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Lucifer smiled down at her, thinking not for the first time what a difference had been made. Less that a few weeks ago, she was barely able to keep her eyes open, on the brink of death and hardly looking like herself. Now, unless you looked very closely at her thin frame, you never would've guessed. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks were dusty pink and her virility had returned.

"Not need to apologize. It was well worth the time," Lucifer said, walking them over to the counter and paying the bill Isabel gave him. Both she and Lucifer carried their purchases to the carriage and handed them off to Sancho, who got to work securing them.

"Let's see. We could go to a local cafe for tea or coffee, stroll through the park a while, sightsee and just stop when something catches our eye. What do you think?" Lucifer hummed.

Lucifer fought to regain control of himself, feeling his heart hammering against his ribs. He knew she would look stunning in anything, but he was completely blown away. Isabel had really outdone herself this time around. And he could only guess that Chloe had chosen the dress and she had done very well.

Standing up, he made his way over to her as he nervously fiddled with his shirt cuff. Clearing his throat, he smiled down at her. The dress was stunning, but the happiness she displayed as she wore it made her look near-ethereal. She glowed with excitement and vitality, and all for a simple well-fitting dress.

Taking her hands and giving them a squeeze, he smiled down at her. He liked seeing her so happy. Lucifer didn't consider himself an altruistic man at all. If someone benefited from one of his favors, then that's all well and good. And he did care about people like Linda and Maze and the demons in his household, in his own way. But no one's happiness had mattered more to him that Chloe's. He wasn't sure why or how that happened, but it just did.

"You're very welcome," Lucifer said with a smile. "I trust you had fun."

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Feeling her fingers bite into the sensitive flesh of his scar elicited an immediate reaction. Hissing through his teeth, his hips snapped up with an extra show of force that not even he expected. He'd never felt such a bolt of intense feeling like that before. None of his previous lovers had touched his scars before. He didn't allow them to, and most didn't bother asking why.

She was the only one. He knew that without ever needing to say it out loud. She was the only one who was allowed to do that. And he hoped, even without him voicing it, she knew that.

Placing messy kisses along her neck, he continued this new, brutal pace as he continued to whisper in her ear, "You're so beautiful, I can barely take it. You feel so good that I feel like my head is going to burst."

Feeling the grip of his fingers on his scars left him with a sensation he'd never felt before. The skin was sensitive, yet dulled at the same time, like the incorrect synapses were firing in his brain to given him an entirely new feeling. He couldn't describe it as pain, or tickling or heat or pressure. But perhaps a mix of all of that.

Bowing his head into her shoulder, he moaned deep in his throat as he thrust up into her. He could feel every inch of her walls around him, the heat that could drive him to insanity and he'd willingly go. It hadn't even been that long since they had sex, but he had missed her so much. Sex had never felt like this before, or since. She was special. So, so special.

Hearing her request, he wrapped both arms around her waist and held her close. Sending a silent thanks for his Celestial strength, he widened his legs a touch before starting to thrust up into her at a quicker place. Shivering at the sound of their bodies echoing throughout the room, he whispered against her neck, "You're so perfect."

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TOM ELLIS as LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR ➥ LUCIFER 1.01

#lucifer #tom ellis #he's so pretty

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Lucifer fought to regain control of himself, feeling his heart hammering against his ribs. He knew she would look stunning in anything, but he was completely blown away. Isabel had really outdone herself this time around. And he could only guess that Chloe had chosen the dress and she had done very well.

Standing up, he made his way over to her as he nervously fiddled with his shirt cuff. Clearing his throat, he smiled down at her. The dress was stunning, but the happiness she displayed as she wore it made her look near-ethereal. She glowed with excitement and vitality, and all for a simple well-fitting dress.

Taking her hands and giving them a squeeze, he smiled down at her. He liked seeing her so happy. Lucifer didn't consider himself an altruistic man at all. If someone benefited from one of his favors, then that's all well and good. And he did care about people like Linda and Maze and the demons in his household, in his own way. But no one's happiness had mattered more to him that Chloe's. He wasn't sure why or how that happened, but it just did.

"You're very welcome," Lucifer said with a smile. "I trust you had fun."

Lucifer had found a book to flip through and was sipping on a small glass of water as he waited. It was a tad boring to wait around like this, but he didn't mind. He was sure Chloe was having fun, selecting different dresses and getting into properly fitting clothes, so he could take a little boredom.

He heard the curtain separating the rooms shift and her and Isabel step out. He was finishing up a paragraph, so he didn't immediately look up. "Well, that's alright then. More the merrier." He said.

Finally looking up, glass to his lips and mid-sip, he finally got a good look at her in her knew dress. And promptly spit out a mouth full of water.

Hand flying to his face, palm slapped over his mouth as he regarded her with wide eyes. Isabel had outdone herself. The dress was hugging Chloe in all the right places, falling in waves over her hips. The shade of purple brought out the beautiful paleness of her skin, drawing everything up to her blue eyes. She looked like she had stepped off the pages of an illustrated fairytales book.

The more he looked, the hotter he felt his face become. The spin she did assured he saw every angle of the dress, the way it formed to her perfectly. His voice nearly failed him, before he managed to squeak out, "Beautiful. You look great."

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Feeling the grip of his fingers on his scars left him with a sensation he'd never felt before. The skin was sensitive, yet dulled at the same time, like the incorrect synapses were firing in his brain to given him an entirely new feeling. He couldn't describe it as pain, or tickling or heat or pressure. But perhaps a mix of all of that.

Bowing his head into her shoulder, he moaned deep in his throat as he thrust up into her. He could feel every inch of her walls around him, the heat that could drive him to insanity and he'd willingly go. It hadn't even been that long since they had sex, but he had missed her so much. Sex had never felt like this before, or since. She was special. So, so special.

Hearing her request, he wrapped both arms around her waist and held her close. Sending a silent thanks for his Celestial strength, he widened his legs a touch before starting to thrust up into her at a quicker place. Shivering at the sound of their bodies echoing throughout the room, he whispered against her neck, "You're so perfect."

Lucifer gave a shy smile in return. He didn't need to tell her how scary this was for him, and yet he wanted to do this. He hadn't been dumb to the fact that she had pointedly avoided touching his scars whenever they had had sex. And he appreciated the thoughtfulness in that gesture, but he felt like it was becoming a barrier that didn't need to be there anymore. Especially if this was going to become a more regularly thing with them.

He felt her fingers creeping along his back until she reached his scars. He jumped on a reflex when smooth skin was replaced with bumpy, scarred flesh. But he didn't pull away or ask her to stop. It was a necessary reaction, like a startled animal realizing that a human petting them wasn't all that bad.

Letting out a slow breath, he smiled up at her and gave a little nod to show he was okay. It was a new sensation, the nerve endings of his scarred flesh firing differently than the rest of his back. But it wasn't all bad.

Feeling her hips rolling, he gave a small laugh. Yes, he supposed he made her wait long enough. Planting one hand on the couch cushion for leverage, he thrust up into her, groaning deep in his throat as she sunk deeper onto him. Pulling in a shaky breath, he began to guide her body up and down on him in slow, deep strokes.

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Lucifer had found a book to flip through and was sipping on a small glass of water as he waited. It was a tad boring to wait around like this, but he didn't mind. He was sure Chloe was having fun, selecting different dresses and getting into properly fitting clothes, so he could take a little boredom.

He heard the curtain separating the rooms shift and her and Isabel step out. He was finishing up a paragraph, so he didn't immediately look up. "Well, that's alright then. More the merrier." He said.

Finally looking up, glass to his lips and mid-sip, he finally got a good look at her in her knew dress. And promptly spit out a mouth full of water.

Hand flying to his face, palm slapped over his mouth as he regarded her with wide eyes. Isabel had outdone herself. The dress was hugging Chloe in all the right places, falling in waves over her hips. The shade of purple brought out the beautiful paleness of her skin, drawing everything up to her blue eyes. She looked like she had stepped off the pages of an illustrated fairytales book.

The more he looked, the hotter he felt his face become. The spin she did assured he saw every angle of the dress, the way it formed to her perfectly. His voice nearly failed him, before he managed to squeak out, "Beautiful. You look great."

Isabel continued her work, diligently pinning and sizing every possible angle of the dress. If she was clever about it, and she was, she could take it in in such a way that when Chloe did gain the weight back, she could simply snip a couple of stitches and adjust the size accordingly without needing to return to another seamstress.

"Oh, you sick with that plague? I read in paper about London," Isabel said, scooting to the front and taking a look before diving back in to add one or two more pins. "Terrible! Terrible! Many dead, many sick." Barcelona had luckily avoided that disease spell, but there had been talk of shutting down the ports for a time.

"He's good husband," Isabel said, stepping back once she finished. "I can tell he love you very much. He treat you right, I know that." Pausing, she clapped her hands together and said, "Good. Take dress off and put on next one!"

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Lucifer gave a shy smile in return. He didn't need to tell her how scary this was for him, and yet he wanted to do this. He hadn't been dumb to the fact that she had pointedly avoided touching his scars whenever they had had sex. And he appreciated the thoughtfulness in that gesture, but he felt like it was becoming a barrier that didn't need to be there anymore. Especially if this was going to become a more regularly thing with them.

He felt her fingers creeping along his back until she reached his scars. He jumped on a reflex when smooth skin was replaced with bumpy, scarred flesh. But he didn't pull away or ask her to stop. It was a necessary reaction, like a startled animal realizing that a human petting them wasn't all that bad.

Letting out a slow breath, he smiled up at her and gave a little nod to show he was okay. It was a new sensation, the nerve endings of his scarred flesh firing differently than the rest of his back. But it wasn't all bad.

Feeling her hips rolling, he gave a small laugh. Yes, he supposed he made her wait long enough. Planting one hand on the couch cushion for leverage, he thrust up into her, groaning deep in his throat as she sunk deeper onto him. Pulling in a shaky breath, he began to guide her body up and down on him in slow, deep strokes.

Honestly, they could be out in the middle of a snow bank right now and he wouldn't have noticed. The heat of their bodies felt like it could fuel ten thousand suns. His Father had nothing on the creation of the universe when it came to them, creating their own universe in warmth and sweat of their skin. Nothing else existed outside of them, it seemed. Nothing else mattered.

He nipped lightly at her bottom lip as she sunk down on him, surrounding him with her walls. Her moan felt like a bullet to the brain, sending needle pricks of sensation all over his body in sheer desire and want for her, and only her. It was insane, someone like him who'd been with countless others countless times, to want one person so much, to lust after every facete, ever fiber that made her who she was. But it was true. It was how he felt.

He noticed, as he did every time she did it, how she carefully avoided touching the scars on his back. He remembered very well the first time she tried to touch them, and his instant negative reaction to it. He wasn't even sure why. Was he afraid she'd hurt him? Was he afraid she was getting too close? Why had he reacted like that?

He groaned deep in his chest as she nipped at his ear, whispering those dirty little words to him and then and there he decided. Hell with it.

"I want you to touch them," He breathed. "My scars."

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Insurgent- Veronica Roth

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Isabel continued her work, diligently pinning and sizing every possible angle of the dress. If she was clever about it, and she was, she could take it in in such a way that when Chloe did gain the weight back, she could simply snip a couple of stitches and adjust the size accordingly without needing to return to another seamstress.

"Oh, you sick with that plague? I read in paper about London," Isabel said, scooting to the front and taking a look before diving back in to add one or two more pins. "Terrible! Terrible! Many dead, many sick." Barcelona had luckily avoided that disease spell, but there had been talk of shutting down the ports for a time.

"He's good husband," Isabel said, stepping back once she finished. "I can tell he love you very much. He treat you right, I know that." Pausing, she clapped her hands together and said, "Good. Take dress off and put on next one!"

Isabel said something in Spanish with a little smile, before trying to loosely translate. "It's what men are good for!" She said, meaning providing the ability for them to shop for nice things. She was teasing, naturally, for she too adored her husband.

The seamstress waited for Chloe to reemerge, looking up when she trotted out. "Oh! Good! Good color on you!" She said with an approving nod. Gesturing to the small circular platform by the mirrors, she said, "Stand there. I'll fix."

She waited for Chloe to step up before she began her work, meticulously pinning the dress one section at a time so it fit neatly to her form. Occasionally, she'd stop to scribble a note or two in her book before moving to another section.

"Lucky man! Lucky man!" She cooed as she worked.

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Honestly, they could be out in the middle of a snow bank right now and he wouldn't have noticed. The heat of their bodies felt like it could fuel ten thousand suns. His Father had nothing on the creation of the universe when it came to them, creating their own universe in warmth and sweat of their skin. Nothing else existed outside of them, it seemed. Nothing else mattered.

He nipped lightly at her bottom lip as she sunk down on him, surrounding him with her walls. Her moan felt like a bullet to the brain, sending needle pricks of sensation all over his body in sheer desire and want for her, and only her. It was insane, someone like him who'd been with countless others countless times, to want one person so much, to lust after every facete, ever fiber that made her who she was. But it was true. It was how he felt.

He noticed, as he did every time she did it, how she carefully avoided touching the scars on his back. He remembered very well the first time she tried to touch them, and his instant negative reaction to it. He wasn't even sure why. Was he afraid she'd hurt him? Was he afraid she was getting too close? Why had he reacted like that?

He groaned deep in his chest as she nipped at his ear, whispering those dirty little words to him and then and there he decided. Hell with it.

"I want you to touch them," He breathed. "My scars."

It should scare him how much he wanted her. He'd never wanted someone as much as he wanted her, ever in his long life. A while ago, Maze, Amenadiel and even Linda had said he was changing, and it took him longer to realize that it was Chloe that was changing him. Or rather, being around her is what made him want to change. Back then, he had told Linda he didn't know what to do with her, now that he knew that. And, in some ways, he still didn't know.

But what he did know for sure is how much he wanted her. It was a never ceasing desire, coiled deep within him every time he was near her or thought about her. Nothing else seemed to matter when that happened, not Heaven, not Hell, not even Dad.

His hand left her hip, crawling up her body and carrying her shirt with him. In one sweep, he'd removed it and she was exposed to him completely. Lucifer had seen the very formation of the universe in all it's glory and still nothing could compare to how he saw her now.

His hands greedily began to touch her, over her flat and toned stomach with faded stretch marks from when she had been pregnant, up the ladder of her ribs, over the swell of her breast where he gave them some much needed attention. Then he moved up, finger brushing over the bullet scar from their very first case together and up her pale and slender neck. Incredible, he had said. Truly that was the only word he could think of that even came close to describing her, and even that seemed to fall short.

Moving one hand to the back of her head, fingers buried in her hair, he guided her down to meet his lips in a deep and passionate kiss. His other hand found her hip again and guided her slowly down onto his cock, feeling her close around him inch by inch.

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Isabel said something in Spanish with a little smile, before trying to loosely translate. "It's what men are good for!" She said, meaning providing the ability for them to shop for nice things. She was teasing, naturally, for she too adored her husband.

The seamstress waited for Chloe to reemerge, looking up when she trotted out. "Oh! Good! Good color on you!" She said with an approving nod. Gesturing to the small circular platform by the mirrors, she said, "Stand there. I'll fix."

She waited for Chloe to step up before she began her work, meticulously pinning the dress one section at a time so it fit neatly to her form. Occasionally, she'd stop to scribble a note or two in her book before moving to another section.

"Lucky man! Lucky man!" She cooed as she worked.

"No, no! Take all you want!" Isabel said, waving her off. She and her husband had no children. Truly, their passions lied in this shop and this shop alone. It gave their life purpose to know they were clothing a large portion of Barcelona's populace and, now, internationally, since Lucifer. Not to mention, Isabel was aware Lucifer never skimped on payments for clothing.

Nodding vigorously, Isabel said, "Yes, very gentle. Very elegant. I have in backroom. You try on and see what you think, yes?" She hurriedly ducked out and soon returned with the very same outfit, where it quickly joined the rest of the clothes.

"Okay! Take first dress, and go in room to change. Then come out, I take measurements, and fit dress," Isabel said, plucking a tin from her pocket which rattled, her needle case in order to properly fit garbs to her client.

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It should scare him how much he wanted her. He'd never wanted someone as much as he wanted her, ever in his long life. A while ago, Maze, Amenadiel and even Linda had said he was changing, and it took him longer to realize that it was Chloe that was changing him. Or rather, being around her is what made him want to change. Back then, he had told Linda he didn't know what to do with her, now that he knew that. And, in some ways, he still didn't know.

But what he did know for sure is how much he wanted her. It was a never ceasing desire, coiled deep within him every time he was near her or thought about her. Nothing else seemed to matter when that happened, not Heaven, not Hell, not even Dad.

His hand left her hip, crawling up her body and carrying her shirt with him. In one sweep, he'd removed it and she was exposed to him completely. Lucifer had seen the very formation of the universe in all it's glory and still nothing could compare to how he saw her now.

His hands greedily began to touch her, over her flat and toned stomach with faded stretch marks from when she had been pregnant, up the ladder of her ribs, over the swell of her breast where he gave them some much needed attention. Then he moved up, finger brushing over the bullet scar from their very first case together and up her pale and slender neck. Incredible, he had said. Truly that was the only word he could think of that even came close to describing her, and even that seemed to fall short.

Moving one hand to the back of her head, fingers buried in her hair, he guided her down to meet his lips in a deep and passionate kiss. His other hand found her hip again and guided her slowly down onto his cock, feeling her close around him inch by inch.

Lucifer smiled at her, even as they both knew he'd likely continue to ask, if this was going to remain a thing with them. He wanted her consent, always, each time. Even if he could guess what the answer would be. She was immune to his abilities, so he couldn't just ask and know. She needed to tell him, to assure him, when no one else had to.

Eyes darkening at her whispered admittance, he indulged the both of them a little by grinding his hips down against hers. To know that it wasn't just a passing thing, that she kept it on her mind left him reeling. He knew he'd had countless partners think and feel the same. He was regularly told their night with him was the best night of their life. But something about hearing her say that she desired him, even when she was alone, ignited feelings in him he'd never felt before.

"Then let's not waste anymore time," He said with a smirk, reaching down and shoving his trousers down past his hips. Moving his arms behind her back, he lifted her up and positioned the both of them so she was straddling his thighs. Leaning back against the couch cushions, the firelight silhouetting her frame from behind her, he took her in with a breathless gaze.

"Hell, you're incredible."

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"No, no! Take all you want!" Isabel said, waving her off. She and her husband had no children. Truly, their passions lied in this shop and this shop alone. It gave their life purpose to know they were clothing a large portion of Barcelona's populace and, now, internationally, since Lucifer. Not to mention, Isabel was aware Lucifer never skimped on payments for clothing.

Nodding vigorously, Isabel said, "Yes, very gentle. Very elegant. I have in backroom. You try on and see what you think, yes?" She hurriedly ducked out and soon returned with the very same outfit, where it quickly joined the rest of the clothes.

"Okay! Take first dress, and go in room to change. Then come out, I take measurements, and fit dress," Isabel said, plucking a tin from her pocket which rattled, her needle case in order to properly fit garbs to her client.

Isabel plucked the first dress from the rack and threw it over her arm, before checking out the second. She gave a nod at the question and scurried off to grab it before placing both the maroon and purple dress over a chair that sat by a small raised, circular platform surrounded by mirrors. "Good, good." She said.

Wandering over when she found the shirt, Isabel looked at the tag before nodding. She already had Lucifer's measurements on her records, as he had come here a few times before, so making adjustments would be easy. That shirt went into their growing pile.

Joining Chloe as she looked through the pages, Isabel hummed a little, before taking the book and flipping to another page. "This good?" She asked. She had stopped on a more modest outfit, a silken white frock that only reached above the knees and a white, see-through robe that had embroidered, lacy patterns all over it, branching out like gently ivy. It was still pretty jarring for the average fop on the street, especially with the amount of leg it showed, but it was much more covering that the others.

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Lucifer smiled at her, even as they both knew he'd likely continue to ask, if this was going to remain a thing with them. He wanted her consent, always, each time. Even if he could guess what the answer would be. She was immune to his abilities, so he couldn't just ask and know. She needed to tell him, to assure him, when no one else had to.

Eyes darkening at her whispered admittance, he indulged the both of them a little by grinding his hips down against hers. To know that it wasn't just a passing thing, that she kept it on her mind left him reeling. He knew he'd had countless partners think and feel the same. He was regularly told their night with him was the best night of their life. But something about hearing her say that she desired him, even when she was alone, ignited feelings in him he'd never felt before.

"Then let's not waste anymore time," He said with a smirk, reaching down and shoving his trousers down past his hips. Moving his arms behind her back, he lifted her up and positioned the both of them so she was straddling his thighs. Leaning back against the couch cushions, the firelight silhouetting her frame from behind her, he took her in with a breathless gaze.

"Hell, you're incredible."

Even with the carnal part of his brain begging for more, there was another part of him jut content to lie there, in her arms like this for a while longer. He'd never felt more secure, more at ease, then he did in her arms, despite the sheer ridiculous notion of a human making the Devil feel safe. But it was true. This mere human made the Devil, an archangel, feel more secure than anything.

Raising his head to look at her, he gave her a smile and said, "Oh, don't misunderstand. You've done plenty already. When I said I wasn't finished with you, I meant that it's my turn to flip your world upside down."

Leaning up to her, he placed a short, but fiery kiss against her lips, biting back a groan as the movement pressed their bodies closer together. Breaking the kiss only just so, still sharing the same breath, he whispered, "I want to be inside you. Will you let me?"

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Isabel plucked the first dress from the rack and threw it over her arm, before checking out the second. She gave a nod at the question and scurried off to grab it before placing both the maroon and purple dress over a chair that sat by a small raised, circular platform surrounded by mirrors. "Good, good." She said.

Wandering over when she found the shirt, Isabel looked at the tag before nodding. She already had Lucifer's measurements on her records, as he had come here a few times before, so making adjustments would be easy. That shirt went into their growing pile.

Joining Chloe as she looked through the pages, Isabel hummed a little, before taking the book and flipping to another page. "This good?" She asked. She had stopped on a more modest outfit, a silken white frock that only reached above the knees and a white, see-through robe that had embroidered, lacy patterns all over it, branching out like gently ivy. It was still pretty jarring for the average fop on the street, especially with the amount of leg it showed, but it was much more covering that the others.

Isabel nodded and continued to make notes on her little book, leaving Chloe to pursue the selection of frocks. There were all sorts, from full ballgowns that wouldn't be out of play in the Queen's gala to more simple and simplistic day wear, but each held a particular flash of color that was uncommon in London.

Looking up, Isabel smiled and said, "Yes, yes. We do that. Men's over there," She pointed with her pen towards the back where the men's clothing were.

"What we you thinking for wedding night?" Isabel continued, bringing a booklet that contained the shops inventory along with pictures over to her. It was flipped to a section towards the back that was a little more...risqué then normal dresses.

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Even with the carnal part of his brain begging for more, there was another part of him jut content to lie there, in her arms like this for a while longer. He'd never felt more secure, more at ease, then he did in her arms, despite the sheer ridiculous notion of a human making the Devil feel safe. But it was true. This mere human made the Devil, an archangel, feel more secure than anything.

Raising his head to look at her, he gave her a smile and said, "Oh, don't misunderstand. You've done plenty already. When I said I wasn't finished with you, I meant that it's my turn to flip your world upside down."

Leaning up to her, he placed a short, but fiery kiss against her lips, biting back a groan as the movement pressed their bodies closer together. Breaking the kiss only just so, still sharing the same breath, he whispered, "I want to be inside you. Will you let me?"

Lucifer nuzzled against her neck like a lounging cat, practically purring against her. Even if his lower half was aching for more, twitching against the curve of her hip, he felt content and satisfied. He could actually feel her relaxation through his skin, completely released and at ease. The knowledge that he did that was a quiet trill.

He was so gone for her. She had him wrapped around her finger and she didn't even know it. Perhaps he didn't know it either, at least the extent of it. But in this moment, he couldn't think of a single thing he wouldn't do for her. All she needed to do was ask.

"Glad I live up to my reputation," He said, showing a sliver of pride in his tone. He knew he was good, and he wasn't shy about sharing it. Still, it was nice to hear her say it. There was a warm satisfaction in being able to help her reach that ecstasy and subsequent relaxation.

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Isabel nodded and continued to make notes on her little book, leaving Chloe to pursue the selection of frocks. There were all sorts, from full ballgowns that wouldn't be out of play in the Queen's gala to more simple and simplistic day wear, but each held a particular flash of color that was uncommon in London.

Looking up, Isabel smiled and said, "Yes, yes. We do that. Men's over there," She pointed with her pen towards the back where the men's clothing were.

"What we you thinking for wedding night?" Isabel continued, bringing a booklet that contained the shops inventory along with pictures over to her. It was flipped to a section towards the back that was a little more...risqué then normal dresses.

Lucifer smiled as the two women tottered off. Taking a seat in one of the chairs, he kicked back and waited to see what Isabel had in store for the both of them.

Isabel was a staunch professional, taking in the size of her clothing and her story with a quiet grace. "I see, I see," She said, circling around her a bit and taking a look at areas she'd need to pay particular attention to. "You putting weight back on, yes? So I make clothes for you that can adjust to size!"

Walking over to her little desk area, she hurriedly scribbled a few notes on a pad of paper before making her way back over to Chloe. "You look and see what you like. Then I measure you, and we make a selection, okay?"

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