genessia | Dream A Little Dream...

Who: Chloe Decker
What: Arrival
When: Today
Where: The Dream Bay
Warnings:
Notes:

There are things in this world that shouldn't be possible. Things that would unravel the fabric of reality like a snag in a favourite sweater, so when Chloe Decker opened her eyes, she's pretty damn sure this is exactly what's happened. She'd seen Lucifer's face and--

And what?

Everything he'd said was true. He was actually The Devil, with capitals and everything. Yeah. She was going to just lay her for awhile and try to shake this grogginess, though she wasn't sure exactly what the cause was yet. A few deep breaths, maybe. Quiet reflection, compartmentalising, shoving her shock into a metaphorical basement. That was the best idea for now because this sure as hell isn't Los Angeles. It doesn't smell or feel right, nevermind where she is at the moment. Further investigation finds the pamphlet, the money, the phone, the necklace. Maybe it's the whole Devil thing but Chloe is oddly calm about waking up somewhere weird. Understatement of the century, maybe, but whatever. Someone has to deal with crazy in a responsible manner.

That falls to her like it always has.

So she gets up, gets out, listens to the hologram, pockets whatever she can, and immediately takes another moment to lean into the nearest solid object. It's as solid as anything else she'd touched. Her voice echoed as she snapped at herself.

"Get a grip, Decker."

She looked down at her pendant and grimaced before pulling out her phone and examining her instructions. She had her badge, her gun, her ID, but this place? This wasn't Heaven or Hell. This was some next level Narnia bullshit and she's pretty sure that's what Lopez would be saying about now, only Chloe was alone. She pulled her leather jacket around her a little tighter like it was her armor.

"Screw this," she murmured, firing off a text before striding out into the daylight of Genessia City.

It simply read:
LAPD. DECKER.

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[The arm that was on the couch, the one not holding his drink, drapes over her shoulders until his hand rests on her waist. He was about to ask what kind of details she had in mind until she mentioned the piano.]

Several thousand dollars, usually, depending on size and manufacturer.

[And of course he's not going to accept anything but the best.]

Something to save for.

[Chloe murmurs wordlessly, her tone content as his arm settles. It feels good, safe, as she closes her eyes to soak in the warmth of that contact. At the end of the day, being warm and safe were her two priorities, at least for right now.

She wants to get him little things or big things, or just things in general. Nothing is Lux and she knows that's where he's most at home. It's sappy and stupid but, that's what she wants to do for him.]

You want a piano? [Of course she doesn't want a piano, and he knows it. What he doesn't know is where he would put one at the moment.]

I want you to have one because--

[Because now that she thinks about it, she wants what comes out of it and even more so from Lucifer.]

Because it helps both of us. And maybe I can learn something, too.

I can definitely attempt to teach you.

[Chloe's got some talents. This might not be one of them.]

I'll...do my best to learn. I'm sure it'll be much better the second time around.

[She takes her last sip of her drink and moves away to set her glass on the coffee table before working herself back right where she'd been. Well, a little closer.

But, she's also thinking about Lux. Maybe she's always thinking about in some respect, especially since she woke up in this place. Maybe it's too much like home to her as well or...very representative of it.]

It's possible. [He doesn't mind so much if it doesn't happen. It's just an excuse to try.]

It doesn't matter until there's somewhere that one will fit, anyway.

True enough. Baby grand where the dinette currently is? If we can find one, that is. I think we can sacrifice that space.

[ All she wanted was to give him something important. Like music.]

Then where would we eat?

[He's not saying no. He never would say that. But this way gives him time to process what she's really saying, to figure out how to respond to it. If they don't have a dinette, they'll find somewhere else to eat and he knows it.]

And don't say at the piano.

Somewhere else.

[It's said with a soft tease. She knows it's worth the space. Her eyes open for a moment as she languidly drapes herself across him in an attempt to find a comfortable spot.]

The coffee table works or the little area in the kitchen - which needs stools. I'm sure we'll manage. The piano is important, Lucifer. Much more important than a table and chairs.

[She finds his cheek with a few fingers, her touch gentle, almost careful as if she were almost afraid she'd break him. It was a ridiculous idea but she knew the piano was not.]

You are settling in quite well already. [Not that he can say much. He hadn't taken long to find out where the bars are, after all.]

You pick out whatever you want, and I'll stock the bar.

[Not that he's thinking much about that right now, with her draped across him like she is.]

I don't even need that blanket right now.

Mmm. [It's a thougthful hum, warm against his chest.] The only reason I am remotely settling in, is because of you.

[Her words are slightly muffled. He's warmer than she is, which is really quite fine but wow does she not enjoy the cold at all. Once and awhile, maybe, for things like snowballs fights and for Trixie but it always ended up with her at the skilodge with a cup of hot cocoa.]

No blanket? [If he doesn't need it, then there's one remedy for that. She sort of wriggles a little and the blanket slides away.] You're just going to have to keep me warm, then.

It's not all bad then. [He's still getting used to the idea of her, and of her with him, and of there being anything more to his life. But he's sure now that this is her choice, that he is her choice, and that's good enough for him.]

Then in that case, I have an idea of an idea of how to start.

Mm? [She shifts lazily to look up at him, soft amusement lighting her face as she rests her fingers against his jawline. She prefers the stubble, honestly, and her thumb brushes his bottom lip very gently. This is definitely her choice. He'd always been her choice. Even when she was with Pierce, it was Lucifer she'd chosen even when she was running away, she was running towards him.]

Exactly what does this idea involve?

It really would be easier if I showed you.

We'll still need the blanket. [Chloe is probably imagining the correct scenario here, if the look on his face is anything to go by.]

Show me, then.

[Her voice is low and soft and her eyes find his, her expression somewhere between intense and gentle all at once.]

The blanket's reachable, I think, eventually.

Edited (stupid space) 2019-01-11 03:45 (UTC)

You'll have to get up. [Although he can work with it if she doesn't yet. He's adaptable.

He's also flexible, if his skill at getting out of handcuffs is anything to go by, which makes it easy for him to lean down and kiss her.]

Mmm. Getting up might be difficult.

[She takes her time kissing him back, which makes getting up the last on her priority list. Her fingers find the nape of his neck and curl. And she'd kiss him again but for the need to say something about getting up.]

...especially when you do that.

Then it's a good thing I can do that anywhere.

[Allow him to demonstrate. He scoops her up in his arms and stands up from the couch, somehow making sure to bring the blanket with them when he heads in the direction of the bedroom.

And of course he manages to kiss her again, too.]

[Her thoughts go straight to interruptions, incredibly pleased that there won't be any here. Her laugh is soft as he scoops her up and kisses her. That is something she loves right now, his lips on hers.

She laughs a little more and into the kiss because he picks her up like she weighs absolutely nothing. It's ridiculous. Chloe kisses him back without comment, hard, and slow, and hungry. Words are difficult right now, no, words are always difficult between them. Awkward and halting and dumb.]

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