Lucifer cocked his head to the side, a smile slowly spreading over his face, breaking the spell.

"Could you repeat that last part?", he said, wonder in his voice, and the barest hint of teasing.

Chloe found that she couldn't. Was he making fun of her? Was he amused by the ridiculous notion that a mere mortal like her could be in love with him?

The expression on his face changed to worry in an instant. "What's wrong?"

She just shook her head, tears starting to fall. "You- You're-" She wanted to reach out to him but held herself back. What did she have to offer someone like him?

She saw, actually saw, his walls come up, his mask slipping back into place.

"You're scared of me", he said, voice flat.

He moved away from her, standing up on the other side of the bed.

"My sincere apologies, detective. I never meant to scare you. I will not bother you again." His voice was devoid of emotion. The voice of somebody who had come to expect rejection, and accept it. He started walking towards the door, shoulders slumped, feet dragging, the very picture of defeat. Chloe finally managed to draw herself out of her stupor.

"I'm not afraid."

He turned around, and she saw a flash of something cross his face, disappearing again almost immediately. Hope.

"I just thought now that you're yourself again- I don't know. I- you're an immortal archangel for God's sake, and I'm nobody." Her voice broke at the end and the tears threatened to fall again. She let them.

He stared at her, shocked.

"I'm sorry I was so presumptuous. I-" She closed her mouth, not sure what else to tell him.

He jumped towards her suddenly, jolting her. He put his hands on her face, locking eyes with her. He looked at her as if she were the only thing in the world that mattered.

"You are not nobody. You are a miracle. I have never met anyone like you. You accepted me, even after you saw the wings. You're kind, and brave, and wonderful, and it's me who doesn't deserve you."

She realized that he wasn't toying with her. He wasn't some immortal, ancient, untouchable being. He was just Lucifer.

"I love you", she repeated, and watched in awe as the worry and hurt on his face transformed into a small smile.

"How? Why?" He sounded genuinely confused.

"Seriously? I don't know, it just happened. I-"

He leaned forward, kissing her. And Oh boy. The kiss they'd shared before his wings had made an appearance had been great. Insecure, yet sweet and passionate. It had been the first kiss of somebody who had no memory of ever kissing anybody before, and because of that it had been special. This was something else entirely. He was putting all of his skill, all of his experience, into this one, and Chloe didn't even have the words to describe what he was doing. He deepened the kiss, doing some twisting motion with his tongue, and Chloe's brain went temporarily offline.

It came back online when they pulled apart reluctantly, breathing heavily. He leaned his forehead against hers. The gesture brought her back to another moment. This is real, isn't it? Yes. It had been real back then. And still he'd run. How could she know that he wouldn't do the same again this time around?

"Lucifer", she breathed, still getting her bearings, "There is something I need to ask you." She pulled back a little to look into his eyes. He seemed afraid all of a sudden, as if he were expecting her to tell him that all of this was a mistake and she'd changed her mind. She realized something vital. He might be an immortal, mighty archangel, but he was just as insecure about this as she was. He was apparently just as afraid of loosing this, loosing her, as she was of loosing him. It was an incredibly comforting thought. Yet she still needed to know.

"Why did you run? Why did you go to Las Vegas?", she asked bluntly.

He took a sudden step backwards, running his hand through his hair. "It's complicated."

She crossed her arms in front of her chest, feeling defensive. "Uncomplicate it."

He sighed. "I didn't want to pile even more things on your plate, but I guess you have a right to know." He hesitated for a moment, then went on. "Your parents were unable to conceive. My father send Amenadiel to bless your mother. And you were born. You're a miracle."

Chloe stared at him. For a couple of seconds neither of them spoke, Lucifer clearly waiting for some reaction from her. Chloe blinked. "Come again?"

"You're a miracle. That's why I'm only vulnerable around you. It's why you're immune to my powers."

She stared at him some more. At some point, she realized that her mouth was hanging open, so she closed it.

"You're only vulnerable around me?" Of course. It all made sense now. That's why he ran. To protect himself from her. He needed to get as far away as possible from her for his own safety. Still, it stang a little. "Then why did you come back? Why didn't you stay in Las Vegas where you were safe?"

He furrowed his brow, an adorable look of confusion on his face. "Where I was safe? I went to Las Vegas so you'd be safe from me."

"I don't understand."

"Don't you see? He-" Lucifer glared at the ceiling and there was pure hatred in his gaze now. "-He arranged everything. He put you in my path. You were never given a choice in how you feel about me. I wanted to give you your freedom back, by removing myself from your life."

She looked at him, trying to comprehend what he was telling her. It was all a bit much.

"I don't understand. Don't humans have free will? Are you saying I don't have free will? My actions are controlled by God?"

She stepped forward, suddenly furious. She slapped him across the face, hard. "There. You think God made me do that?" He stared at her, completely shocked, giving her the feeling she'd just kicked a puppy. "You vanished and I was so scared. I was terrified. I had no idea what had happened to you, and then you came back with her, pretending like nothing happened between us, and it hurt so much, and now you're saying you did it all to protect me, you- you-" She gesticulated wildly, her words failing her. "-you idiot", she finished, huffing.

He rubbed his hand over his reddening cheek, giving her a lopsided smile. "I guess I am." She stared at him, thinking I just slapped an archangel.

"You think? Also, what the hell do you mean by I'm a miracle? What does that even mean?" She was starting to freak out, feeling like her whole existence had suddenly been called into question.

He came closer once more, carefully reaching out to her, softly stroking along her arms. "Hey. Calm down. You're still you. Nothing has changed."

She sighed, leaning her head against his shoulder, her anger dissipating as quickly as it had come. "Sure. I'm just a miracle, and you're the devil. Nothing out of the ordinary."

He chuckled, and drew his arms around her, holding her tight. She breathed out a sigh of relief.

"I guess Amenadiel was right."

"Hmm?", she said, drawing her arms around him in turn, taking comfort in the fact that they could still do this, that things hadn't changed that much from what they'd been an hour ago.

"I'm really bad at communicating."

Now it was her turn to chuckle. "You're good at other things." She pulled back to meet his eyes.

"Oh, really?", he said, voice teasing, "I need to hear all about those."

"Well, for one, you're really great at this", she said, and kissed him. He responded eagerly, but let her take control of the kiss. When they pulled apart, they were both breathless again.

"You think God made me do that?"

There was a sudden look of disgust on his face. "Please don't bring my father into this."

She chuckled again. "Sorry." Her expression turned serious. "I've been meaning to ask you, ever since you opened your eyes, do you remember everything? How do you feel?" Who are you?, she didn't say, but it seemed he heard it anyway.

He stared past her shoulder for a moment, thinking.

"I think I'm all of me. All the parts. Does that make sense?"

"Yes, surprisingly."

He leaned his forehead against hers again. "Is that the version you were hoping for?" His voice was teasing, but she easily picked up on the insecurity hidden beneath. On some level, he was still scared, still looking for affirmation. It clashed starkly with her earlier image of the aloof archangel.

"I'm glad you're no longer at war with yourself. Although I think I might miss the insecure, shy version I've come to know over the last couple of weeks. I really enjoyed being around him."

"I'm right here." He said, pulling back a little to meet her eyes.

She huffed out a laugh. "Sure. You're the very picture of shyness and insecurity."

He smiled. "What if I told you that maybe I'm not always as sure of myself as I appear to be?"

She smiled back at him. "Well, I'd be shocked at such a revelation." She leaned up on her tiptoes, giving him a quick kiss. "I think it's time we let the others know that Linda's plan worked."

He put his hand on her face, softly stroking his thumb over her cheek.

"They can wait a bit longer", he said, and kissed her.