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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.]

[There was an electric energy between them, something he could almost feel, like some throbbing, aching presence. Or... maybe that was just his pants.

No... no. That was more than that particular throb and ache. As the elevator descended to them, he lifted a hand to barely slide it over those smooth, sleek strands.]

I never thought I'd enjoy looking at someone so much until I met you.

[She felt him there, unobtrusive but obviously present, those soft silky strands brushing across his hand as she turned to smile at him. The entire tone and air to their night had changed, what once was a breezy and teasing atmosphere turning into something a little more charged, a bit more tentative and heavy.]

You've been alive since the dawn of time.

[The barest of objections, not so much meant to accuse him otherwise but more of an observation. But she could say the same to him. Until I met you applied to so many things between them.

The elevator made a quiet ding before the doors slid open, and she carefully tugged at him to guide him inside with her.]

[He let her take his hand, let her draw him into the small space as he turned to press the button to their floor. Then he gave her his full attention.]

I have. I've seen... well. Almost everything, I imagine. And yet you still surprise me. You have me excited in more than just the physical aspect of... us. I love watching you, seeing how your mind works. Watching you feel things. I've always liked humans, but you are special. You make me feel alive.

[She listened to him quietly, some small part of her recognizing how close they were and how the empty space of the elevator made his voice seem louder, more clear. Or maybe she was just hanging on every word. Either way, she stood there with him as the elevator slowly climbed to their destination, her heart beating so loud in her chest she's sure he could hear it if he listened.]

Well. Consider me honored that after everything you've seen of the universe, I'm still able to give you something new and worth experiencing. You deserve to feel that way all the time.

Is that so?

[The elevator wasn't even halfway up to their floor when he stepped in, a hand sliding around her waist. The boots gave her a little more height, something he adjusted to as he pulled her in flush against himself.]

And what do you think you deserve to feel, Detective?

Is this supposed to be some clever way to get me to reveal my deepest, darkest desires?

[She was used to craning her neck to look at him, so the added height momentarily jarred her as his face came directly into her view. She could feel the warmth of him through their clothes, the weight of his fingers resting against her waist as he pulled her in towards him. Her heart continued to race at his question, a small smile lifting the corners of her lips as her hands drifted up to touch his face.]

Right now, I'm just going with this.

[She tried to guide his face toward her, lips hovering over his as she leaned in to kiss him.]

[He didn't answer her in words, instead moving in to let her initiate that kiss. That heavy press of need was still weighing on him, the tension almost palpable in the small elevator, but he was trying so hard to keep himself in check. They were so close to where he could get her behind a lockable door and whatever they wanted to happen could happen with no interruptions. So close... and yet her lips were so tempting...]

[She'd long determined that she liked the feel of him pressed up against. The way his stubble felt against her hands and lips as they kissed, how the heat of him bore down on her when he'd dragged his lips across her neck and chest in that stairwell. And still that energy thrummed between them, something both distant yet inevitable even as she tilted her head back, breathing quietly in that small space as she looked up at him.]

[He wanted her. That didn't surprise him as much as how much he wanted her did. How this promise of things to come and all their past interruptions had him tempted to just throw the next person or thing that tried to get between them right now off the bloody roof. And that small honest part that was true even to himself told him he wasn't entirely sure he was joking at the moment.

His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing just along the corner of those generous lips, his own eyes dark and wide and full of all the things he wanted to do. All those needs he'd had and ached from, still ached from as he felt her along the front of himself.]

Almost there...

[It was that promise of privacy that had him keeping from pressing her up against the wall then and there, that flick of his eyes over to see they were only a few floors away. So close...]

Yeah.

[Spoken softly as she watched him eye their progress, mirroring the anticipation she felt. They'd be alone soon. Wholly alone, with no one popping in or surprising them with sudden interruptions. And yet this felt different than a couple nights ago, when they'd been needy and clinging to each other. Maybe it was the way he looked at her with such a sweet kind of longing she almost didn't know if he realized it was there, or the way his thumb gently traced over her lip even when she could feel the evidence of his want resting hard and rigid against her hip.

Unable to help herself, she kissed at the pad of his thumb, watching him all the while. Two... one more floor away...]

[A soft laugh as he felt her lips at his thumb.]

If you're trying to test my control, you're doing a very good job of it.

[And it was only because he knew they were there that he was able to keep himself from giving into that raging need that was rising and shaking through him. The doors dinged open and he let out another shaky sigh, gesturing for her to precede him.]

The suite to the left, love.

[Unlike the Lux, this didn't open up into the suite proper, which was probably for the best as the notion of someone coming upon them mid-play would have that raw, angry side ready to react. He slipped a keycard out of his pocket, holding it up for her.]

Not anymore than usual.

[Quipped back with their usual brand of humor as she slid her hand back into his and guided him out of the elevator, turning in the direction he told her. Some distant part of her couldn't help but be grateful for the added walk, remembering what it felt like for that stewardess to bound in on them. At the time she thought it'd been for the best, but now, all she cared about was being alone with him.

Once they reached their suite, she turned to take the keycard from him, fumbling with it for the barest of moments before the door unlocked and opened up for them.]

You really went all out for a 'just in case', didn't you?

Better to have and not need than need and not have.

[He followed in after, taking in the light perfume of the candles that were the only source of light at the moment, the champagne chilling in a bucket with glasses alongside it and a plate of edible little goodies that looked tasty - though, not as tasty as her. There were lightly billowing curtains that led out to a patio with the aforementioned pool, and soft carpeting that covered the floor. The bed was a beast of a thing that drew the eye, bits of red and black standing out on the darker black silk of the sheets, rose petals of the same type as the one he'd given her sprinkled over it. Soft music played and Lucifer closed the door behind them, pleased with the arrangement so far.]

Do you like it?

[He never did anything halfway, that was for sure. Sometimes that went well, other times it didn't, especially when it involved a case. But as she walked in and took in the elegance of the suite, brushed her fingers casually along the sheets of the bed and the petals resting there, she couldn't help but be impressed at all the effort he'd put into this. He certainly didn't have to.

At his question, she chuckled softly and turned to look at him.]

Mm, it's beautiful. Almost a little too beautiful. [A smile.] Thank you.

Is there such a thing?

[He watched her with that nervous sort of anticipation, not entirely certain she'd appreciate the effort -- or even want it. Then she turned to him and smiled and he felt like a weight had been lifted off him. He smiled back, slowly closing the distance between them.]

There's bubbly, if you'd like it. Or something sweet to eat. Or... not?

[She watched him slowly approach her and waited patiently until he was within reaching distance, feeling a brief brush of amusement at all of his questions. At him giving her so many options to choose from.]

Not is fine.

[She'd drank enough for now during dinner, and she wasn't in the mood for treats. Not when he was so close and all she wanted to do was draw in closer, which was what she did, reaching for his hands as she leaned in again. An unspoken offer for him to kiss her again, if he wanted to take it.]

[He'd have to be more of a masochist than he was not to take that offer, the step into her paired with him drawing her closer as his mouth came down on hers. There was a small tremor that shot through him, something in his mind screaming 'FINALLY' as he slid his tongue past her lips to tease hers, one hand coming up to get lost in her hair.

The time for teasing was done. He wanted to claim her, to be claimed. Quarantine better hope that nothing happened to deter them any longer, because Lucifer only had so much control.]

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