bakerstreet | Calm You Down Smut Meme

I don't want to stop. I want to rend him limb from limb.

[There was a growl to the edge of his words, jaw clenching as he tried, for her, to rein himself in. It was hard, harder than he would have imagined, the ends of his fingers tingling with the need to wrap them around Amenadiel's neck...

Then she was touching him, squeezing his hand, comforting him in that effortless and thoughtless way she had, touching him as though she wasn't afraid, even though he'd seen it in her eyes but a moment before. Then she hid her face from him, eyes dropping and he scowled, one that deepened when she mentioned pain.

He pulled a hand free, tucking her hair carefully behind her ear before tipping her chin up so he could see it.]

Again, I apologize. I didn't think to offer anything. I suppose I've a bottle around here for guests. Though--

[And then a somewhat meek look overcame him, guilt flickering over his face.]

I suppose I should have taken you to a doctor instead of-- [Dragging her back to his lair like a caveman] Should I?

[Chloe wanted so badly to pull away from him, not out of fear but out of consideration that he wouldn't have to be so pained and guilty by seeing the bruising on her cheek and jaw, reminded every time. It would've probably been a better idea to back away and leave, give him space and give herself time to heal. Put some distance between them. But would it really help?

She looked off to the side when he lifted her chin, unsure if she could meet his gaze yet, and when she did that was when she caught the emotion fleeting in his expression. No, oh no no...]

Don't do that... [He would have no idea what she was talking about and that was fine with her because Chloe was lifting her hands to slide them over his jaw, one hot still and the other cold, framing it. The gesture was innocence, really, leaning up onto her toes to bring their faces close, brushing his lips with hers in what seemed like a ghost of a kiss, gentle, oddly comforting.] Don't.

[Going to a doctor wasn't exactly an option anymore, not for her.]

[He might have said something then, but she lifted up, rose up to touch her lips to his so gently, he froze, as if any movement might harm her. As if realizing just how ultimately fragile she was and wanting so very much not to harm her further.]

Don't do what?

[Asked in a whisper, his thumb tucked against her chin as he kept careful hold of her. The bruise would be ugly, spreading over her cheek and up to her eye. He knew he'd likely get a visit from Dan over it and would face that when it came. 'She's the mother of my child'... She wasn't that for him, but she was so much more.

But she was giving him a look, one he didn't quite understand. Telling him not to... to what?]

No doctor?

No doctor. Not now.

[She whispered back, keeping their faces close. Another kiss pressed to his lips, left hand sliding her fingers over his ear and into his hair. Even his scalp felt hot under her touch.]

But don't... don't look at me like that. Don't be guilty.

[Something she wondered if he knew he was showing her. As for Dan, she would deal with him, and if he spit out Lucifer's name and declared revenge in some form, she would wave it off and make some excuses. Chloe would take the heat for this, no one else.]

[Hot and cold framed his face, the colder hand feeling more so due to how hot his own anger made him. She was looking at him as if it was he that needed coddling, that needed to be managed and handled carefully. Didn't she see how much worse it could have been for her?]

I don't--

[He cut himself off, about to say he didn't feel guilty, but a moment of thought told him he did. Not that he could control Amenadiel's actions, particularly not when he was without his wings, but somehow, her being there felt like his fault. Her standing between him and a pissed off angel felt like the blame lay at his feet.

His hand slid up to hers, traveling down along her arm to her shoulder, trying so hard to keep those chaotic and visceral reactions to himself.]

I'm sorry, Chloe. I wish I could do more than just say that.

Stop.

[Chloe pressed her fingers in against the back of his head, sliding down to his nape. Her brows knitted in concern. It was amusing how he was trying to handle her carefully while she was doing the same to him. Neither of them would win, they would only go in circles.]

What you can do is kiss me.

[And he better, she was pressing up again for another kiss, kissing the corner of his mouth and moving another toward the center of his bottom lip. Those chaotic emotions continuing to war within him, they needed to be brought down, calmed.]

[For once, he was at a loss as to what to do with his hands. Did he lay them on her and risk further harm? Or leave them off and risk her ire? There was no real way to tell with her and he hesitated before he slid them up over her back, holding her as carefully as he could.

She kissed him, small, light little kisses that felt like little jolts of electricity, singing through him with each press of her mouth to his until he tipped his head down and caught her lips in a proper kiss, though it definitely bordered on gentle. He wanted too much from her, he wanted everything from her, and he had no idea how to get it.]

[Chloe stepped in at the gentle press against her back. She felt his lips lean in and as she leaned up, her other hand moving to his shoulder, she nearly turned her face away at the twinge in her cheek from her jaw opening. All she wanted was a deep kiss, to feel his tongue, taste it. Instead she hid her brief embrace with the pain, and coaxed a little more out of him in the hopes of using what pleasure he could bring her to mask it, and vice versa.

Forgetting about what had happened, even temporarily, that was the plan. First, she needed to move him away from the broken bar, take him to his room. Her hands lowered to his hips, tugged gently, taking a slow step backwards.]

[Lucifer knew pain. He knew how to give it, how to make it last, and when someone was suffering it. He drew back, eyes searching her face as she tugged at him, not moving just yet as he frowned in concern.]

What are you doing?

[And why could he never read her motivations as easily as others?]

Getting you away from here.

[She didn't look away as his gaze roamed over her. A glance over to where his room sat should've been a good enough answer without speaking.]

Is that... not okay?

[One hand moved from her back to hover over the side of her face, not touching, but he could feel the heat from the broken blood vessels.]

You're hurt.

[As if that was supposed to explain everything, explain why he balked, explain why he was so afraid to touch her, like she was spun glass and he was made of jagged rock.]

I am. But I'll tell you when it gets to be too much, I promise. Just... Please.

[Chloe reached up to take his hand, pulling it down and lacing their fingers together. Another small tug was given, brows furrowing. The rest of her plea was in the way she looked up at him, carefully leaning back into the hand at her back.

She wasn't afraid, he needed to see that.]

[She always mixed him up so much. He wanted to tell her to go, to stay away from him and the danger he brought to her, but the woman walked into danger as part of her job. He remembered her lying on the floor, blood splattered up over her face as she bled from a bullet wound, remembered that shocked look in her eyes at the thought she might be dying. He remembered how pale she'd looked on that hospital bed, how he'd been staring at her as if breaking his gaze away would make her stop breathing. He hadn't been able to relax until she'd opened her eyes that day. He'd felt that same dread when he'd seen her go flying across the room, felt a rage within him that surpassed what he'd felt for that mongoloid, Jimmy. He'd wanted retribution on Amenadiel, had laid hands on him for his trespass, but it wasn't enough. The celestial ass had fled and Lucifer was going to hunt him down and have a little chat about how one with heavenly powers treats humans.

But right now, she was looking up at him, tugging at him to get him to follow along with her to his bedroom and he had a very real urge to wrap her up in something soft and warm to see if that would keep her from any further harm.]

You don't normally ask so sweetly. I think it's confusing me.

[An attempt at humor, his feet finally moving from where he'd made a stand.]

You confuse me, too, Lucifer...

[If they were going to be honest. And it was no joke to her. Chloe still didn't know what to feel when she was around him. He made her feel... a lot of things. Things she hadn't felt in a while, since she'd first met Dan and their relationship grew. But what she had with Lucifer, someone who reminded her a little of Tony Stark minus the genuis IQ in quantum physics and building machines and robots and all that nonsense, this wasn't a relationship. Not a real one, anyway. She questioned it daily, any time he crossed her mind. Wondered why she kept going back and spending time with him. Why she kept him in her life.

Lucifer Morningstar was someone she considered a friend and someone she enjoyed working with. However... things were beyond that, it was just a matter of trying to figure out what stage that was that they were at and what it was supposed to mean. She'd meant it when she'd said she wasn't exactly ready for something serious and that she didn't think he could so it on top of running such a busy and popular club.

He confused her, a lot, and he annoyed her. He opened his mouth at such inopportune times and spent a majority of his time trying to get her naked and left in a state of messy and trembling beyond her control. He drove her to such a point of need and hunger that it almost scared her; not enough, as sometimes she took the situation into her own hands and led, guided where and how this new and spectacular passion between them would go.

Chloe made it hers just as she made him hers, unknowingly.

Each moment was a moment where the two of them were sinking their claws into one another and neither had no real idea what that meant, what came with it.]

I think I... like confusing you more than I like vexing you. But there is some part of me that enjoys pushing you, pushing until you snap.

[Her fingers gave his a gentle squeeze, eyes up on his, taking her backward steps slowly. Any and all kinds of contact; touch, vocal, eyes. Chloe never broke away from any, she wanted him to stay focused on her.]

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That's part of why you confuse me. You clearly like the bad boys, have a preference for danger, and yet you never reacted to me like any of the others. I've always found the adrenaline junkies and the real addicts for danger to be the ones that have been the most... enthusiastic about pursuing me. And you walk into gunfire on a daily basis. You, Detective, are an enigma. But--

[He kept moving with her, watching her as her eyes locked on his, sliding his hand down over her shoulder, rubbing along her arms to just touch somewhere he hoped didn't hurt her.]

I think I like you like that. Not so easy to persuade. I'm not used to being told no, nor for working for anything. I'm not used to wanting something and having to wait for it. Then you came waltzing along...

I feel things. Strange things. Jealousy, if you can believe Linda. Fear, that you'll succumb to that human fragility and get lost to me. Something... not quite affection. Different. But you... push. You ask for the truth, you get it, and you disbelieve it. Never step between Amenadiel and I again, Chloe. Or Amenadiel and anyone. He has no concern for your safety. He won't stop just because you're in his way.

[Not like he had -- more than once.]

I like the bad boys? [Was he referring to himself or to Dan? Dan was far from a 'bad boy', and the thought made her snort out a chuckle. That was hilarious. While her ex-husband did certainly try to put up that front, Chloe could always see right through it, rolling her eyes each time. A flicker of pain darkened her eyes as she made a face then, brow twitching.] That's funny.

You're not exactly a "bad boy", Lucifer, not to me.

[Maybe that was what the other women always trying to get his attention thought of him, such a persona being what attracted them to him. He was devilishly handsome, had a sense of humor that bordered on blatantly vulgar and lewd but charming (and the accent added to it). His frame cut well when suited in the expensive designer suits and shirts he wore, all brand name labels. To her, that wasn't it. Bad boy to her was someone who rebelled in more obvious ways like James Dean in Rebel Without a Cause; alcohol, drugs, motorcycle, breaking rules. Steady run-ins with the police.

Jealousy. She didn't need to hear him admit to it, it was obvious in the way he seemed to always respond to her when she riled him up purposefully, whether she mentioned other men or he came across her sitting with one to share a conversation. And whenever Dan was around, the low barb comments Lucifer would throw, cutting sarcasm, the tightening jaw and dark look shadowing his face. Chloe gave a quiet hum to acknowledge it. Nothing else needed to be said, not right now.]

Attachment. Infatuation. That could be it.

[Death, it was inevitable. If it wasn't going to happen when she was laying in bed taking her last breath at the age of eighty-eight, surrounded by her loved ones, then she was going to face it one of these days while on the job. It scared her; what would happen to Trixie? How would her mother react? Chloe couldn't bear the thought of Trixie growing up without her. Her little girl was already so smart for a seven year old, Chloe hoped she was going to be there for her graduation, help her with prom, use some good old cop threats on any boy who dared to come in and break her heart.]

I know. I have the headache as a reminder.

[She could still remember flying through the air, the shock rippling down her spine from the side of her face. No, Chloe would be more careful the next time he was around. She should've suspected something, that Amenadiel wouldn't stop if she pressed a hand to his chest the way she did with Lucifer countless of times in the face of his rage. How was she to know? Amenadiel had been so pleasant to her face, smiles and returning her harmless flirtations.

Lucifer seemed absolutely serious about this, saying her name. She could see in his expression as he looked at her that it was no laughing matter, and Chloe was not laughing.]

I had to do something. [Sighed, stepping back into his bedroom now as they reached it. A couple more steps and his bed was at her back.] I just didn't... expect you to fly off the handle like that.

I could be, but I have a feeling you wouldn't like it.

[Sex, drugs, and rock and roll was part of his motto. He'd perfected it, after all. Had a hand in the making of it. He just... tried not to do too much of it around her. Particularly the drugs, as she was such a stickler for the law. It was hardly James' fault that Lucifer just had more charm and abilities to talk himself out of his run ins with the police. Rebel Without A Cause might have been played differently if Lucifer was starring.

She spoke of infatuation and he shook his head. No, that wasn't it. He'd been drawn in by things before, caught in that moment of 'want'. This? Not close to it, but again, he didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say to it because he could hardly admit to deeper feelings when he was just learning that they came in levels deeper than a shallow puddle.

They reached his room and he slid his arms around her, drawing her carefully to him in an embrace.]

I didn't expect him to lay hands on you. Me, yes, but I didn't think he'd dare risk Father's wrath.

[His head rested carefully on top of hers, his mood still melancholy and his thoughts of her fragility still making him act too careful with her.]

Are you referring to my... retaliation? What did you expect? Applause for an impressive distance shot?

[A shudder went through him as again, the possibilities of all the things that could go wrong flickered behind his eyes.]

If he touches you again, I'll do far worse.

I've dealt with a lot of bad boys in my time at the precinct. Nothing you say will surprise me, Lucifer.

[Attachment, infatuation, love. All of those she'd had plenty of years to experience, and sometimes maybe she felt like she knew each like the back of her hand. She shouldn't have expected an answer from him, not when she saw him struggle with some particular emotions almost every other day.

Chloe leaned in against him, taking a moment to sink into the embrace with her uninjured cheek resting to his chest, tension ebbing out of her. She stood in silence and listened to his heartbeat, drank in the heat and even the security his hold offered and more. She had so many questions about Amenadiel and the family they came from despite how often he openly talked about everything with her, and he was right - she asked, he never lied, and she disbelieved.

Her arms went around him, hands smoothing up his back and down, feeling tense muscle under his shirt. Feeling the way he shuddered.]

Yeah. Your retaliation. I get it, you have my back just the same as I'll always have yours. And I've seen you mad, so furious that...

[What did he mean? Would Lucifer kill Amenadiel? He'd said earlier that he would rend the man limb from limb. Now Chloe shuddered, shaking her head, and lifted it from his chest to face him, letting her forehead rest there instead. She pressed a kiss over his heart, fingers curling in the back of his shirt.]

[He spared a smile at that, one she couldn't see with his cheek pressed to her head.]

I find that hard to believe.

[She rested against him and he felt an odd sense of relief. She should be scared of him. She'd seen what he could do. She'd seen more than she cared to admit, and yet here she was, arms around him and trying to soothe him like he was a beast that needed taming.

Perhaps he was, even negating the names given him by others. He certainly had felt like one when he'd attacked his brother. He and the angels of Heaven had a tenuous relationship. There was angst and jealousy, loathing and spite, but there was a form of affection there as well. Remembered times. An endless existence where they'd always been there. Familiarity. Yet he'd risk losing that if his brother dared lay a hand on her in anger again. Amenadiel wouldn't have to wait for Father to punish him for his faults; Lucifer would happily take the mantle of punisher again for that transgression.]

That what?

Try me. Not... now. I mean maybe next weekend we'll talk about it.

[The fear from earlier wasn't completely gone. For now, Chloe had all intentions of pushing it from her mind. Or that was until he was pressing for some kind of an answer, for her to continue.]

That I've seen you do things I... can't put words to, no matter how many times you tell me the answer. Or that it's right in front of me.

[Now she began to pull back, not out of fear but to look up at him, to lower herself to the edge of his bed. One of his hands was held in hers, her fingers brushing the black signet ring on his one finger.]

You scare me, Lucifer. You scare me but it isn't exactly the kind of fear you think it might be.

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[She drew back and looked up at him, lowered herself to sit on the bed in front of him as she told him she was scared of him. He felt hurt, didn't know it flickered over his face for a moment before he stilled it. Her hand on his had him not wanting to draw away, but he didn't know what else to do.]

There's only one kind of fear that causes someone to be scared. Frankly, I'm surprised it took you this long to succumb to it. Most people don't handle evil inherent very well.

[He thought she'd accepted him as he was, finally believed he was the Lucifer of all the stories -- and that she was scared of him because of it. Not that he blamed her, but still... it hurt and he didn't know why.]

[Chloe had caught the shift in his expression, her stomach twisting at the brief sight of it. That feeling turned sharp when his hand withdrew and it was Chloe's turn to look hurt, more than she was already feeling. She would've reached for his hand again but he was the one who'd pulled away first, her hands limp over her lap.

Right now was a good time to wish him a good night and leave, give him that space with the distance it felt like they were unintentionally putting between one another. Chloe set her jaw and dropped her hands to grip the edges of the bed, pushing back up to her feet seconds after.]

I'm not succumbing to anything. And that's a lie. There's more to it than that.

I don't lie.

[Bit out automatically out of habit, but he watched her get up with a crease between his brows, not certain why she'd looked hurt, again, or why she was looking like she was gearing up for a fight.]

What more is there? You're afraid of me, as you have every right to be. You could have been hurt much worse tonight. Because of me.

No?

[The numbing chill from the ice bag had begun to wear off, a dull ache beginning to return. It was enough to put a damper on any fight she had left in her. Chloe looked away, turned to the side, bringing a hand up to gingerly cradle her cheek.

It was beginning to feel like a tooth ache. She almost wished to cut the discussion short and retrieve the baggie, glancing past him to where the bar was in the other room.]

I already said I'm not afraid of you, Lucifer-- Just- stop blaming yourself.

I did this. This was my choice. I was the one who got between you two.

Yes, and you did it for me!

[Which was the part that bothered him the most. He was the fallen one, the angel without grace, the ruler of hell and all those that crawled into his domain. She was a human, fragile and mortal, able to be snuffed out in an instant. He was evil incarnate and she was... well, he knew where she was going when she finally left this plane. People did not stand between him and danger. They hid behind him. They pushed him into it. They didn't try to stop it from happening to him.]

Never do that. Never stop something meant for me. I couldn't--

[His throat closed at the thought of her crumpled body against the wall and his legs lost their ability to hold him up. He sunk down onto the floor, kneeling before her as his arms came around her. He rested his cheek against her belly, eyes closed.]

I'm not ready for you to leave this world. I've only just found you.

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