embarkation | open smut meme

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?"

In response he only let out a low, almost devious chuckle before surging forward to kiss her again. Aggressive and hungry for it. While the one hand stayed in her hair, the other slid over her side and around her back. With deft fingers, he unfastened the clasp of her bra. His fingers then trailed back around to start pulling it free. Haltingly and blindly, as he was also focused on relocating them. Slowly guiding them in the vague direction of the couch.

She wasn't quite prepared for that response, but she wasn't complaining, either, although Chloe might have thought she could, somehow, have a heart attack with how her heart felt like it wanted to fight its way out of her chest.

Allowing him to guide them, she struggled to seek out the parts of him that needed to be stripped away as they stumbled along. Chloe managed to wrestle off the rest of his shirt and then her fingers immediately dropped to the waist of his pants, her fingers hooking under them to pull him closer to her. Reaching the buttons wasn't easy, with her eyes closed and her mouth passionately preoccupied exploring his, but she did manage to get one undone before she felt her calves his the couch cushions.

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