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I'll think about it. I'm enjoying myself right now as it is.

[A grin as she went to take another bite, easing her leg back just enough to relieve some of the pressure there. Because as needy as she was, she was having fun so far. Just being with him, and yes, the easy flirtation helped too.]

I'm alright with letting things play out as they will.

So... if I wanted to get dessert to go to eat off you...

[A question there, a lingering tease of a smile as he took another bite, lips pressing over the fork before he flicked his tongue out against it. His eyes never strayed from hers. Oh, they were playing a game tonight. That teasing back and forth held more weight behind it now. He'd tasted a bite of her passion. He'd felt her pressing him up against something, heard those eager little sounds she could make, and he wanted more.]

[That actually got a surprised chuckle out of her, a hand reaching up to press against her chest as she coughed. She tried to glance away from him to recover her wits, because she knew he was doing something suggestive with his tongue right then, before she allowed them to stray back to his. At that intense need reflected there.]

Are you saying you need something extra to sweeten the deal? I'm not sure if I should be offended.

Oh, I'm quite positive you're sweet enough. Sweet and hot and tempting...

[Another quirk of his brow before he reached for his wine again.]

I'd have you instead of dessert, if the option was available.

Who said it wasn't?

[She mirrored his look, quirking her brow at him.]

Let me reiterate...

[He set his fork down, leaning forward as he pushed his plate in, giving him room to rest his arms on the table.]

I'd have you right now. I'd enjoy the elevator ride up to the suite, then I'd see if I could make your knees buckle before we ever got to the bed. And then, I'd have my dessert. A long, lingering, tasty dessert.

[Well, then. She shifted in her seat, ignoring the heat flushing through her.]

Trust me. I got that point loud and clear. I've gotten it since we met.

Mm, but it's different now, isn't it? Now you want it almost as much as I do. Now you're tempted.

[He licked his lower lip, drawing it in between his teeth and letting it drag out. His eyes raked over her as he took his time, let himself enjoy the view and any reactions she might have.]

I'd very much like you to give in to that temptation, Chloe. You've been my desire for a good while now. I have dreams about you. I wake up all hard and aching and you're not there and it's torment.

You say 'give in' like I'm surrendering to something. You really don't have to try so hard, Lucifer.

[She took another sip of her wine, and felt a strange sense of calm overtake her at his admission. Oh, she was worked up for sure. But underneath that, she sensed that need there, that edge that teetered onto desperation. That he dreamed about her spoke volumes, and she couldn't help but give him something in return.]

We might've had similar experiences. Maybe.

Don't I? I think I do.

[The idea of not trying his best with her didn't even register. Of course, he'd also never enjoyed sex or intimacy with any sort of emotion behind it. Ah, Chloe. What a night of actual lovemaking might do to ruin the devil...]

Mm? Oh, do tell. I'll share one of mine if you share one of yours.

[He leaned back then, shifting a little in his seat to better caress the side of her ankle with his foot as he drew his plate back in again, picking up his fork to take another bite.]

Mm. Not really. I've already decided how I feel about you. I don't need extra convincing.

[He liked to talk up the experience and use the usual Devil charm on her, probably because that was what he knew. She couldn't fault him for it, and she would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the attention. But they'd also long gotten past the point of him trying to lure her into bed; he didn't need to feel that pressure of her turning him down or working extra hard.

At the mention of sharing, she snorted, perhaps with more amusement than generally expected of someone with a naughty dream.]

Absolutely no way. You'd laugh.

Chloe... you can't say that and not expect me to want to know. A sexy dream about me would make me laugh?

[Then a pause, a look of uncertainty coming over his face.]

Daniel isn't involved, is he? Or my brother?

[Yes, Chloe, he remembered how taken you'd been with Amenadiel when you'd first met him. Bloody brother...]

No, no, nothing like that. It was just the two of us.

[She reached forward over the table, knowing he was too far away and yet wanting to wipe that uncertain look off his face regardless.]

It was one of those dreams that started off fine. And then just got weird.

Oh.

[Relief, then. Even in her dreams, the idea of her preferring someone over him bothered him and that was... peculiar in itself. Still, when she reached across the table, he did the same, fingers sliding over hers as if he couldn't not touch her for another moment.]

I like weird. I'm curious what your definition of both 'fine' and 'weird' are.

[She hadn't quite expected him to take her hand, but when he did, she smiled over at him, eyes lit with a gentle kind of ease. With a sigh, she chewed on her lip for a moment, thinking of how to actually say it.]

We were in your penthouse back at Lux. Having a good time. And right in the middle, it got surreal. Except I hadn't thought it was weird until I woke up. Just one of those awkward dream things.

Surreal... how, exactly? Come on, love. I thought I was the master of teasing. I'm all but starving of curiosity now.

Maybe you should eat your food then.

[As if to emphasize, she picked off a large bite and plopped it in her mouth. Maybe to give herself more time. And then, shaking her head and rolling her eyes at herself, because really, Decker, she spoke.]

There might've been a Devil theme involved.

[He pouted at her across the table until she relented. Barely. He rolled his eyes, pointing a finger at her across the table.]

Spit it out, woman. Or I'll not tell you the one I had.

Funny, I think I'd be able to live with that.

[Reaching across the table, she gripped that accusatory finger in hers and glanced back down at her plate.]

Horns. You had horns.

[He opened his mouth to say something, then paused.]

You pictured me with horns?

[He wasn't entirely sure how to feel about that. On the one hand, perhaps it was her subconscious trying to tell her that he was what he was. On the other, was that... good? Were horns sexy?]

Was it... ah... bad?

No.

[She has to admit, she's a little surprised his first reaction wasn't to laugh at her and tell her that of course her dream was ridiculous because he didn't actually have horns, Detective, we've been over this.]

Opposite of bad. Which is why it was weird.

[She looked like she still wasn't telling him everything, but really now, did he have to know all the nitty gritty details?]

Are you saying you liked the horns?

[Oh. Well. There was that smile now.]

You like the idea of bedding the Devil? Oh, love. I can't make the horns a reality, but I can certainly give you something wicked.

They gave me something to hold on to. That's all I'm saying.

[Yeah. Yeah, Lucifer. It was like that.]

Oh. And you needed something to hold, did you?

[A waggle of his brows, then he lifted up out of his chair enough to lean in and press a kiss to her hand before sitting again, still holding her if she let him.]

What do you want in bed, mm? You don't quite seem the rough and tumble type. No candles either.

[She did let him, letting her thumb trail over his knuckles as she tossed him a look as if he was being odd again.]

Why, you want a whole checklist right here and now at the dinner table?

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