embarkation | open smut meme

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?"

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."

"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?"

"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."

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?"

"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?"

"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.

"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."

"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."

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."

He smiles in reply, contented and serene. He's still not used to kisses like that, but he'll get there. He's got a lot to look forward to.

One arm wraps slowly around her waist. "I love you, too." Those are words he never imagined saying to anyone.

She never imagined him saying them, either, much less to her. It's still a little surreal but it also feels right, more right than any relationship she's ever had before. It scares her, a little, that one day they will go home and she might never feel like this again.

For now, though, she's with him, and that's all she wants to think about. Her fingers move to brush through his hair. "Any chance you're in the mood to love me right now?" she asked, her mouth curving into a playful smile.

Do you even know him, Chloe. What kind of question is that.

He's still got a lot to work on when it comes to expressing things with words, but he's had plenty of practice at expressing them with actions, even if she didn't know he was doing it. This time is no different. It's his turn to kiss her, but not long and slow like last time. This kiss is full of hunger, specifically for her.

"What do you think?"

Her eyes flutter shut as she kisses him back with the same amount of need. She can feel her heart quicken in her chest and lets out a small, disappointed whimper when he pulls away to speak.

"I guess it was a stupid question," she replies, almost meekly. Chloe pushes herself up, swinging one leg over him so she can straddle his waist and falling back into him, her lips seeking his once again.

That makes it easier to reach all the things he wants to reach, so that helps. Not that he usually has a problem with that.

He has no reply to that, doesn't really think he needs one, and his mouth is occupied, anyway. So he'll let his hands do the talking, as they slowly trail up the sides of her body to cup her breasts.

Chloe raises her own hands to cup his cheeks as she kisses him, moaning into his mouth as she feels his hands against her skin. Her mouth travels down his cheek to his jaw, planting playful kisses as she moves along. She sucks at the sensitive skin on his neck and rocks her hips back against his gently.

He tweaks her nipples with his thumbs and then allows his eyes to close so that he can enjoy her -- not knowing where he'll feel her next, and his hands wandering where they will without direction. Down her body, one hand coming to rest on her thigh, the other one starting to wander back up.

Her mouth pauses as his hands pass over her and a moan vibrates in the back of her throat. Chloe loves this part - the way his body fits so perfectly against hers, the way he explores every part of her like he has never touched her before. It's the few moments she can truly let the rest of the world fall away and just let it become this, just the two of them, the feel of his breath against her skin, the way his heart flutters in his chest when she presses her palm to it.

She rocks her hips against him again, letting out another moan as the most sensitive part of her body makes contact with his. Pleasure shoots like a jolt of electricity up her spine and she submits to it, letting everything else fall away. Chloe spends too much time missing what is out of reach, and not nearly enough appreciating what is right under her touch.

He'll teach her, then, how to recognize what she wants, and ask for it, and enjoy it. He's had thousands of years of practice at it, and it's what he has to offer. He can't give her everything she wants, but he'll do what he can. It's who he is.

Starting right now. As much as he wants her -- and it's obvious that he does, with the way he touches her and reacts to her -- she asked for this and he'll let her ask for the rest of it.

For the next few moments, it's good enough just to feel his hands against her, to move her lips against his and feel the heat of his breath. It's good enough for a little while, anyway, but she can feel herself hungering for more, and since he isn't pushing it along, she gets the message pretty quickly.

"Lucifer..." she murmurs, finally pulling away from him. Chloe slips off his lap, laying down in the bed and pulling gently on his shoulder to get him to move on top of her. She needs to feel his weight on her, to feel completely encompassed in all of him.

It's not hard to know what she wants, and he follows her. He gives her another kiss, long and slow this time, while one hand presses her legs open. His free hand reaches for hers and twines their fingers together, then he slips inside her. His other hand comes to rest on the bed next to her as he nips at her earlobe. "Is that what you wanted?"

Chloe sighs, her head falling back against the pillow and her eyes fluttering shut as he settles against her. This is exactly what she wanted. Her fingers curl tight around his and she opens her eyes to gaze up at him, her lips parted ever so slightly as she breathes.

"Yeah," she tells him, wrapping her free hand around his forearm tightly, her fingers digging into his skin. She usually knows what to say to him, always ready with a snappy remark or quick come-back, but it's times like this when she finds herself at a loss for words. It's hard to find the right ones. But she tries to manage. "I love how you make me feel, when we're like this."

She doesn't need words to tell him anything, not right now. He knows that she wouldn't be here if she didn't want it, and after so much time of things getting in the way for them, that's all he needs to know.

He nips at her earlobe again. "It's always been for you." Everything he's done, since they met, has been for her somehow.

He starts a slow rocking of his hips against hers. He's in no hurry to finish this, not at the moment, instead preferring just to enjoy the feeling of the two of them together.

Chloe meant it when she said she didn't believe in luck or fate. At least, she meant it when she said it. Now, since things have changed, she often wonders what else she never believed in before could be true. She's still not sure if she believes in love at first sight but, if she has to be honest, she can't pinpoint the moment she fell in love with him. She can't even pinpoint the moment she realized she was in love with him. Whenever she rifles through those memories of the last couple of years, all she can really remember is that there was always a feeling there, constant and nagging, unrepentant, undefinable. But she's sure she's never loved him less than she does right now, and is all the more sure that it would be impossible to ever love him more. And maybe that's all that love at first sight even is - just the understanding that, once you love a person, it's impossible to remember a time when you didn't.

"I know," she whispers, moving her hand to brush her fingers through his hair. She shifts her own hips up to meet his, at his same leisurely pace, her head rolling to the side to give him the freedom to nip and kiss wherever he can reach. "Everything I have, here, is for you, too."

He has a better idea of when it all started, although he hadn't known that's what it was at the time. How could he, when he'd forgotten was love was? What he'd once had hadn't been anywhere near the kind of love he feels for Chloe now, either.

With his new clarity and understanding of the situation, it's obvious to him now that he had started to fall in love with her not long after they met, although he'd had no idea. She'd made him vulnerable almost from the start, and he doesn't mind it now.

He takes full advantage of all the skin he can reach, leaving a gentle bite here, a kiss there. As he gets closer to release, the speed and intensity of his movements increase -- but not too much. He wants her to get there first. She should know what satisfaction feels like.

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