embarkation | open smut meme

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.

She starts to moan a little louder when his movements get faster, her grasp on him tightening. She can never deny he is good at this, better than anyone she's been with before, obviously, but that could be chalked up to experience for the most part. As much as she hates to think about it, Lucifer has plenty of experience. But she knows it's not just that. Sometimes, he sucks with words. But for someone who spent as long as he has not knowing how to love someone, he certainly can show it when it counts.

It doesn't take too long, her moans fading and stifling into desperate breaths as her climax rushes through her. At least she's managed to train certain turns of phrase out of her vocabulary during these specific moments which tends to keep her quiet besides when she gently moans his name, allowing him to reign entirely over her body and mind. Chloe still keeps moving, though, knowing that he hasn't reached that point and encouraging him to follow not far behind.

He knows her, too, her body, and figured out a long time ago all the things she likes. Even the ones she hadn't known until he discovered them. And he continues to show her how he feels about her by finding them all over again.

He can feel her moving beneath him and knows that she's reached her climax, which means that now he can find his own release, and it doesn't take him long to follow her there.

He doesn't move off of her just yet, wanting to make the closeness last as long as possible.

She isn't in a rush to move, either, instead just enjoying the feeling of coming down, reveling in the way she can feel his heart beating against her chest and the warmth of their bodies together. After she found out who he was, she feels like she spent nearly a year crying almost every day, struggling to figure out how to keep him in her life in a way she could understand. Now, all of it seems so stupid. She feels so stupid, for having nearly turned her back on him, for having wasted so much time trying to find an answer when she had it the whole time.

But at least she doesn't cry much anymore.

Chloe turns her head to kiss his cheek before resting her nose gently against it. "Don't leave me," she whispers, even though she knows he can't promise that. She knows he can never promise her because it would be a lie. That won't stop her from asking, again and again, as if wishing for it could somehow make it true.

He hadn't know what all of those months were like for her, but even if he had known, he couldn't have done anything about it. He had wanted something from her that she didn't know if she could give him, and then someone had come along who could accept for who he was. Or at least who he had been, once. And then he hadn't wanted things to be that way anymore.

He had never stopped wanting it all with Chloe, which is how he'd ended up in his crowded nightclub in a bathrobe. And gone looking for the right thing in the wrong places.

"I don't want to." It's the closest he can get to that promise right now. He won't make a promise he can't keep, no matter how much he wants to. "I would rather be with you than anywhere else."

She often wonders how things would have been different if they hadn't broken up that first time. If he hadn't run away, and they had time to figure things out. On one hand, she feels like they wasted so much time dancing around each other but, on the other hand, she wonders if things were better in the order that they happened. She was forced to accept him before she could be with him and while, for her, it may have been the same process, it wasn't for him. She knows Lucifer would have always just been waiting for her to find out the truth. And, with that, he would have always just been waiting for her to run.

"I never want to leave you, either," she murmurs. Chloe finally shifts under him, readjusting herself to be a little more comfortable but not moving away. "Do you think..." She sighs, her fingers drifting gently down his arm. "Do you think there will ever be a way that you could come back?"

He had wanted her, from the start, to know the truth about him, because if she hadn't then he would always have been wondering if it would have made a difference. If she could have accepted him for who he truly is, which is something he'd come to realize that he wanted.

And it had been torment not knowing if he'd get it from the one person whose acceptance mattered the most.

"I don't know," he admits before adjusting so that he's more next to her than on top of her. He hadn't had time to look in to that aspect of it before he'd returned. He'd only been able to recognize that the prophecy had come true, and he had to do something to keep everyone safe.

"If there is one, I'll find it. I won't stop looking until I do."

She nods, propping her cheek on her hand so she can look at him. It's the best that he can do, and she knows she can't ask any more of him than that. He had to leave her, and as much as it killed her, she understood why.

"I never got the chance to tell you but..." Chloe sighs a little, letting her hand slide up his arm to cup his cheek gently, her thumb passing gently over his skin. "What you did to protect me and Charlie, and Linda and Amenadiel... You're a good person, Lucifer. You know that by now, right?"

He knows what she thinks, and what she's expecting him to say. And even though he wants to forgive himself for things he's done, it's not that easy. Six thousand years of torturing souls is a lot to overcome.

He can't look directly at her now. "You know the things I've done."

She doesn't stop looking away from him, continuing to pet him tenderly. Chloe had hoped for a different answer, but she's not surprised by what he said.

"I do," she says, because he's forgetting all the good he's done, too. But she hasn't. "Do you think I'm a good person?"

"Of course you are." He's never had any doubt of that, or of where she'll end up when she dies (which she will, because she's mortal, he reminds himself). She's one of the best people he knows.

That answer she isn't surprised by, either. She ducks her head slightly, trying to make him look at her. While she isn't quite as convinced as he is that she'll go to Heaven, that isn't really the point.

"If I'm so good, why would I love someone who isn't?"

"I..." He doesn't know. Her argument makes sense, but...he's not the person she thinks he is. He might have gotten his angel wings back, but he also ended up with a new form, even more monstrous than his face, and it's still there. If he were a good man, then where did that come from?

"No one ever has before. I don't know how it works."

She'd have a few theories about that herself. Maybe because it will always be a part of who he is. Maybe it's because he has to accept all of himself, just like she did. He'll always be an angel and the Devil. Perhaps the key wasn't forgetting about one or the other, but finding some kind of balance.

Chloe isn't blind to who he was. But she's not blind to who he is, either.

"Neither do I," she admits. She is the Devil's first love, after all. She doesn't really know how to deal with that, either. "But I think you should give yourself more credit anyway."

"For one thing I did?" He knows how it works. It is different for him, of course, being who he is, but he also knows where he'll end up if he dies for real, and not just because he's banned from Heaven.

"You really think going back to Hell to protect Charlie is the only good thing you've done?"

Maybe, in the grand scheme of things, it's the biggest good thing he's done. And maybe a lot of the good he has done as been a little self-serving or, at best, accidental. Of course, Chloe can't ignore the bad things he's done either; even if he hadn't chosen to run Hell, he had embraced the role. He did things on Earth she couldn't condone, hurt people who in the grand scheme of things may have deserved it, but it wasn't the right way. The thing is, she also knew he, deep down somewhere, knew it wasn't the right way, either.

But they were very alike, in that way. Constantly trying to figure out who they were, and where they fit in. She might not understand everything about Lucifer, but she does understand what it feels like to not know where you belong.

"There's a lot more to it than that, Lucifer. You just need to learn how to see it."

"I don't know how." It's not the first time he's admitted that to her. They're brushing up on the same topic again, his ability to forgive himself. He's not sure he deserves it, after everything he's done.

"I know you don't agree with me, but I am the Devil."

"It's not about agreeing or disagreeing, Lucifer."

He's missing the point like he always does. Chloe drops her head onto the pillow, trying to peer at him in the shadows as if the darkness might somehow help her see him better.

"You are the Devil. You've been the Devil for a long time and I-- I don't know, maybe, maybe you'll always be the Devil. It's what you are but it doesn't have to be who you are."

Well now that's confusing. He is who he is and he doesn't know how he can be anything else.

"Of course I'll always be the Devil. I'm not allowed back in to Heaven." It's that simple, really. "That makes no sense. The Devil is who I am."

"No," she counters, stretching out the 'o' a little longer than necessary as if she's chastizing Trixie and not a full-grown immortal man. For how long Lucifer has been around, he hasn't seemed to have gleaned much from what he's learned. Granted, Hell probably wasn't a great place for a lot of self-reflection.

"The Devil is just a title in the long run. Just something people learned to call you so they had someone to take credit for all the bad things they've done. So they had someone to blame other than themselves." It's clear she's been giving a lot of thought to this, puzzling it all out in her mind over time, doing her best to make sense of it all.

She runs her hand gently down his arm, her tone softening. "But at the end of the day, you're just... Lucifer. And I don't mean just to me. I mean to everyone who knows you. And you're the only one who gets to decide who that actually is."

Okay. This is starting to make sense. He's said similar things himself. He'd settled in Los Angeles for similar reasons. He had wanted to be his own person, instead of the person his father wanted him to be.

"I don't know who that is."

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