Chapter 36

"... and, long story short, Gabriel's the reason elephants have long trunks," Michael finishes.

Jo laughs, attempting to be quiet about it but failing. Michael's been telling her various stories from Heaven for the last hour or so, and Jo can safely say that angels have a lot more fun than humans. Her laugh turns into a yawn, not for the first time that night.

"You should probably go to bed," Michael tells her.

"And leave you out here all alone?" she adds as if it's the most ridiculous idea she's ever heard.

"I'll survive," he replies with a shrug. "You, on the other hand, need sleep."

"But I'm not tired!" she protests.

"Yes, you are," Michael replies. "Go to bed. I'll still be here in the morning. I don't really have a choice in the matter, anyway."

Jo sighs. ". I'll see you in the morning. 'Night, Michael."

"Good night, Jo."

Jo spins on her heel before walking away, vaguely aware that she's tired only because spinning on her heel is more of a childlike thing to do, and normal, completely awake Jo would have just turned around.

She meanders through the halls, passing Gabriel on her way. They share a small smile, but that's the extent of their reaction. Just as Jo reaches her temporary bedroom, Lucifer walks by.

"Oh my god," she groans.

"I swear, it's like you were waiting for me or something, because no one has that type of timing by accident," he replies.

"Oh, you wish."

"I you'd just cease to exist," he retorts. "Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to be working."

Part of her wants to just roll her eyes and tell him to fuck off. It's past two in the morning; it's too late — early? — for this shit. But then again, what could a minute of bickering hurt?

"But then who'd you have to talk to?" she teases. "I'm about all you've got, huh?"

He just rolls his eyes. "Don't flatter yourself, sweetheart," he replies with exaggerated sarcasm on the last word.

"You know I'm ri-ight!" she sings. "I mean, all of humanity despises you. Even your family hates you. Your brothers, your dad —"

Lucifer pushes her into the wall with enough force that it would have crumbled, had Chuck not been keeping the bunker alive. His forearm digs into her throat, making each breath a struggle. His face is just inches from hers, their height difference just as threatening as his glare.

Refusing to be intimidated, Jo meets his gaze with confidence. They stay like that for what could be seconds or minutes, a silent death stare match.

Before either of them know what's happening, their lips crash together. The kiss is hungry, needy. Lucifer's arm slides from her throat to the wall next to her, almost caging her in. She throws her arms around his neck, hands running through his hair.

She pushes him into her room, shutting the door with her foot. He pushes her up against it, his hand crawling up her body and running through her long blonde locks. She runs her hands up his back, feeling each of his muscles in turn before resting her arms around his neck.

He slides his hands down her body, sending shivers down her spine. His fingers skirt along her stomach, just under her shirt. Not one for teasing, she breaks the kiss just long enough to pull it off herself, revealing her lacy black bra. He doesn't take the time to marvel, instead pulling her back in and pressing their bodies together again. His hands glide over her bare back, and she gasps softly against his lips.

She toys with the hem of his shirt and the skin underneath for a few moments, feeling his abdominals flexing before she pulls it off in one swift motion.

His hands crawl down her back, resting on her denim shorts. He pulls her impossibly closer by the hips, and she lets out a soft gasp of surprise. He unclasps her bra, sliding it off her shoulders and tossing it on the ground where it belongs.

Not wasting any time, he returns his attention to her shorts, not bothering to unbutton them and instead just pushing them off. He slides a hand over her plain black panties, a smirk playing on his lips as he feels the dampness. She lets out a soft moan, deepening their kiss even further.

Her fingers fumble for his belt, but he beats her to it, pulling it off himself. As she moves her hands to give him access, she can feel his member through his jeans. She grinds her hips against his, and he moans, his finger gripping her hair.

In an attempt to get as close to her as possible, she slides off his jeans, leaving him in only his boxers. He picks her up, her knees wrapping around his almost naked body as he carries her to the bed, laying her down before climbing on top of her.

She reaches up, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him back down, but he takes both her wrists in one hand and pins them down on the mattress. Kneeling on her legs to keep them in place, he has her right where he wants her. His eyes scan her features, ordinarily hidden beneath her clothes.

He leans down and kisses her neck, pressing more against her skin as his mouth slides down her body. His tongue circles her nipple and she bites back a moan. He places his free hand on her stomach, gliding down until he reaches her panties. He slides it under the elastic, rubbing it slowly. Unable to help herself, she moans, and he takes that as a sign to continue. Finally, he withdraws his hand, licking the juices off it.

"No," she gasps, "keep going."

Wearing his signature smirk, he leans down again, pressing his mouth against her collarbone. She knows it's going to leave a mark, but she can't find it in her to care.

He presses kisses up her neck until their lips meet again. He places a hand on her thigh, rubbing it absentmindedly as they kiss. She gasps against his lips as his hand moves higher, finally reaching her soaking wet panties once again. They disappear on contact, appearing on the floor next to them instead. Letting go of her hands, he dips his head down, his tongue taking the place of what used to be the fabric.

Her hands grip the mattress at the sudden assault of pleasure, and she lets out a long moan. She reaches for him, pulling his face up to meet hers once again. Their lips collide again, the fiery passion rekindled.

She leaves one hand in his hair, the other reaching for his boxers. Knowing what she wants, he makes them disappear the same way her panties did, leaving them both completely exposed.

Somehow, they find their positions swapped, Jo on top now. She crawls down to the foot on the bed, her mouth wrapping around his member. He moans softly as her mouth works.

He reaches down to her, desperate to maintain more contact than that. His hands run through her hair, fingers getting tangled, but neither of them care.

His breathing becomes shaky, mixed with soft moans. He feels himself becoming impossibly harder, and he knows he's about to finish. She pulls away at the last second, much to his disappointment, and crawls into of him so their faces are level once again. Unable to form words, all he can do is mumble in disagreement.

"Oh, you liked that?" she teases.

She doesn't give him time to answer, instead pressing their lips together again. Knowing arguing is pointless, he obliges, kissing her back as if his life depends on it.

His hands run over her body, squeezing her bare ass that's just up in the air, teasing him. His fingers travel between her legs, rubbing her clit. All she can do is moan in pleasure.

He flips her over so he's on top, and she doesn't protest, instead looking up at him with those eyes that drive him crazy. He spreads her legs, his hand gently rubbing her clit once again. His fingers crawl down farther, dancing around her entrance. She whimpers, begging him wordlessly to stop toying with her.

He slowly slides a finger inside her, and she moans, her hands gripping the mattress as if it's the only thing keeping her alive. He slides it out until only the very tip of it remains before pushing it in her again. She moans again, louder this time.

"Faster," she pants.

He obeys, sliding his finger in and out and in and out, the sound of her moans making him harder than he thought possible. He adds another finger, and she gasps. Not content with just him working, her hips push off the bed, taking the entirety of his fingers inside her. He pulls his fingers out and her hips settle on the mattress once again.

"Don't stop," she pleads.

"Oh, I'm just getting started."

He lines up his member with her entrance, pushing himself in slowly. She gasps, her eyes squeezed shut at the pain and the pleasure it causes. He pulls out just as slowly, leaving just the tip inside her before plunging himself back in, and she moans in response. They continue like this, their speed only increasing with each passing moment.

"I'm gonna..." her words fade into a moan as she orgasms, and that extra movement on her part is enough to send him over the edge as well.

Finally, he rolls off her, lying on the bed by her side. They're both silent, save the sound of their panting.

"That was..." Jo says finally, pausing to lick her lips. "That wasn't bad."

"Yeah," Lucifer agrees, his eyes darting from the ceiling to her body laying next to him. His gaze lingers on her breasts for a moment before meeting hers. "Yeah, that was... That was something."

Neither of them speak after that, instead lying together until sleep overtakes her and her breathing finally steadies. He doesn't move for fear of waking her up. Well, that just happened.