![]() ![]() I could make it up to you later.” Seeing that the spawn wasn’t within eye line, he snuck in a quick squeeze somewhere else. “-not doing anything weird right now, but it probably looks weird to her if I'm lying on top of you all the time.” “I know we’re-” She looked up over the top of the couch. Lucifer squeezed her wrist as she lifted off him. Chloe sighed and leaned up quickly when she heard approaching feet. He had one pajama’d leg dangling off the couch, the other under Lucifer somewhere. “The child isn't far.” He still hadn’t quite gotten used to calling her by her given name.ĭan resumed playing with black hair, clawing his fingernails lightly into unruly curls. The fingers in his hair paused, the lap under Lucifer twisting a little. Chloe had undone some of his shirt buttons with sly kisses, pressing her head against his skin and just breathing, listening to his heartbeat, wrapping her arms around under his shoulders, one under Dan’s knee. And silk robes rarely stayed decent when one occupied a couch horizontally - which was part of the fun. For some reason, they still opposed ‘nothing’ most of the time. It was either rolled sleeved dress-shirt, robe or nothing. Lucifer was as dressed down before bed as he would be. Try to be a nice Devil once in a while and this is what you get? As if he’d gift her a new car as opposed to a well-loved classic. She then informed him that he would not be buying Beatrice a new car on her eighteenth birthday either. One minute she’s blowing him off, as if he were the demanding father instead of Daniel, then the next she’s politely requesting some sort of credits for her phone games.Īfter generously loading her up with phone credits, Chloe had the nerve to be cross with him for topping off her accounts, informing the child they would be her birthday presents from now until she turned eighteen. ![]() Once she understood certain people would be sleeping over regularly, she downright started taking him for granted. Not that the child didn’t still adore having Lucifer around. She simply rolled her eyes in the trademarked style of her mom when they came down in the middle of her breakfast one morning in particular when they thought she had already left for school. Trixie had long passed the point of enamorment with their antics. He had the grace to feel a little mortified, remembering certain noises that came out of the bedroom from time to time, even keeping it down at Chloe’s apartment. No almost sex noises either with Trixie around.” Half the fingers in his hair diverted to hers. Her softer parts pressed up nicely against the length of him, her golden hair pooling over his shoulder. Her small frame barely covered any of him, less so because she half-sunk between the back of the couch and him. They pretended to pay attention to the Disney movie that Trixie left on before she ran out of the room to do something. He rewarded the firm pressure of fingers ticking through his thick hair with another low rumble in his throat.Ĭhloe lay sprawled on him in her pastel pajamas and a pink tank top, laying comfortably over his upper body, her head resting on his broad chest. Chloe even threatened to have him lounging in printed character pajamas but he hadn’t touched the hideous things that she claimed were ‘gifts’. And the asking pretty much didn’t happen when it came to material things. True, that had never really changed, but Chloe and Dan gave more than they asked for. Entertaining patrons became less fun when they all wanted something from him. He’d hired a manager for Lux to get a few more nights off. Frankly, it was getting worse by the day. He managed to sneak into the Police Precinct bathroom a few times and fix it, but it was a losing battle. ![]() He could barely keep anything resembling a reasonable amount of product in it before one of them leapt in and messed it up again. ![]() Both his humans were obsessed with his hair. Wing preening had some inherent affection, sure, but it had been more like a regular duty than voluntary. His favorite humans - some of them - petted him in ways his siblings never had. Fingers stroked through his curls, massaging his scalp. ![]()
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