Cleo didn't worry about losing her life on many occasions. This time however when his hand wrapped around her throat, stilled the heart in her chest for a moment as he spoke. The car ride home and being set on the counter were a blur until she felt the hard counter beneath her. Anger flashed in her eyes as she jumped down from the counter, mimicking his arms with her own across her chest. "To try and create a distraction. You could have cut the tension with a knife between you two. So what if I knew you would be furious with me afterwards? If it meant that you didn't take it out on one of the customers or workers, it made it worth it for me. No innocents need to be caught in the crossfire between two lovers who clearly aren't over each other." Her voice rose slightly in pitch as she turned walking away from him.

"Would it be worth letting everyone know where you are before we have been gone for more than 6 hours? Are you really that self centered and dense that you couldn't see the looks people were giving us? The curiousity, wonder, and fear...Shit I doubt you even noticed when she slipped the paper into your pocket." Her dark eyes seemed to darken as she spoke, fury tangoed with anger in her eyes before she looked away releasing her arms for a moment.

She turned her back to him closing her eyes to try and calm the storm that was causing a small tremor to move through her body. Whether it was from only the anger was yet to be seen. After a few seconds she turned back around with her hands on her hips. "And I call bull, I will not sit around like a lazy bum or spoiled trophy wife without helping a little." She lifted a finger to pause him before she continued. "No I do not think I am a trophy wife, just was saying it as an expression."

Cleo made sure to keep just out of his arm's length as she stood meeting his gaze. "If you act this way after a simple peck, then I will take the couch tonight just to not risk accidentally walking into the wrong bathroom...I might as well ask for you to put my head on a skewer first."

Even though she was trying to joke, it wasn't as evident in the dark eyes or tightened jaw of the female. She didn't dare move until there was a knock on the door to which she ran out of the room, opening the door with a smile. Even with the anger that was just behind her facade, she still tried to act like they hadn't been arguing just moments before.

"Welcome welcome. Yes let me help you with that." She moved out of the way before helping pick up one of the smaller, and lighter, packages directing the delivery men where to set the first part of the couch down in the living room. She ignored the pain in her side as she set the box down and moved back to the door helping grab a corner of another section when the one worker seemed to struggle. She bit down on her lip to stifle the squeak that threatened to come out and pushed through it setting the middle section down with a deep breath.

She didn't move to continue helping when the worker went back to the door, instead she walked up the stairs using the distraction of mutliple people coming in and out of the house to sneak into the bathroom spitting into the sink trying to rid the metal taste from her mouth. One hand was holding her side while she used her free hand to inspect her lip where she had bitten down. "Poop...I shouldn't have bitten down so hard, that isn't going to be easy to cover."

It still felt as though his hands were still on her hips as she stood staring out the door blinking a few more times. She moved to the door and made her way down the stairs, taking a seat on the bottom couple watching them still bringing items in. His words rang in her mind and she found herself watching him a little longer than she wanted but shook her head and moved out of the way when it appeared that they were going to be bringing in the bedroom items. She directed them to which items went where and then walked down the steps heading into the basement.

At least this way she was out of the way and leaned her head back against the wall closing her eyes with a chuckle. Seeing the furious Lucifer that was followed by a gentle one made her feel like she was going to get whiplash at how seemlessly he changed between the two. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them as she let out a sigh.

"It is hard to tell you my plan if I don't know what it is going to be at first." It didn't seem like it was very long after that, that her breathing had evened out and she was napping lightly. Only jerking awake with a groan when her head dipped forward. She didn't bother to look at her phone to see what time it was as she stood and walked up the stairs. It took a moment for it to register in her mind the set up in the living room.

For a second she thought about calling out for Lucifer but then decided against it and headed back upstairs into the bathroom that she would later claim as her own. She turned on the water letting it warm up as she discarded her clothes and stepped into the cascading warmth. Her eyes closed as the pain seemed to ease with the heat. She released her hair of the braid and set the pony tail holder on the edge of the sink before starting off softly singing.

She didn't have a bad voice but not many got to listen to her singing. Her voice was similar to the artist Twinnie but a little richer. As much as she loved to sing, she rarely did it infront of an audience as she had been teased as a child for being confident in her voice. The song that she had chosen to sing along to was You by Chris Young. It wasn't that she had heard the song recently, it was one of the songs that would get stuck in her head at random times during the day.

The stress of everything that had happened earlier in the day washed down the drain with the sweat and grime from earlier. Granted she probably should have locked the door after the previous interruption but the warm water was calling her name.

Her eyes didn’t even lift from the book she was reading in her hanging chair. She looked up hearing his voice and almost protested but the thought of something worse than that popped into her mind before she answered. “Okay fine...as long as I don’t have to change.” She closed the book after marking her spot and set it on the little nightstand she had put between her bed and chair. Sometimes it annoyed her when he would knock and then proceed to walk in as she wasn’t always decent for someone else’s eyes. Though she had started to lock her door if she was changing or getting ready just on the off chance he needed something.

The last few weeks had seemed to go smoother in her opinion since their argument the day that everything was being moved in. She ran a hand through her damp hair as she watched him laying on her bed. “You know I have other chairs you can sit in...instead of wrinkling my just dried blankets.” Normally she would have gone with a cheesy pick up line but after a late night of following a couple leads she had been given concerning the mark on the weapon that led to more questions than answers, she then worked out her frustration downstairs before work, went to work, and then did another training session after work. She was just settling in for the night when Lucifer had walked into her room.

“I mean you do look good in my bed, but I would rather get this over and done with. That bed is calling my name.” She stood up in her sock covered feet running her hands down the light washed jeans that hugged her curves in the right way but yet were still really comfortable as she bent over to slip on her cowboy boots. She looked down at the band tank top she was wearing and shrugged before moving over to her dresser picking up one of the many ponytail holders as she began to tie her long dark hair back into a ponytail. The only evidence she wasn’t really thrilled about being disrupted from her reading was the lack of shine in her eyes. Of course she didn’t mind going out with friends or even Lucifer, but it was the one night she would have liked to hide in her room away from people.

She didn’t wait for him before she was walking down the stairs and stepped into the kitchen looking for something to drink from the fridge. Honestly she was glad that he had wanted to make the food more often. It wasn’t that she was a bad cook, she just didn’t enjoy it as much as he did. She had more fun watching him cook while drinking her coffee in the mornings or conversing about something menial about work. When her eyes landed on a bottle of white gatorade, she pulled it out and opened it before taking a sip. It then hit her that she might have to drive them home and she turned to look at Lucifer with a sickly sweet grin. “Well if I am buying you drinks, it means I will be the designated driver home.” She grabbed the keys from the counter before he could and walked to the door. Even though her muscles complained at the light jog she did to the door, she leaned her back against the door with a wink. “Are you sure you want to go out with me? I am a little bit of a mess.”

She followed his lead and turned to face him. "You know what? It doesn't matter to me. Whichever one has the cheaper drinks." She wiggled her eyebrows playfully before she leaned back in her seat. Her eyes were still on him as she waited before chuckling. Sometimes she would keep track in her mind how many times in the day he would call her darling but after a couple she gives up. She placed a hand on his arm that was on the back of her headrest before she spoke again.

"Why don't we try the East side club? I haven't been to either one so I am going to trust your judgement." She then pulled out her phone after patting his arm waiting for him to begin driving. She started to text a couple of people from their job that she had become friends with. Her fingers typing away on her phone as Lucifer pulled out of the drive. If he wanted to look over, she wasn't afraid to show that she was texting Gary or Laurie. Tonight she was texting Gary mainly talking about a couple of things that they were following up on from work.

Even when they were at the office, she seemed to gravitate towards the blonde haired male when there was a question she had or even just when taking a break. She had found him to be easier to talk to and had even asked him for some cheesy lines to try on her husband. She slipped her phone back into her pocket as she looked out the window. "So you didn't answer my statement about me being the driver home. Are you actually going to give me some of that control?"

The lights of the street lamps danced across her features as she turned her head towards him smiling. As much as she would have enjoyed staying home and reading her book, part of her was excited to be having a night out with him. The lights of the club caught her attention as the pulled into a spot. She waited until the vehicle was in park before she climbed out and walked to the end of the line waiting for him. Her arms wrapped around her torso defensively as she stood in the line. Her eyes looked a couple of women up and down at their outfits but otherwise she was trying to keep to herself.

It was almost painfully obvious she felt under dressed and out of place standing in the line. Her other defense was to pull out her phone and looked through her social media trying to block out as much as she could other than Lucifer and where she was supposed to be headed. She almost didn't recognize the voice that called her name until she lifted her gaze. "Gary!" The male walked over to her and pulled her into a hug with a warm smile.

"Imagine seeing you two here. I didn't take you as much of a club going Lynne." Her cover name almost didn't click when their coworker spoke to her name. A smile filled her features as he stood next to her wrapping an arm around her shoulder. There was a hint of possessiveness in his action as he looked over at Lucifer still with a warm smile. "How are you Mr. Williams?" The feigned respect evident in his tone.

His comment about loving her the way she is and his kiss caught her offguard. She turned her head to look at Lucifer confusion dancing in her eyes before they returned to Gary when he spoke. "I am doing good. Wasn't expecting the two of you to be here. Are you guys just having a fun night out? If that is the case, you chose the right spot." He offered a wink towards Cleo and then ushered the couple into the building before him.

Thankfully the place wasn't overly packed and there was enough places to sit if someone wanted to spend more time sitting instead of dancing. Cleo noticed that Lucifer's hand was still resting on her waist and she slipped away from him going over to order a couple of drinks. Once the drinks were ready, she took a sip of the water and walked back over to Lucifer handing him the drink. "It doesn't matter to me. I don't think I am going to attempt drink very much tonight."

Even if a couple of drinks didn't affect her, she wasn't one to get into drinking. In fact she hadn't touched much of the stuff after watching one of her close friends get carried away. It was part of the reason how she ended up being an angel before she fell. She took another sip of her water before being pulled out onto the dance floor by Gary. The way his hands rested on her hips as he danced with her making sure to make eye contact with Lucifer. It looked as though he was doing it on purpose to try and get a rise out of the other male before Cleo stepped away saying she had to put her drink down.

She walked over to a table and set her drink down making sure to take a seat before someone else pulled her onto the dance floor. She was watching the ice in her drink as she spun it before finally looking up and over at Lucifer. "I have a tab under my card, so you can go and get as many drinks as you want on it. I don't care about paying for all of them. This night is for you love. Gotta keep my man happy." Her eyes wandered over to the dance floor doing a double take on a couple of people that looked familiar to her. One of them looking like the woman that had stopped them in the furniture store all those weeks ago.

She was about to tell Lucifer but was interrupted when a waitress came over and set down a drink saying that a darker haired male had ordered the drink for her. Cleo looked over to the male and offered a nervous smile before going back to her water taking a drink. The other beverage sitting by her elbow patiently waiting for the young woman to either give it to Lucifer or drink it herself.