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[It took her a moment to realize that he'd spoken to her, as if she were listening to his voice call to her from underwater. But when she did, she shook her head, carefully sitting up while using her elbows as a crutch. Carefully, and with more than a little regret, she unlocked her legs from around him so he'd be able to adjust her.]

No way. I still need to walk out of here later, and I'm prefer it if my underwear wasn't lying in tatters on the floor.

[The smile he shot her was pure wickedness, his hands drawing that small scrap of fabric down as she lowered her legs until he could pull them off her feet and toss it behind him.]

I could carry you. Though, perhaps that's more temptation than I can handle; knowing you'd be walking around without anything on underneath this lovely dress...

That's a chance I'm not willing to take. Especially if a particularly strong gust of wind hit me the wrong way...

[She snorted and settled back into her previous position, head pressed back against the bed as her legs eased back over his shoulders, even as a shiver fell down her spine at the sudden rush of air against the bared part of her.]

[His answer was a deep chuckle as he slid his hands back up her legs, around her thighs to cup her ass again so he could lift her. And because she was watching and he wanted her to see him, he stayed back where he was, looking down at her naked crotch and seeing evidence of her own arousal as well as his efforts, smiling before he leaned in to drag his tongue over her in one long sweep.]

Delicious.

[A shudder rolled down her body at the sight of him nestled between her thighs. At the way he waited for her to look at him before he moved, holding her in place as he tasted her. Lucifer would be able to feel her legs trembling in his grasp, a quiet little cry escaping her even as her expression changed to one of amusement at that comment.]

You are way, way too proud of yourself right now.

Can you blame me?

[Another long sweep of his tongue, the tip circling around her clit before he gave that nub a kiss, lifting his mouth to look up at her.]

Look at you. You're... magnificent. I'd be more of a fool than I can usually be if I didn't appreciate this bounty, mm?

Someone's self-aware tonight.

[It's said affectionately, without any heat or barb behind it, one of her hands drifting up over her thigh as if intending to reach for him. She was already wet, the hot spark of pleasure igniting within her at each teasing press of his tongue.]

You're a pretty incredible sight yourself, especially from this angle.

And I've still got my pants on...

[A smirk, one she had to see in his eyes as he closed his lips around her folds, tongue parting them, slipping into her with an ease as that slickness glided over his tongue. He hummed his enjoyment, hands sliding upward to push her dress up further, baring her stomach for him to touch.]

[The moan that slipped from her lips was louder this time, the only other sound present in the quiet of this big room. She could feel him and each little movement his tongue made, over and up and inside her in a facsimile of a different kind of fullness he could give her.

His hand delved over her thighs and across her stomach as he pushed her dress up. She reached for him, fingers clasping gently around him as she just held him there. As if doing so could help her feel more of him.]

[He ate at her like he did everything; with gusto and an appetite for more. She licked at her, sucked at that sweetness that filled his mouth and had him achingly hard, had a wet spot dabbing the front of his trousers as he slid a hand further up, teasing just under the edge of her bra.]

[Her eyes opened and she cast them downwards, slowly parting her legs some so she could watch him going down on her. And what an incredible sight he was, eating her out as if he were a starved man, listening to the way her slickness sounded against him as he lapped at her before delving his tongue inside of her again. Her toes curled whenever he circled it around her clit, little shocks of heat and pleasure making her cry out.

It'd been so long since she last had this. It made her want to be selfish, had her guiding his hand teasing along the underside of her bra underneath the wire so he could feel her more.]

[It was all the permission he needed, hand lifting the cup of her bra so he could hold her breast entirely. It fit just against the palm of his hand. Perfect. He could feel the nub of her breast against him, his hand moving so he could tweak at it with his fingers even as he flicked his tongue rapidly over her clit, watching her with the look of someone on the thin edge of control.]

Lucifer...

[Her voice wavered over his name, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as he drowned her in sensation. His mouth, his tongue, his hands on her breast, his eyes watching her with an intensity she'd never seen from him before. It all made her try and lift her hips towards him even further, wanting, needing more of that friction, not noticing how on edge he was himself.]

[He was drowning in her, her taste, her smell, the feel of her under him. His thoughts of what she'd be like paled so much in the face of the reality of it. Of her. Both hands were up now, her dress rucked up past her chest as he lifted her bra up over her breasts, baring more of her to him and giving him the additional sight of her as well as the feel, taste, and smell. The growl he made against her was visceral, a shudder wracking through him as he fought that need to claim her completely.]

[The image of him right now would probably be seared in her memory forever. His eyes, his mouth, his hands, the sound of that growl vibrating through her and making her entire body tremble around him as she rocked her hips over his face. She wanted, needed to come, but she needed him more. Wanted more than the straining press of his hands against her breasts and the heat of his mouth against her core.

She lifted his hands away from her breasts, propping herself up as best she could to demand more of him in panting breaths.]

Come here.

[With any other body in bed with him, he'd take his time. He'd draw it out, make the moment linger. Turn it into a sweet sort of torment for them both. But right at that moment, he was too far gone, too needy, too much at the edge of his rope that was fraying with that heavy, insistent need for her. She'd barely gotten the words out of her mouth before he was moving, crawling up along her to crush his mouth to hers, a hand under her back to pull her up against him as he half-hovered over her, between those lovely thighs of hers.]

[She'd barely finished her breath before he was right above her, molded against her as if he couldn't bear to be separated from her and she gave as good as she got, clinging to him tightly as her mouth crashed down against his. A needy groan escaped her as she did her best to pull him in and tasted herself on his lips. Her arms roamed over his back and shoulders before they found his chest, one hand spreading out against his stomach before delving downwards to cup that tent in his pants.]

Unhf...

[Groaned out against her lips as he felt her touch him. Even through the trousers and boxers, it was enough to make him buck into her hand, to pull her up against him as if by that sheer touch, he could dissolve their clothes and just be in her right at that moment.]

Chloe... love... I'm... bloody hell, I want you.

I know. Want you too.

[Whispered brokenly against his mouth as he held her against him. She felt him even through their clothes as she cupped him, so hard she could practically imagine what he'd feel like in her bare hand, hot and throbbing at the want of her. With more than a little desperation, her fingers sought out his zipper, tugging it down just enough so she could delve her hand right into his pants, fingers slipping past the band of his boxers to wrap around his cock.]

Oh--!

[A broken exclamation, hips rocking a few times as he just reveled in that feel of her skin on his, on that most sensitive part of him that craved her. He looked down at her, saw her disheveled and mostly undressed and realized what a ridiculous pair they were.]

Naked. I want you naked.

[She nodded against him, quick little desperate jerks of her head as she opened her eyes to look at him. He was hard and heavy in her hand, a hot slickness to him as her thumb pressed against the head of his cock and already felt the precum smearing over him there. She wanted more of him, all of him around her, inside of her.

So with more than a little strength or nudging suggestion, Chloe pulled her hand away from him and gripped at his shoulders, veering up so that she could attempt to topple the Devil himself over onto his back.]

Oop!

[Whatever he'd been expecting, it hadn't exactly been that. He let himself be pushed, falling over onto his side, then rolling onto his back, arm still around her to draw her with him. Because like hell was he letting her get more than a few inches away from touching him at any point that evening.

He was on his back, looking up at her with need and wonder, hair mussed and a flush over his cheeks as he let his eyes just drink her in.]

[She couldn't help but smile and chuckle at his reaction, something like pride on her flushed features even as she tried to calm her panting breaths. Once she'd practically peeled his arm from around her, she leaned back until she was sitting in his lap, arms rising to catch the end of her dress so she could pull it up and off over her head, her bra soon following suit until they were a forgotten pile on the floor somewhere. Until there she sat astride him, bared and naked before him.]

Perfection.

[The word was said softly, with a note of worship as his hand lifted to barely touch over her side, tracing up along her front to cup her breast gently. She sat there, naked and warm and looking smug and proud and aroused and he had a sudden moment of clarity that he'd found his match. That person that fit him better than any other and he moved his hand around to her back to tug her down.]

Kiss me.

Glad you approve.

[Said with a fondness she couldn't quite voice or put into words, though her heart pounded loud enough in her chest to tell her that she wanted this. Wanted him and his oddities and the warm embrace of him on this faraway moon. And suddenly she remembered how possible it was not to have him here with her when she'd grown so used to him, had come to value his company and partnership to the point she could oftentimes barely believe it.

So she fell into him, mouth pressing against his in a needy, open-mouthed kiss even as she tried to speak.]

Your pants. Do you want to...?

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