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Lucifer was uncharacteristically quiet as he drove them back to Chloe’s apartment. The day’s events had been extremely tense: an early lead moved them toward the suspect, only for Chloe to be disarmed by said suspect and at some point knocked unconscious, coming to just in time to stop Lucifer from quite literally almost killing the perp.

Now, Lucifer’s grip is tight on the steering wheel and his other hand keeps moving back and forth between the gear shift and the edge of Chloe’s seat. After watching him do this for several minutes, Chloe quietly takes his large right hand in her two hands and gently rubs her thumb in circles over the top of his hand. She feels some of the tension leave him, but not enough to know that everything is okay for him. She watches his face briefly, noting that his jaw is still tight and brow furrowed.

“Lucifer?” Chloe says quietly as he turns the corner onto her street.


“Do you want to stay the night with me?”

He pulls the Corvette into his usual spot next to Chloe’s car and turns off the ignition. After a moment of silence, he responds. “Please.”

He says it so quietly that even in the silence of the car and the night, Chloe barely hears him. She knows he is upset and worried. He always worries when it comes to her and the brushes with death that she experiences.

She smiles and squeezes his hand before releasing it and getting out of the car. She circles around and meets him at the front of the Corvette, taking his hand again and walking towards her front door. As soon as they’re through the door, Lucifer is like a different person. Chloe puts down her bag and takes off her jacket and shoes and barely takes two steps into her kitchen to get a glass of whiskey poured for Lucifer before his arms are around her and his face is buried in the crook of her neck.

“Lucifer, baby, what’s wrong?” Chloe wraps herself around him, gently rubbing her fingers through the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck, cradling this larger than life, other worldly man in her arms as best as she can.

“I almost lost you,” he murmurs. “Again.”

“I know but I’m okay,” she soothes. “I’m right here, I’m okay.”

“I can’t…I can’t lose you Ch-Chloe,” he stutters before heaving a deep breath.

“Hey, Lucifer, hey.” Gently pulling his face from her neck, Chloe locks eyes with him. Tears are welled in his eyes, not daring to fall and Chloe feels tears pricking at hers just seeing the strong man in front of her appearing so…broken.

“I’m okay, Lucifer. I’m right here, I’m okay.” She repeated softly, gently caressing his cheeks with her thumbs.

Lucifer purses his lips and squeezes his eyes shut, as though he’s trying extremely hard to hold back the emotions he’s experiencing. Chloe takes his hand and pulls him behind her toward the stairs and he follows without protest.

Once they reach the top of the stairs, she pulls him into her bedroom and kisses his lips softly, wrapping her arms around him and caressing the back of his neck. He returns the kiss passionately, almost roughly, as if he can protect her mortality forever through this kiss alone.

They eventually end up on the bed, sharing soft kisses. Nothing is pressing toward sexual. This is just healing. Lucifer sniffles softly when Chloe does pull away and she kisses his nose.

“I love you, Lucifer Morningstar, and I’m okay.” She smiles.

“I love you, Chloe Decker.” He wraps his arms around her as they slip between the sheets and he returns his face to the crook of her neck, falling asleep to the rise and fall of her breath not much later.


Chloe wakes up what she can only imagine is less than an hour later to Lucifer yelling her name. He is thrashing next to her and shouting her name at the top of his lungs like it is the only thing he has left to hold onto.

“Lucifer!” She sits up in bed and faces him, trying to gauge the situation. His eyes are closed and he appears to still be asleep, just having a nightmare.

“Lucifer, hey, wake up baby!” Chloe reaches her hands out and gently rubs her fingers over his arm, moving toward his face cautiously. She doesn’t want to scare him further.

“Chloe!” Lucifer sobs, tears running down his face.

“Lucifer, I’m right here baby,” Chloe’s hands finally reach his face, wiping the tears away and she snuggles closer to him as his thrashing slows.

“Chloe?” His eyes open and he searches her face before sitting up quickly.

“I’m right here,” she repeats. “It was just a nightmare. I’m right here.”

“Fuck, Chloe, Chloe…” he breathes, tears coming faster now and his breathing picking up again, as though he is going to begin hyperventilating.

“Breathe babe, everything is okay,” she whispers in his ear, pulling his head against her chest. He takes a deep breath in, his body quivering in her grasp.

She continues to press his head against her chest. “Do you hear my heart beat?” He nods. “Focus on that babe. Everything is okay. Focus on my heartbeat.”

Lucifer wraps his arms around Chloe’s waist while keeping his ear tight to her chest, listening to her heart beat. He inhales and exhales deeply while she runs his fingers through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. They sit like this for a while, eventually shifting from sitting up to laying down, until Lucifer’s body relaxes and his breathing regulates back to normal.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers so quietly, Chloe wouldn’t have known he said anything if she wouldn’t have felt his breath on her chest.

“Oh babe, you have nothing to be sorry for.” She kisses his nose, then his forehead. “It was a bad dream, that’s not your fault.”

“I should’ve been better at protecting you,” he mumbles, shifting his face from Chloe’s chest back to the crook of her neck.

“You did protect me,” she whispers, carding fingers through his hair and shifting to hold him closer. “You always protect me.”

A few moments pass before Chloes whispers, “You’re so good to me. The best Devil I could ever ask for. Thank you for always keeping me safe and sound.”

She feels him smile against her neck before he gently places a handful of kisses along her skin and whispering, “I love you.”

“I love you,” she responds, smiling. He nuzzles further into her neck again, which makes her curious.

“Why do you always do that?” She asks softly, as innocently as possible so she doesn’t make him feel self-conscious.

He freezes anyway. “Do what?”

“You tuck your face into the crook of my neck,” she smiles. “I don’t mind, I’m just curious.”

“Oh,” he says and pauses. “It makes me feel safe and calm.”

“Oh,” she whispers and kisses the top of his head.

“You’re my safe place Chloe,” he murmurs. “You’re my home.”