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[He didn't have to ask her twice, her hips already raising to repeat the motion as his hand slid over her breast. There was less hesitation this time as she grew used to the feel of him stretching her as he fully buried himself inside her again. And then something more unrestrained took hold of her as she rolled her hips over him with each downward thrust until she was all but bouncing in his lap.]

[He curled upward, bringing his mouth to the breast he held, lips and teeth fastening around her nipple to tease it even as she pushed him to that edge so bloody quickly again. His other hand was on her ass, spreading over it and using that grip to pull her down again, to hold her steady as he thrust up into her, humming around that pebbled peak of pink in his mouth.]

[She adjusts for the shift in position, back held tight as a bowstring as her hands came up to delve into his hair. He nipped and licked and kissed at her nipple and she held him to her, wanting more of him even as he lay under and wrapped around her. And she found it easy to drown in the sensation of him, to focus on the wet sound of their bodies slapping together with each impact of her hips against his. It's how she found her eyes swinging shut as she tilted her head back, a soft groan of pleasure escaping red, swollen lips.]

[It's that groan that has him letting go of her with his mouth, has him tipping his head back to look up at her and see that flush over her cheeks, the wanton look plastered on her face as the sounds and smells of sex started to fill the room. He's planted his feet on the bed now, using it as leverage as he lifts off the mattress and starts thrusting up rapidly into her, ass never touching the bed as he gives those quick little rabbit pumps.]

[Devil or not, he's always been a force of nature. It's that sudden rapid and powerful strokes of his hips that has her entire body practically overtaking her. All that mattered was him, them, and the feeling of them separating before coming together again in a breathless moment of heat and pleasure. She's overwhelmed, lost to that sensation as her nails dig into his shoulders as she uses him to anchor herself. She doesn't know what he looks like then, but she imagines him being just as undone as her, helpless to anything but the feel and stretch and ache of the other. And really, it's a wonder how she lasted this long not touching him like this.]

[He's feeling everywhere on his body that she's touching, every bit of him that brushes against her, that's lost in her, that hangs down and teases and tickles at him. Her hair sends shivers of delight over him, the sting of her nails -- the fact that it stings has him bucking up against her, rolling them over to pin her to the bed, to cover her with his body as he spreads her legs wide.]

Chloe-

Ah—

[A strangled cry escapes her when he drags her to lay underneath him. Her body opens for him easily, legs spread apart to welcome him home as she engulfs him with arms and lips and teeth when he presses so close to her. And yet that call of her name has her opening glazed and half-lidded eyes to watch him move above her, even as her nails dig into his ass to pull him in to meet each of her thrusts.]

Say it again. My name.

[His hips are rocking in, knees digging into the bed and his ass muscles flexing under her grip as he grinds in against her, feeling himself sink into that heat, that welcoming sheath of her with a heady rush. A hand was in her hair, lost in that silky tangle of blonde when she spoke, his mouth hungry on hers, down along her neck as he nipped at her pulse.]

Chloe.

[Her name said with deliberation that time, with a craving of primal passion, with that part of him that wasn't human tickling at the edge of his mind.]

[Every part of her that touched him were seared with heat. His hands, his lips, his mouth, his cock; they all had her rushing towards some nameless place, pushing her towards that pleasurable edge that she couldn't quite reach yet. But her name in his voice, with that tone left her breathless as her hands reached up to hold him by the shoulders before skimming across his face while he fucked her steadily into the mattress.]

[He couldn't hold on. He couldn't draw it out any longer. That need, that bundling package of pleasure was unfurling inside him. He could feel parts of him tingling, his skin breaking out in goosebumps as pleasure built into this bubble of pressure, just under the surface of his skin. His body was moving almost on its own, pumping and thrusting into her as his hand was pressed against her back, caught between her and the bed, pulling her up against him as he panted against her skin.]

Ungh-

[He'd been about to say her name, really, but then she'd gone and done something, probably breathing, and he'd felt that bubble that had been held inside him burst. Pleasure expanded outward, rushing through his body like it was the first orgasm he'd ever had. Filling him, filling her as he emptied into her, filling the room as there was a sudden rush of sound, a rustling of feathers over feathers as Lucifer Morningstar, First Fallen Angel of Heaven lost himself in the moment and let those wide, white feathery appendages slip free. They spread out behind him, beside him, out into the room in a soft, subtle glow of white that he wasn't paying any mind to because he was losing himself in her.]

[She wasn't far behind him. The feel and heat of his skin had pleasure shooting up and out of her, spanning from her core all the way to her cheeks and very tips of her toes and breasts. And then he was wrapping her up in his arms, pulling her towards him and she clutched on, legs wrapping around his waist as he spilled inside her.

But then those wings had sprung forth as if of their own accord and Chloe almost wondered if she'd slipped into some faraway dream after all, her body flinching underneath his at the pure shock and adrenaline of the moment. But they were beautiful, and glowing softly in the darkness of the room, and she almost touched them if not for the image of him flinching away from her in his penthouse rising to keep her at bay. So instead she splayed her hands over his chest as he rode out his orgasm, eyes held in rapt attention over such a stark display of his divinity.]

[It took longer than he was used to for him to come down from that spiraling high. For the pulsing in his head and ears to dim enough that he could hear the sounds she made, to feel her hands against his chest, the soft breeze that wafted over their sweaty bodies from his wings moving slowly in th--

His wings! Bloody hell, he hadn't meant to- that hadn't- he'd been--

He groaned, head resting on her shoulder as that sound turned into a soft chuckle.]

Sorry, love. Seems you got the better of my control.

[Even as he said it, the wings themselves were tucking back, first folding to rest against him before they went to that not-there place they hid in.]

Oh. Okay.

[It was dumb, but it was the only thing she could think of to say at first, her head practically swimming from the earth-shattering orgasm she just had and the show of his wings disappearing into thin air. Her hands followed them, trekking softly across his back to feel at his shoulder blades where they were previously coming from, as if searching for them.

And then her eyes found his face, at the mussed up look he wore, and what they'd just done together. She found part of her mourned the loss of that extra part of him, the kind she hadn't gotten to see until now.]

It's okay. You, uh— you didn't have to hide them again. [And then quickly:] Unless you wanted to, I mean.

[He felt that tentative touch, the way she seemed to be searching for something. That was verified by that quiet little comment, his smile showing as he lifted his head to kiss up her neck to her lips. He drew back to look down at her, wiggling his hips just a little, making a happy sound at the sensations that drew.]

Is that your way of saying you like them?

[Maybe his smile grew a little more smug at that point, feeling pleased in an odd way that there was something about him she preferred. Even if it was the stupid feathery things.]

They're gorgeous.

[Which was true enough, but also didn't convey the full meaning of her thoughts. He was correct before in that the fakes paled in comparison to the real ones. Now that she'd seen them shimmering above her, she knew that. A real, live show of the divine. Something humans supposedly weren't meant to see.]

They're a part of you. Of course I like them.

There's no 'of course' about it, Chloe. And by the by, I'm not hiding them. Well, not really. They're just normally so cumbersome. That and humans generally don't take well to someone strolling around with their wings out.

[Curious despite himself, he found he wanted to impress her more, to draw another sound like that out of her that wasn't entirely sexually related and more in awe of... well, him. Watching her face as he did it, there was a slower unfurling of them this time, both of them spreading out wide to take up well over the space of the bed before he lifted them up to brush against the ceiling. Then he had them half folded and tucked behind him, eyes on her to gauge her reaction.]

Yeah, I'd imagine that'd get you a few strange looks.

[She watched those pure white wings unfold once again, appearing out of thin air and curling up behind him. They seemed to engulf the whole room as they shone softly above her, and she found herself holding her breath for a moment before she let it out again. Without thinking about it, one of her hands reached up to touch him before she stopped.

She looked at him for permission, brow furrowed as if unsure.]

Can I touch them?

[He arched a brow at her, surprised that was the question she chose to ask.]

Of course.

[An odd conversation to have, perhaps, while he was still cradled between her legs with his semi-hard cock inside her and his wings behind him, but they never did anything by normal means, it seemed. To accommodate her, he shrugged his left wing down towards her, covering her right half as it spread and rested on the bed.]

[She notices that lift of his brow, finding herself explaining without really meaning to.]

You were so quick to make sure I couldn't touch you before. When you still had your scars.

[It's said by way of explanation, because she could picture that slightly wounded and vulnerable look on his face even now. When he held her hand and told her don't. Please. She'd never heard him like that before then. But now he seemed open and willing to being touched, as if being made whole changed matters. Tentatively, she brushed her hand over the top of his wing. It felt different from what she imagined it would feel like, soft but warm, warmer than she'd expected he'd be, his body heat an overwhelming presence around and inside her. Her eyes flickered up to meet his as her hands roamed a little further over him, closer to the inside of his wing.]

The scars... well. Sensitive, I suppose. Especially with you, and now I know why. It felt oddly vulnerable when you did it. I felt vulnerable. Raw.

[He spoke, still watching her face as she touched him. He could feel the pressure as she did, the feathers themselves not being too sensitive beyond the quill, but the pressure tugged at the sheath of them, at where they connected to the wings properly. She ran her fingers over one feather, making it flutter against the quill and he shivered, shifting again and rocking his hips a little in response, feeling that half hard part of him start to flesh out more.]

I just thought they brought up painful memories for you or something. But I guess that's still being vulnerable, just in a different way. I don't know why it's like that. Why I'm able to make you vulnerable.

[Miracle child didn't really explain much, other than the circumstances surrounding her birth. Still, she found herself enthralled with touching him and seeing his reaction. But then she felt him quiver above her for a moment before he stirred, his cock hardening inside of her. It made her gasp a little at the abruptness of it, her body still intensely sensitive from their earlier activities, inner walls gripping at him in reflex while her hand held onto his wing a bit tighter.]

[It was a cycle of movements; she touched him and he reacted and moved and it made her touch him more which he reacted to and moved more. That hold on his wing had the little rock of his hips turning into a harder grind, a hand sliding up her side to cup her breast.]

You're outside of influence. You're not fully 'of this earth' -- or, our Earth, anyway. You're the result of divine intervention. Just as a blade forged in Hell can harm an angel, so can a human given life by Heaven.

[He leaned in then, gave her lips a soft press, just breathing in the taste and scent of her before he drew back.]

Not entirely sure about the whole area thing, though. That's new.

[She tried not to shiver when he ground in against her like that and his palm spread over her breast, but she couldn't help it. A warm, shuddering breath escaped her reddened lips, drawing the bottom one in between her teeth. And yet she found herself curious, wanting to know more of how it'd affect him if she touched the delicate parts of his wing.]

I'm not sure how I feel about that, to be honest. This whole Heaven, Hell, Devil thing? Or being a 'miracle'? That's... kind of a lot to think about. To reconcile, you know? I've always just been a detective from LA.

[He kissed her and she reached her other hand up to touch his face, feeling the gentle scrape of his stubble against her. Carefully, knowing she was playing with fire, her fingers dug into his feathers a bit more, just enough to brush up underneath them.]

We should figure that out. See how far it extends.

I thought you knew. On some level. It's why I was so bloody furious. But your mother didn't have a clue, and neither did you. You are a detective from LA, love. You're also a miracle of Dad's. The two aren't mutually exclusive.

[She dug her grip in harder and he hissed out a breath, eyes shutting for a moment as the sensations rippled through him. His wings had always been sensitive in certain parts, but that was with demons. He'd never had a human lover while he'd had them out. Maybe it was her. Maybe it was because they were newly regained. Maybe it was both. But he felt arousal punch through him like something electric, making him hard and full again, finger and thumb giving her nipple a tweak as he thrust in hard before settling.]

It doesn't matter. None of it does. Not as long as I have you here.

Of course I didn't know. I never knew anything, and especially about something like that. You're my partner, Lucifer. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. Either intentionally or unintentionally.

[The idea of him even mistrusting her for a moment stung, but his hands and lips and wings around her were like a soothing balm, coating her with pleasant words and touches. And then there was that hard part of him sheathed firmly inside of her, their hips colliding when he thrust himself against her and had a heady little moan escaping her. They'd just finished a few minutes ago and he seemed perfectly willing to go again, which also had heat pooling slowly between her legs and where they were joined, her hands shaking a little against his wing.]

Which is why it does matter. We should know. It's important, Lucifer. Knowing how far my influence extends over you.

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