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[ If anyone has been looking for Lucifer for the past several-ish days, he’s been totally incommunicado. Not around the ship, not in his cabin on floor 2, not responding to any messages left for him. But he’s not gone.

Now he’s back, in fact! Today he’s in a cabin, and he’s… shirtless. And his hair is a bit mussed, bordering on curly, rather than its usual perfectly-coiffed state. You’re welcome! And, frankly, he looks a hell of a lot more relaxed than he did the last time he showed his face on the network - he’d been almost manic before, a slightly sharp edge to the smiles that never quite reached his eyes. Now, however, he’s chill. Easy. The smile is maybe less bright, but more genuine, the corners of his eyes crinkled with it. ]

If there’s still anyone suffering from an inability to speak, I have a suggestion to make! Have you tried orgasms?

[ He looks very smug about something. And then a female voice can be heard off-camera, one that no one on the ship will recognize except for Miss Lopez. An exasperated “Lucifer!”

He only looks more smug, if that’s possible. ]

Right. Coming, Detective!

[ See what he did there? And he turns off the video feed before anyone can catch a glimpse of the mysterious Detective. ]

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Amenadiel did what he’s good at—he helped me in seeing the deeper meaning behind being… God’s gift to you.

And, yes, absolutely. You owe him a very big thank you. [ She takes a slow, deep breath. ] I thought that my entire life was, well, basically a lie. That every decision I made, I didn’t make it. It was already made for me, like something pre-made.

It was more than that, and we have him to thank.

You felt like a pawn, in some game you didn’t know the rules for.

[ Yeah. YEAH. He’s intimately familiar with that feeling. ]

That’s… definitely one way of putting it, yeah.

I’m sorry, that you ever felt that way.

[ He says that sincerely. ]

I - I suppose I kept it from you because I didn’t want that for you. You deserve to make your own choices - and you do.

You don't have to apologize for anything. Your father is the one who has some explaining to do.

[ Lucifer scoffs. At what, precisely, is difficult to say - the idea that he has nothing to apologize for, or the idea that his Father does? ]

That goes without saying, but He never will. Answer for it.

You can't know that, Lucifer. Anything is possible.

I know my Father, Detective. Since time immemorial - literally. He'd never admit to the slightest mistake. It's all part of the plan.

Yes. Right. Just like I was “part of the plan”.

[ Then Chloe sighs, sliding to the other side of the bed, sheet only over a thigh. She sits there for a moment with her back to him, hands braced on the edge. ]

Things change and happen sometimes without even… [ A hand gestures upwards, drops back down to the bed. ] … you know.

Lots of things change, all the time.

[ he leans over presses a kiss to the back of her shoulder. ]

Just… not for my Dad.

[ The tension eases just slightly with feeling his lips press at her shoulder. She ducks her head for a moment, uses the curtain of hair to hide a small smile, and then reaches back to cup her hand over the back of his neck. ]

I’m sorry. I know.

It still bothers you?

[ He lets her keep him there, always just happy to be close to her. Even if something does seem to be bothering her. At least these days he can tell. ]

A little. Sometimes.

[ Such as when the conversation or her thoughts drift back to that whole revelation and ordeal. ]

I’ll be fine.

Well, if there’s anything I can do…

[ he presses another kiss to the side of her neck. ]

You said Amenadiel helped you before. I bet I can do a better job than him.

[ eh? Eh??? ]

[ He gets a laugh out of her, even as she’s tilting her head to grant him more skin to taste and tease. The slender slope of neck and shoulder. ]

He helped me through communication.

[ he makes a mock-offended sound against her skin. ]

I can communicate. In any language you like, even. Try me.

Your way of communicating is through touch.

[ Chloe turns more towards him, tucking some hair behind an ear. ]

Not that that’s a bad thing.

[ he can’t help but hum in pleasure - it’s only been a few days, and he’s already addicted to the feeling of her fingers in his hair. She could probably ask him anything whilst petting him and he’d agree. ]

Still. If you need - time, or… anything, really.

[ She follows the curve of his ear with a fingertip. ]

I don’t think taking time will help anyone. We’re on a ship. In space.

Weird, even for us.

[ Lucifer makes a slight face. ]

The timeline differences don’t help, I imagine.

The timeline differences don’t… actually bother me so much.

[ A gesture is made to everything around them before she’s rising from the bed, taking a look around for her clothes. ]

It’s the lack of preparation for our unexpected Space Adventures.

[ Lucifer sort of leans back on an elbow to watch her, just enjoying the sight of her naked and comfortable in his space. ]

Should we add it to the LAPD’s emergency preparedness training? “Interdimensional space travel”?

[ Aha, there’s her underwear. They’re pulled on as she searches for her bra and shirt next. ]

Might as well. But really, the training would have been real nice.

No arguments here. Except - where are you going?

[ Aw, she’s covering up. Shame. ]

Hm?

[ She turns back to the bed, bra strap hooked on a finger, dangling. Her hair covers only one breast. ]

Oh. I thought we were done. I was going to take a look around the ship. [ Head tilting, Chloe moves to stand at the bedside. The bra drops. ] You’re clearly not finished. Or you want more… of this…?

[ A fingertip teases the waistband of her panties, hooks under it. ]

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