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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.]

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Fair point, but it's particularly potent coming from yo-- ah.

[She got a hold of his wings, feathers bunching under her touch and shivering as the sensation was like a full body stroke over him. He stills his wings, watching her with something of an intensity to his gaze, fingers clenching and unclenching as he debated on closing in that distance and touching her.]

You've caught me, Detective. What do you plan to do with me?

Whatever I want to.

[Spoken lowly as she strokes at him further, knowing how much it affected him and wanting to get him riled up. She noticed the way his body reacted to her whenever she touched him there; like it was a live wire of sensation. Her hand spreads up and over his wing, fingers bunching gently into the feathers before pulling away again, moving to another spot to do the same thing.]

You seem to like it when I boss you around anyhow.

I do, don't I?

[He steps in more, wings ruffling under her hand as he sweeps the other one around her, caging her in white feathers as he reaches for her legs.]

Though, I should clarify that I very much do like it. I wouldn't want it to just seem like a thing. So, Detective. What is it you want to do with me?

You already know what I want.

[Spoken lowly as she watches him close in on her. Her eyes were dark but alert in the dimmed light of the penthouse, an intent but easy kind of arousal.]

Perhaps--

[He draws in a quick breath, stepping further in so he can step up just against her, fitting into that spread of her legs as he looked down at her, feathers almost docile in her hold.]

Perhaps I'd like you to say it.

[The fact of that wasn't lost on her. The idea that such a powerful creature such as himself held himself so calmly and intimately in her hold. Like he belonged there. Belonged to her.]

I want your hands and wings all over me.

As you wish...

[A phrase breathed out as he reached to draw her in, picking her up off the piano as he wound his wings and arms around her. Their little plan for foreplay was currently forgotten in his need to please her. And she was still frustratingly dressed, so his hands had to slip in under her shirt to touch her.]

Lucifer...

[Mumbled against his shoulder as he curled himself around her and drew her close. Her arms reached for him back, hands delving into his feathers without a second thought. Even if she was clothed, she felt that familiar ache for him settling in her belly, igniting the part of her that needed him to touch her.]

[He stopped her from saying anything else, from driving him mad with her voice by crushing his lips to hers. He was more than fully aroused at the moment, the teasing and her manhandling of his wings having woken his cock nicely, and she would likely feel that nudging at her as he shifted his hold on her, moving to carry her towards their bed, his plans just as evident as his arousal.]

So predictable.

[Muttered against the shell of his ear as he carried her to bed, arms and legs clutched around him tightly. Her mouth found the side of his face and jaw as she nipped teasing little words of encouragement against him and, yes, cradled the hardness of his body against hers.]

Sorry, am I distracting you?

[Yes, Lucifer. She is currently kneading at the inner skin of your wing. Like she's unearthing some undiscovered treasure as a knowing grin comes to her face.]

Yes, you little minx.

[There was a growl to his voice, an edge to it as he moved further towards the bed, but she was teasing him too much, her hands too clever in finding those places that had him wanting nothing more than to be inside her. He made it as far as the wall, pressing her up against it as a hand lifted to tear her shirt down the middle. He spread the material open, cupping her breast through her bra as he stole another kiss.]

[She would be lying if she said she hadn't expected that. Lucifer, for all his sexual prowess, had a distinct threshold when it came to teasing. He craved her with an intensity she hadn't anticipated, though that seemed dumb, now that she thought on it. Of course he's wanted her. But he tugged and pressed and kissed against her like he was starving; like nothing else would do for him in that moment.

It gets her every time.

Which is why she finds herself returning that kiss in all its vigor, wrapping her arms around his neck as she pulls him in closer to crash her mouth against his.]

[When she returned his kiss with as much passion as himself, he moved his hand down to work open the button of her jeans.

Jeans which were also going to be ripped, the material jerking against her before he threw it away, pressing her back up against the wall properly as he licked into her mouth. It was maddening how she made him want her, how he couldn't think past a certain point with her. They came together and the world ceased to be -- and he couldn't seem to care.]

[She hardly even notices the fabric tearing in the frenzy of limbs and lips rushing at each other. But she sure as hell felt him when he propped her up against the wall, the hard line of his body fitted snugly over hers. Something like a moan escaped her lips and fell against his as she nipped at him perhaps a bit harder than necessary before she tilted her head back to watch him with half-lidded eyes.]

[A lesser tug and then her panties were also dropped to the floor, that hand sliding down between her legs to cup her, teasing fingers along her slit, petting her almost too gently in contrast to the look of utter destruction that blazed red in his eyes.]

[That fiery glow is so sudden her entire body shudders out of reflex. And yet it's not fear she feels lacing through her veins, but excitement. Something hot and fast and intense that almost makes her want to fling her shirt and bra off just to feel more of him against her.

Instead she settles for grinding herself over his hand as best she can, wanting more of that friction.]

[He doesn't give it to her, teasing her with that light, deft touch instead. A finger parts her, barely, and slides forward until he almost touches around her clit, but he finishes his stroke just before then, his hand in direct contrast to the way his mouth is nipping and biting along her throat, or how his body is pressed against her, cock already leaking and smearing wet along her skin.]

Damn it.

[Hissed out in contained frustration between clenched teeth. He really knew how to tease her, how to build her up to that steep and bright edge of need before he backed away again. Knowing she wanted it but not letting her have it yet.

She gave a sharp tug at his hair with one hand, the other doing the same with his wing. Just to let him know she knew what he was doing.]

Yes?

[Even as he tried to instill a bit of humor, a little teasing into that single word, it still came out with the edge of a growl. His wings were as curved around her as they could get, what with her pressed to the wall and all, forming a white, feathery barrier between her and the outside world. She grabbed at one, along with his hair, and he groaned, using his palm to apply pressure to the outside of her mound, a little tease along the overside of her clit as he breathed against her neck.]

[That cocky tone of his was overpowered by the want in his voice, which sent an edge of satisfaction through her at the sound of it. The white of his feathers surrounded her and left her breathless as she kept up her clutching touches, biting her lip so hard she might've drawn blood.]

You're such an ass.

[Hissed out against his ear as he continued toying with her, feeling that curl of heat between her legs as he teased her clit.] Move. [The word was strained as she gripped at him and tilted her body forward in an attempt to catch him off balance. He's not the only one who liked taking control.]

Was that something about my ass?

[He laughed darkly against her mouth, feeling her push at him as she urged them to move. To get out of that teasing static location and move somewhere more... productive. He used his wings to push off from the wall, arms full of her, sidling to the side to get up those stairs and find his way to the bed.]

I said that you are one. It wasn't a comment about your ass specifically.

[A frazzled huff, followed by the scramble of limbs as he adjusted them and began to move them up the stairs. Her hands wandered over him without thought, clinging to mussed hair and feathers eagerly as she nipped a biting kiss against his earlobe.

A throaty little laugh left her lips.]

What happened to having fun on the piano?

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You love my backside.

[He crawled into the bed, wings spreading out behind him as he lay her down, tugging at the remains of her shirt and debating how much patience he had left in regards to her bra.]

The piano will be there later. I don't plan on just having you on it once, love.

Someone's pretty sure of themselves.

[She goes down easily, body splayed out across the bed as she watched him stretch out above her, wings and all spread in all their glory. While he may be debating about his patience and her bra, she was not. Hastily, she makes quick work of unhooking the clasp, letting the garment trail down her shoulders.]

I am.

[For now, at least. He might come across those moments where she threw him for a loop and he didn't know how to handle things, but for now, he was sure. With her spread out underneath him, throwing the last of her clothes off as he smiled down at her, he was sure.]

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