had any time for each other, when it came to this kind of thing. And whenever they came close to making it work, it all fell apart. He would freak out and leave, she would freak out and leave. The universe seemed to be pushing them towards each other and pulling them apart in equal fashion.

And maybe that's why she was so nervous. Not about sex, or even the implication of how it might change their relationship. Maybe it was just the fact that part of her was terrified that if they pushed too hard, this would all get pulled out from underneath them all over again.

"Thanks, that's so polite," she said, the corners of her lips turning up into a smile. Chloe moved her hands away to let him go about his business, resting them on his shoulders and pushing down the collar of his shirt to expose his chest.

[turnanythingon]

If he were anything like his brother, he would have thought of all that tried to pull them apart as some sort of test. Instead, he saw it as absolute sabotage. Which only made him dig his heels in harder. But he didn't share her fears, because he knew that even if something did happen, he would find a way back to her. He'd done it more times than he count, and would keep doing so. That, and he refused to properly acknowledge any such fears because they would keep him from going forward with anything.

Such as letting his fingers glide over her exposed skin as her blouse fell open. Gently up her sides before dipping in around the shoulders to start sliding it free. "Just part of being a gentleman," he said as he leaned closer.

[thevulnerability]

Chloe let out a breath, her eyes fluttering shut as she let herself fall into the sensation of his fingers against her, the soft fabric of the blouse brushing over her skin. He was taking his time and she was fine with that- it gave her a chance to let her own breathing start to slow into a pace that was less anxious, although she knew that won't last for long.

"There's a first time for everything," she said, tilting her head back to look up at him. This man was such an idiot, and she loved him so much.

[turnanythingon]

He took his time for two reasons. The first being she seemed nervous and he didn't want to rush into it and scare her off. But more importantly, he wanted a chance to savor every moment of it. Years of building up to this moment, and the satisfaction of such a delayed gratification would be ruined if he just rushed into it.

He'd just pushed the blouse free of her arms, ready to toss it aside, when he leaned back at her words. He'd been a gentleman before. Sort of. Sometimes. When he wanted to be. And it suited him. Okay, maybe not a lot. He twisted briefly to drop her blouse on the bar, before saying, "Well, in that case..." He reached a hand behind her neck, leaning in while he pulled her closer, to go for an intensely deep, and passionate kiss.

[thevulnerability]

Chloe shut her eyes and met him in the middle, her lips pressing against his, waiting for him to push it forward before she fully let herself fall into it. Her hands moved up to cup his cheeks, and whatever fears she might have had melted away under the heat of his mouth. Chloe finally pulled away only because she had to breathe, and her fingers trailed delicately across his jaw.

"So, my shirt's off," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "What's next?"

// help me hold on to you //

[holyshihtzu]

Even in her wildest dreams, she had never dared hope he would come back to Wonderland.

But somehow, he did. It had been a long time, though - she'd gone home for a little while, grew up a little, grew different in some other ways. When she returned herself it had given her enough distance to make sense of it all and, pragmatically, and allowed her to start to move on. She was finding herself again, figuring out what kind of person she was in Wonderland after so much changed.

And then, he came back. She hadn't rushed to answer his call, because she wasn't sure what to say. For her, it had been years since she'd seen him last, and she had no idea if her feelings had changed. Worse, she had no idea if his had. Juliet regretted not seeking him out right away but when she did, that familiarity washed all over her again, but it didn't mean it made it any easier for her to figure out where they should start.

So they started with dinner. She made waffles but made him bring the toppings. And every time he made her laugh, she felt a familiar stirring in her chest, and every now and again it was like nothing had changed at all. Once they finished eating they moved to the couch and she poured them each a glass of wine, sitting down next to him, tucking her hands between her knees because she wasn't sure where to put them.

"It's really nice, having you back," she finally said, looking up at him. "I honestly didn't think I'd ever see you again."

[captain_america]

For Steve it had been five years. Five long, hard, sad years. He’d come here after their defeat with Thanos and he hadn’t known how to love on. But he had started to, he remembers that, he had started to because of her. Having Juliet made everything easier. Back home he didn’t have that, he didn’t have her or even a memory of her. He had his defeat, and a world that was falling apart and struggling to put itself back together.

He was at a counseling meeting telling people they needed to move on, go forward, because there wasn’t anything else to do, but he had stayed, stuck in the past.

And then he blinked and he was back in Wonderland and memories came rushing back. For the first time in five years he felt like he could breath again. Not something he ever thought he would attribute to a Wonderland, but Juliet was still here.

She was different, he could tell, just little things but he noticed them. But when she smiled at him it still felt like a weight was being lifted off his shoulders. He still loved her, he would always love her, but his absence had hurt her- even if that wasn’t his fault, wasn’t his choice to leave her here alone when they had just started to build a life together. So he was content to sit on the couch and laugh with her, follow her cues. Even if that was just friendship.

“I’m not sure how it’s possible to miss someone you don’t remember but, I missed you Juls.”

[holyshihtzu]

"I missed you, too."

She's worried to admit how much. A lot of things changed back home, and while things continually grew more complicated--especially, sometimes, with Shawn--it didn't mean everything she felt in Wonderland had been erased. She still occasionally found herself waking up and searching for him when she was half asleep, only to be reminded her bed was empty.

"Do you think..." It comes out of her mouth before she can think it through, but she manages to pull it back. Juliet isn't under any impression that he feels the same as he did before. And the last thing she wants to do is pressure him. "It's been a long time. I don't know whether or not to feel like we need to get to know each other all over again."

Maybe they've changed too much. Although she wishes they haven't.