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Sure. But I also don't need it to be jam-packed with you trying to fulfill all my wildest fantasies or anything. I'm not looking for anything specific, other than just being with you. Everything else can wait.

[She had her own wants and needs like anyone else. But she wasn't looking for the smooth, suave Devil who wanted to give her her deepest desires. She wanted to enjoy him, especially for their first time together.]

Everything else? My, my, Chloe. What do you have in mind?

[He was teasing, but his thumb traced over her fingers, smile deepening as his head tilted down. He looked down at her plate and saw she wasn't nearly done, letting go of her hand with a regretful sigh.]

I should behave myself for a little while longer. I did promise you a lovely meal, and I have a feeling this is better hot than tepid.

Obviously I'm telling you to keep your whips and chains at the door.

[The teasing lilt came out easily enough as she followed his lead, feeling satisfied with that smile. Though she felt a brief, silly pang of regret when he pulled away.]

Really? I thought this was you behaving.

[She threw him a wink before moving back to finish her meal.]

By the skin of my teeth.

[And because he wasn't to be outdone and they were in such a sharing mood...]

You've no idea how much I want to crawl under the table and have my dessert now.

[Said with a pining sigh as he stabbed another piece of meat and ate it.]

Lucifer.

[That earned him an incredulous, slightly embarrassed look, a faint red blooming over her cheeks. Her feet nudged him under the table again, this time in a warning before she noticed a waiter nearby.

She flagged him down, gesturing at her date.]

Could we get some water, please? He's feeling a bit thirsty tonight.

[The waiter gave them both a look before walking off to get said beverages.]

[Lucifer didn't look the slightest bit ashamed. If anything, he had a proud look as he reached for his wine and took another sip.]

Oh, I don't think I'm the only one that needs to quench their thirst.

[And because apparently the game had shifted to trying to shock her, he twirled the stem of the glass casually, looking down at it as he spoke.]

Making it to the elevator without drawing attention is going to be a task, what with me being completely erect at the moment.

[She shook her head and went back to eating her food. Don't give the children attention when they're misbehaving and all.]

This is me ignoring you now.

You weren't ignoring me the other night. And parts of me remember that.

[Still playing with his wine, he was enjoying watching her pull that 'I'm too prudish for this chat' wall down, all the while knowing that she decidedly wasn't.]

[She opened her mouth to speak when their waiter came back, pouring them each a glass of water and making sure Lucifer's was filled to the top. Giving them each a look before leaving again.]

Uh huh. Though to be fair, it's not really difficult to get those parts of you going.

Certainly not around you.

[He ignored the waiter, because Chloe was the important part of this conversation. He looked at the glass, snickering as he took a bite of his meal again.]

What can I say, love? All my parts are enamored of you.

Some more than others.

[Lobbed back at him easily enough, because while she knew giving him the attention he so craved might've only been asking for more, she was genuinely having a good time. And expecting Lucifer not to be wholly inappropriate at the dinner table was like asking a fish not to swim.]

What, like my heart?

[An innocent look there as his lips closed over his fork again.]

Oh, so that's the nickname we're giving it.

[He thought he was so cute. She threw him a smile, shaking her head at him before taking another bite and realizing she didn't have much left.]

You want to nickname it? Well, that requires you to pet it first.

[Another bite and Lucifer found that his appetite for food was mostly sated. Pushing his plate away, he sat back with his foot hooking around her ankle, sipping at his wine.]

[She followed suit, finishing up while taking one more sip of her wine before settling the glass down with a definitive clink. Her foot was currently locked in place with his, and so she went about doing the dangerous thing by brushing up along his leg with her other one.]

You do love your attention. Anyhow, you good to go? Or did you need a moment to collect yourself?

I do.

[And there was that tease from her again, a shiver skimming down his spine as he watched her play at being the aggressor. It was adorable.]

Oh, I think I'll be fine. Now, would you like dancing or dessert?

Ah, so I can only choose one, can I?

[She's teasing, but she understood the obvious act of him giving her a choice there. And for a moment, she considered it, weighing what she wanted and also wondering what he might expect of her.

And when she spoke, the choice seemed easy enough, and she didn't need a pretense.]

You said you booked a room here?

You can choose whatever you please.

[And still, when she said that, he found himself blinking a bit in surprise before a slow smile spread over his face, nostrils flaring slightly as he took in breath and signaled to the waiter that their meal was over.]

I did. Would you like to see it?

[She noticed that her response took him off-guard, and she couldn't help but smile a bit at his reaction. As if it'd taken him a moment to realize she'd given him a yes.]

I would. We're already here. And from what you've told me, it sounds really nice.

[As Lucifer had booked all of this under a tab with the hotel, the waiter came over with a tablet for Lucifer to sign, which he did with relish, adding on a generous tip for the mostly unobtrusive service.

Financial matters taken care of, he stood after carefully taking his foot back and moved over to offer her a hand, an air of anticipation like a static field around him.]

I took a look before I rented it. It's not the Lux, but it's certainly luxurious.

Most things are with you.

[She took his offered hand and damn her if there wasn't a spark between them, but she didn't let go of him. Standing up, she nodded politely to their waiter before twining their fingers together, feeling a whole world of things inside of her as she let her shoulder brush against his.]

Lead the way.

Oh, I don't know if I want to lead. I haven't gotten a chance to see what this outfit looks like from behind.

[A grin, but it was softer, mostly because he was trying to piece together what all those strange sensations were. There was arousal, which he was familiar with, and that fondness he also had with her, but again, there was that intense aching expectation and a little anxiousness that she'd find him lacking.]

There's a pool on the patio, if you feel like cooling off with a swim.

[She smiled back and nudged him again with her shoulder, lingering for a moment longer this time before she went back to standing hand in hand with him. She noticed that softened look to his expression but couldn't pick up what he was feeling underneath it— after all, he hardly ever seemed unsure or anxious of anything he did. Much less this.]

Maybe later. Come on, let's go.

[Carefully, she stepped forward in the direction she assumed was the way to go, glancing over at him over her shoulder.]

[He took a moment. Just a moment to watch her swish away, those lovely hips swaying lightly before she looked back at him over her shoulder. There was a warmth that melted through him, like sunshine lighting him up on the inside, and he was moving before he realized he was, catching up to her and sliding his hand back in hers.]

As you wish, my dear. We're up in the penthouse.

[He pointed over at the elevators, feeling a feeling that most teenage boys felt when they were about to partake of something fun and naughty for the first time.]

[Fitting, she thought fleetingly, moving surely yet leisurely towards the elevators visible from across the room. Her thumb brushed along his hand as they walked, an easy kind of affection as she pictured them wrapped up in each other. It sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine, and maybe a hint of nerves. And excitement. Definitely, definitely excitement.

Especially once they reached the elevator after they'd weaved through the tables and various couples still enjoying their evening, her other hand hitting the call button and watching it glow softly to indicate that they were going up.]

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