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[hellicious]

who: Lucifer and whomever
what: Setting up the bar, continuing to lease out floors, subtly moving Chloe's stuff over.
when: 11-16 August
where: Lux, the building, possibly all over town
warnings: Likely eventual smut in thread w/Chloe. Possible language in other threads. Will update if needed.

Getting the bar set up without Mazikeen there to do most of the heavy lifting for him, or barking at people to do the heavy lifting, was a new experience in itself. He hadn't realized how much he'd relied on her to do so much for him. The day to day things. The contracts. The bills. Even the hiring of staff had been left in her capable hands. Lucifer didn't have much of an inkling of what constituted as 'good' in terms of staff for his place other than 'wanted to be there and was legally allowed to be'. Finding out just how low the drinking age was in Quarantine was a bit of a surprise and he had to mandate that there'd be an age restriction on the club itself. Why? Because he was pro-sex, pro-drugs, and anti-child. Having fourteen year olds dancing around would just kill the mood for him, so Lux would have an 19+ age limit on who'd be allowed in as far as patronage.

He was also still leasing out the other floors that hadn't been rented, so far two taken up by one Stephen Strange and some pack of hooligans with odd markings all over them who he'd been told may not take too kindly to Satan being their landlord. Well, that was their problem, wasn't it?

In an attempt to fill the other floors, before Lux opened for good, he'd be hosting 'come meet your potential landlord' parties; hosting lunches and little shindigs to help get the new staff used to what he expected and to give the potential tenants an idea of what the building would be like when the bar was in swing. Lucifer was all about transparency.

He could also be found in town, looking at furniture and possibly trying to find places to recruit staff and tenants. Or possibly in Lux itself just idly playing with his piano, pleased to have it back and to be able to play as he liked.

[Please feel free to PM regarding any potential cr ideas if nothing here suits your interest. Lucifer can likely be found in a variety of places and I'm happy to have him be more accessible if needed.]

Comments

[hellicious]

I still need to break in the piano upstairs...

[One quirk of his brow, his own eyes traveling down her body before coming back up. He loved her lips, her face, her eyes. They were all so expressive.]

[couldkillthedevil]

Do you now?

[A quirk of a brow right back at him, followed by her sliding off the bench again to stand. She slugs the bag back over her shoulder and tilts her head in the direction of the stairs leading up to the elevator.]

Well, I do need to finish moving in anyhow.

[hellicious]

Ooh, wait. I know this part.

[He moved to join her, bending and scooping her up in a quick motion before heading to carry her over towards the stairs that led to the elevator.]

I get to carry you in.

[couldkillthedevil]

Lucifer!

[A surprised squawk of his name left her without her meaning to as he scooped her up, one arm practically flying to wrap around his neck for support while the other gripped uselessly at her bag. And yet he seemed so pleased with himself, which may have contributed to her not resisting to this sudden change in position.]

Carrying someone is generally part of a different human tradition, you know.

[hellicious]

It's all the same thing, love. A homecoming.

[He went up the stairs easily enough, nodding at her to press the call button for the elevator as his hands were clearly full.]

The specifics of it never really matter.

[couldkillthedevil]

Uh huh. Sure.

[She rolled her eyes good-naturedly at him before she pressed the call button, watching the display light up to alert them that it was coming down.]

I think you just like to have the excuse to carry me around.

[hellicious]

Oh, there's definitely some of that in there as well. I love any excuse to have you in my arms... to get my hands on you. To get more than my hands on you.

[couldkillthedevil]

No wonder you want me to move in with you. Easier access, huh?

[It's said with a teasing lilt of her voice. Mostly.]

[hellicious]

[The soft chime signaled the arrival of the elevator and he stepped in with her, still keeping her in his arms.]

I like waking up and looking over to see you there. I like when my pillows smell like your hair. I even like waking up to that ridiculous snoring.

[couldkillthedevil]

What? I don't snore that loudly.

[Okay, or maybe she did. But still. Albanian field wench she is not.

She tightens her grip around his neck as he holds her, feeling that familiar anticipation creeping up her spine as he speaks to her.]

I've got to admit, I feel pretty much the same. Waking up to your hair curling up all over the place and your morning breath has been pretty amazing.

[hellicious]

I don't have morning breath. I'm an angel. That's unseemly.

[Huff. But he was grinning down at her as they started to move upward, the quiet music playing in the background.]

[couldkillthedevil]

Whatever you want to believe, Lucifer. I know the truth.

[She tilts her head away so she can hide her own amused grin, giving him a small little squeeze as they continued to move up towards the penthouse.]

[hellicious]

Do you? Oh, I don't think you do...

[He lowered his head, nuzzling at her hair until he could move it aside enough to drag his teeth over her neck.]

[couldkillthedevil]

Mmm. Really? Do tell.

[Her voice lowered as his lips touched her skin, an almost automatic response to his touch that she hadn't figured out how to stop. Lucifer may be able to feel the way her pulse picks up speed under his mouth in a quick, fluttering pace.]

[hellicious]

[He could indeed feel the way her pulse fluttered against his lips, smiling as he nipped at her skin, mouth moving up to her ear.]

That'd take all the fun out of it.

[couldkillthedevil]

Uh huh. So you say.

[She's attentive enough to still sound incredulous, at least, though she can't stop the soft shiver that runs down her spine. Within a few more moments, the elevator makes a soft ding sound before the doors slide open to alert them that they've reached their destination.]

Last I checked, you've never been one to resist talking before, fun or not.

[hellicious]

I've got other things I'd like to do with my mouth at the moment, love. It does involve you, though.

[He stepped through the doors, moving quickly over to- yes- the piano.]

[couldkillthedevil]

Me and a piano, you mean.

[It isn't long before they've reached said piano, waiting for the firm press of her back against the front of it. She knows he's been vying for this particular act for awhile now; looks like he'd finally be getting it.]

[hellicious]

If you're amenable.

[He fit in between the piano and the bench, moving to set her up on the top of it, moving to turn her legs to dangle over the keys.]

[couldkillthedevil]

I'm not against it.

[Far from it, actually, considering how quickly she adjusted herself on top of the piano, letting her legs press over the top of the keys while watching him all the while. The impact of her body against the wood sends a soft reverberating noise as she jostles it.]

[hellicious]

Would you like a pillow? Maybe a towel? I do plan on getting you undressed.

[couldkillthedevil]

It's not necessary, but I'm hardly going to complain about you fetching something for me.

[Quipped back at him without pause. She certainly had no illusions about what he intended to do; that much was obvious.]

[hellicious]

Wait here...

[He leaned in and kissed her, a kiss that got drawn out more than he'd intended, purely because he just loved to have his mouth against hers. He loved the way she tasted, how she made him feel. It was always so much more than with anyone else, and he couldn't quite get over that.

When he could finally draw himself away, he made a soft grunt of contentment, then moved to head off up to the bathroom, to grab a towel, then snag a pillow off the couch as he came back.]

There we are. That should suffice. I'm sure you might actually shoot me if I explained how an ass-shaped stain managed to find its way onto my piano to anyone who asked.

[couldkillthedevil]

Right. You would be the type to just let it stay there for an ego trip, wouldn't you?

[A knowing quirk of her brow before she reached out to take the towel and pillow from him, propping herself up so she could adjust herself. Now comfortable and less likely to 'stain' said piano, she held her arms out in a beckoning gesture.]

You're not wrong about the shooting, though.

[hellicious]

For the memories, Detective. I'm trying to build them with you. We could look back at it later and remember the first time I had you on my piano.

[He stood there, watching her, amused as all hell.]

It'd help if we removed the rest of your things first. I'm afraid I oftentimes get carried away with you, and you seem to like your clothes in one piece.