Disclaimer: I do not own Lucifer. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Author's note: This story takes place at the beginning of Season 5, but deviates from canon after that.
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"Maze... I think I wanna..." Chloe began, struggling to find the right words, "Take a beat, to process somethings."
"What's wrong?" Maze frowned.
"Well... I think I've been avoiding the fact that Lucifer is gone, and he's not coming back." Chloe said softly.
"Maybe." Maze said dismissively, before grinning, "Or, you just need to get laid."
"Yeah, of course you would think that." Chloe groaned, "That's your answer to everything."
"Not true. There's also the booze. And the drugs. And the murder." Maze argued dryly, "But, if the booze isn't working out for you, and you want to try one of the other two, I'm down. I even have some names for you, if you want to give either of those other things a try. But, knowing you, sex is your best bet. What? You don't think he would mind, do you? Seriously Chloe, time moves different in hell, so chances are he's got laid millions of times by now. Believe me, there are plenty of demons just like me down there, more than willing to cater to his every whim. And it's not like the two of you were married, or anything. So, for God sakes, just put yourself out there, and put your mind off this whole thing with some meaningless sex. Hell, I'll do it, if I have too. Trust me, Lucifer would love that. Especially if-"
Chloe Decker Had heard some version of that speech many times before, especially from Maze. Normally she would try interrupting, protesting that her friend was wrong, that she didn't know what she was talking about, that she wasn't in the mood for that, etc. But what was the point? They both knew it was a lie, and Chloe was so tired of lying. Especially to this woman.
Or more accurately, the demon in a woman's body, who had somehow become her best friend, after The Devil himself went back to hell, leaving her and whatever they had together behind. He hadn't wanted too, but it still hurt. And Mazikeen, Maze for short, was right. And for once, the detective decided to do something about it.
Namely grabbing hold of the deceptively pretty face of this little demon and kiss her right on the lips. That kiss, in reality only lasted a few seconds, but to Chloe it was more like an eternity in the very worst part of hell. Which was apparently a real place she could end up, and surely it had to be exactly like this, being rejected by someone she thought was into her. God, she should really know better.
Sex was a big joke to Maze, so of course she hadn't been serious all those times she had flirted with her. But in that moment, poor Chloe was so horrified by her actions that it took her a few long seconds to finally pull back and start apologizing for what might be a friendship ruining mistake. And a deadly one, if Maze was testing her, and took offense at the idea that her master's lover would betray him like this.
"Maze, I'm so sorry." Chloe apologized, "I don't know what I was thinking. I-"
"Oh shut the hell up, Decker." Maze grinned, closing the distance between them again, this time being the one to initiate the kiss.
It was also Chloe's turn to stiffen up, and just freeze there for a few long seconds. The difference was that Mazikeen didn't panic and pull away after a few seconds, instead staying where she was, their lips pressed together, waiting for the other woman to return the kiss. Again, it felt like it took an eternity, but it happened, Chloe relaxing into it, and kissing back.
After that, the Detective lost track of time, as unsurprisingly Maze was a really, really good kisser. Devilishly good, a familiar voice echoed in her head. Which made her feel guilty, but not enough to stop. At least, not until the demon had to ruin the fun, by tearing open her shirt, prompting the human to break the kiss and protest.
"Hey!" Chloe yelled, "That was one of my good shirts."
"God, that's the most tragic thing I've ever heard, and I used to torture people in hell." Maze quipped with a shameless smile, and then insisted with an evil chuckle, "Relax, Decker... Lucifer left me plenty of money, so I can buy you some decent clothes for a change. Mmmmmmmmm, I really like the idea of using his money to make you all pretty for me. But for now, I want less clothes. Both for you, and for me. Mmmmmmmm, you have no idea what you've started, Detective. Oh yes, when I'm done with you, Lucifer won't even recognize you. Ooooooooooooh yeahhhhhhhhhhh, but knowing him, it will be the kind of change that he will very, very much welcome."
Which was one of the many things Chloe was afraid of, something she opened her mouth to point out. That, and she was hardly the one who started it, given all of Maze's shameless flirting. But, of course, before she could get the words out, she was once again silenced by a pair of extremely eager lips and tongue. Oh God, another woman shoved her tongue into Chloe's mouth! And she wanted too.
She really, really did. So much so, she once again found herself becoming lost in this latest lip lock. Although Maze's hand had a lot to do with it, as it seemed to be everywhere at once, stripping both of them, and leaving her naked and vulnerable to literally a creature from hell. God, she was so glad her daughter wasn't home.
Maze had grown surprisingly fond of Trixie, but she too was glad that the little girl was staying at her father's house for the weekend, and Chloe had chose to make a move on her in the safety of her own home, instead of somewhere in public. Otherwise, there was no way that the Detective would be letting her get away with this.