44 if you haven't already, please :)
ooh this one was a little tougher, it’s not deckerstar heavy - sorry about that!
Lucifer somehow finds himself on babysitter duty. The Detective is immensely grateful, of course, but Lucifer still stares down at Trixie disgruntled. Dinner was easy, Chloe had laid out a list of things Trixie would eat and Lucifer had cooked one of them, though he added a little bit of flair to it. The spawn had been uncertain in the change, but after trying it, appeared to enjoy it.
Now they were engaged in watching a movie on the couch with blankets and popcorn. Trixie crawls into his lap and he stiffens.
“What are you doing, you insidious creature?” he asks, as she curls up.
“Cuddle me.” Trixie requests, a tad petulantly. He brings his arms around her woodenly, awkward. Trixie huffs. “That’s not how you do it. Haven’t you ever cuddled with anyone?”
Lucifer doesn’t think his night time escapades count and the Detective would surely think it inappropriate to speak of them to the girl.
“My mother cradled me in her expanse when I was very young.” he recalls.
Trixie gives him a narrow eyed look. “But that was a long time ago.”
“Here.” Trixie directs, grabbing his wrist and pulling his arm in tighter. He allows this grievous violation of his personal autonomy and moves along with her guidance. She mimics the motion with his other arm until he’s wrapped around her. She settles back against his chest and he automatically tightens his hold. “There.” she chirrups happily.
“Comfortable?” he asks dryly, but she merely nods and reaches for her popcorn bowl, settling it in the natural valley of her folded legs. She’s small and warm and he feels oddly protective in this position. It’s a little like when Amenadiel would branch his wings out, covering him when he was very small.
He reaches over for a blanket and, with a little maneuvering, drapes it along his shoulders and down either side, mimicking the cocooning effect of feathers.
When Chloe comes home, she spots him on the couch. “Where’s Trixie?” she asks, curious. Trixie’s head pops out from under Lucifer’s chin.
Chloe does not laugh at how cute they are. She doesn’t, okay? She just got something caught in her throat is all. Lucifer looks a little affronted and slowly unwinds his limbs from around the child. She scrambles out of Lucifer’s lap and runs over.
Trixie is regaling her with an excited play by play of her evening with Lucifer, while he clicks the tv off and carefully folds the blankets. Chloe sends Trixie off to brush her teeth before bed and takes a moment to study him. He seems somewhat subdued, something wistful in his face.
He may say he’s not one for domestics, but her neatly folded pile of blankets and her happy kid say otherwise. He’s made his way to the door and slung on his suit jacket, clearly ready to make a quick exit.
Chloe reaches out and touches his elbow. “Hey, thanks for watching her tonight. I know it was short notice.”
“Your offspring is singularly tolerable. It was no great sacrifice.” he asserts.
“Then you are welcome, Detective.”
She steps forward and hugs him. His arms come around her much easier and he actually returns some of the pressure, drawing the contact out. When she pulls back he looks thoughtful, but tucks it behind a smile.
“Goodnight, Chloe.” he says.
“Goodnight.” she responds, and closes the door quietly behind him.
