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Yet being the key word, darling.

[He was chuckling as he set his wine down, amused as always by her.]

Lizard does taste like chicken, love. Ever had alligator? Crocodile? Iguana. All very tasty if cooked right. Shall we go for this, then? You can put me right in my place. Very stern-like.

Mmm, we'll have to see about that.

[She liked this. This easy banter back and forth that'd taken on a new dimension.]

I've had alligator before, though it's been awhile. I wouldn't mind giving this a try, though I don't know what you're talking about with putting you in your place.

[In answer to that, he let his eyes drift down over her body, twisting a little to see under the table, his foot nudging hers.]

I think you're well aware of where I'd like my place to be.

[A wink, then he gestured for the waiter who was waiting discreetly through their foreplay to come over, pointing at what they'd agreed on and getting assurances it would be more than to their liking. The menus were whisked away and he sipped at his wine.]

Intimately aware, you could say.

[That roaming look he gave her had a soft flush rising over her body; one she hoped he either didn't see or attributed to the alcohol. But then she felt his foot nudging hers, and she pursed her lips and carefully did the same, a minute little gesture that she tried to do casually so that the wait staff didn't think their patrons were playing footsies under the table.

Because that would be silly.

But with their food ordered, it left them with some time to chat. Or tease each other relentlessly. So while he still was sipping at his wine—]

So, did that ice help the swelling go down, by the way?

[He almost snorted into his wine, laughing as he set it down and swallowed before he choked on it.]

Not nearly as quickly as I'd hoped for.

[Because of course he was going to answer her honestly about that.]

Had the bloody thing on for over an hour before it wasn't propping itself up.

I'm so sorry.

[And she meant that genuinely, too, one of her hands lightly covering her mouth to try and stifle her amusement. She'd seen the state she'd left him in, and it wasn't pretty. And yet... well, they were in polite company. That wasn't exactly an appropriate question to ask.]

You, uh, don't... [She made a circular gesture at him.] ...seems like there might've been an easier way to take care of that.

What?

[It took him a moment, but then he rolled his eyes, sitting back and tapping on the top of the table.]

Having a wank? Not exactly my preference. I prefer my pleasure to involve someone else. Otherwise you're just going through the motions. A little discomfort won't kill me, even with you in the same building. I prefer the real thing, thank you.

[Well, alright, Lucifer, just toss it out there for everyone to overhear.

Still, the idea of him being mildly offended at the mere suggestion was both thoroughly confusing and yet oddly hilarious. She eyed him for a moment, assessing him and that admission before she snorted incredulously.]

Seriously? You really don't...? You?

[She should know by now that he had absolutely no shame. If she wanted him to, he'd drop trow then and there and finish their meal nude while talking about all the things he'd like to do to her. He picked up his glass and took a sip before answering.]

Why would I? One wanks because one can't partake of something with someone else, yes? Generally, I can. It's only recently that my needs have been... unseen. Though, considering I'd be thinking of you if I ever did, I'm wondering if that's not what you're looking for...?

I just wouldn't've expected that from you. You're always all about indulgence and doing whatever you think is fun that the idea of that being the one thing you choose not to do is just surprising, honestly.

[The mention of his 'unseen needs' catches her attention, though, along with the rest of that statement. She raises her brows at him, an open look of confusion on her face.]

What do you mean...?

What? That I'd likely be thinking of you if I was trying to polish one out the other night?

[You lost him, Chloe.]

The comment about what I'm supposedly looking for.

... Hopefully me naked. Later. In a bed covered in rose petals?

[She peered at him a bit dubiously over the rim of her glass.]

Is that something I should be expecting? Rose petals strewn across the sheets?

Well, if we happen to use the accommodations here, then yes. Champagne. Rose petals on silk sheets. Scented candles. Chocolate covered strawberries. I insisted it was incredibly indulgent.

Wow. I can see that.

[There's something in her expression as she watches him from across the table; certainly surprise, but also something a little softer. More open. Possibly something close to touched.]

I know you like to indulge as it is, but you do know you didn't have to go through all of that trouble, right?

I don't have to do anything. I want to. I'm not going to say that I don't hope there's sex tonight. I do. Very much so. But if there's not, I'll still enjoy the evening because it's with you.

[A pause as he sipped his wine again.]

I may have to buy stock in ice or invent some groin-freeze, but I'll still enjoy myself.

[A soft chuckle at that, not at his expense but out of fondness for him. He really knew how to surprise her sometimes.]

I know. I didn't expect otherwise. If that was all you were here for, I wouldn't've said yes. But for the record, I'm not not planning for it to happen. I'd like to. Hopefully the groin-freeze can be left for another desperate person to create.

I've found it something that's come in handy lately. You do have a habit of causing blue balls -- not that I'm blaming you for it. You're attractive and I respond to that. I'm just... well. It was easier when I could relieve that pressure.

[And now? Now he was a walking erection half the time. Thank you, Chloe Decker.]

[A tentative, sweet little smile drifted over his way from her at that.]

Well, look, your own personal habits regarding that pressure put aside, don't take this the wrong way, but... I have to admit I'm a little surprised you haven't looked for other avenues to do that. Or people, really.

I'm surprised something hasn't burst yet. Especially around you. It's been ages since I've... well. Had any semblance of fun. Since our interrupted moment, actually. I feel... fidgety. It's no wonder why everything turns me on lately.

[Hmph. Even that tiny smile was arousing.]

And you've been doing that because of... us? Our thing?

[She would be lying if that admission didn't please her. Not the discomfort he felt, of course, but the willingness to abstain from enjoying other parties for her.]

I'm sure it can't be everything.

Of course. You're not exactly keen on multiple partners. You've stated that more than once. I'm not daft, Chloe. I'm hardly going to sabotage what I hope to be a good thing before it's even been given a chance. I want you. For more than just... well. For more than that. But for us to be... anything, then I need it to be about only you. I'm new to monogamy, or an other in my life in general, but I'm not a moron.

[He finished his wine, reaching to refill his glass and looking over at hers.]

Everything you do. Especially when you're trying not to do something and do it anyway. Like that blush. And the way you walk. Or your incredible legs...

[She knew what he felt for her. To use his words, she wasn't a moron. She understood that this was not just some sexual escapade for him. Maybe it had been in the beginning; a challenge he wanted to overcome. A game he could play. But then there was him and his confession about what he's done with her this whole time without even knowing. Protecting her, dying for her more than once just so that she could be safe. It was unquestionable, this thing between them.

Even so, she's touched, and it shows.]

And you wouldn't... mind that? In the long run, I mean. I've heard you say yourself that monogamy isn't exactly a concept you're keen on.

[She held out her glass silently for him to refill, while he was holding the bottle.]

You're really trying to contain yourself over there, aren't you?

I'm not used to it. It's not something I've ever tried before. I've never wanted to. Not like the Devil has fluffy feelings for someone every millennium. But I'd be an idiot not to try. I... this is something real. And I want to see what it could be.

[Refilling her glass, he set the bottle down and reached for his drink to sip, eyeing her over the rim with a smirk before he set it down.]

Not really, no. I like being aroused by you, and it happens so easily.

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