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There didn't appear to be a dresscode for the club, but Bela always chose something which suited the purpose of a meeting, be it for business or pleasure. She's opted for a slinky dress with some nice heels to match, hair and make-up perfect. After being in Los Angeles for work, she was looking for a chance to relax before she had to conduct another client meeting in another major city; there were times when being a professional thief for hire was particularly demanding.

Still, the pay-off was worth it.

Bela walks into Lux with an air of confidence, taking her time to look around the establishment. It's busy for mid-week and people seemed to be enjoying themselves. From her initial impression, it looked like it was well-run, and it gave off a fun and relaxed atmosphere. She also liked the decor and the layout. Bela knows she could spend more time having a closer look around, but she's here to meet someone.

"I'm looking for the owner." She asks the bartender after grabbing their attention. "Is he around?"

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"Enough time to set down some roots and make something for yourself."

Which, in his case, was the club and everything that seemed to come along with it. He was definitely successful, given the amount of people Bela saw tonight
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"I'm from England originally, although I did move to the States a couple of years ago."

She leans into him while they wait.

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“Indeed.” Well, he has Lux, certainly. Maze, too. All the drugs, booze, and sex he desires, with whomever he wants, whenever he wants. Whether he has “roots” likely depends on what your definition of “roots” is.

“I haven’t been to England in eons,” he says easily. “The past century or so, America has been much more fun.”

And then the elevator doors close, and Lucifer gently, inexorably, presses Bela against the wall, covering her mouth with his in a searing kiss.

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She much prefers America now, wanting to leave England behind without looking back.

There is barely time for Bela to protest when he pushes her against the elevator wall and kisses her; she immediately responds to it by deepening the kiss, sliding her arms around his neck to pull him even closer to her.

If this is how he was going to play, she was absolutely going to follow his lead.

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Lucifer is single-minded in his desires - and has never seen any point in delaying things when he's decided. Why sit around chit-chatting when they're both here for one reason? And she certainly won't regret it.

He kisses with the confidence borne of long experience, and the skill to match. He tangles one hand in her hair, his other hand sliding down her side to her hip, keeping her pinned between his body and the wall as his tongue expertly explores her mouth. He only breaks the kiss when the elevator dings and the doors open on his sumptuous, modern penthouse, a bar, Italian leather sofas, and another baby grand piano gleaming in the dim mood lighting. He grins, tugging her forward.

"Told you the view is great," he murmurs, his eyes raking her body once again, hand sliding around to cup her ass through her dress.

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Her hands slide down his back to feel him through his clothes (quality suit, she notices) and she pushes back into the kiss as much as possible, groaning against his mouth. It's heated and it feels good and it's everything that she could want. Maybe she could end up learning a thing or two from him after tonight.

From her brief look at the penthouse, she's impressed, and not at all surprised to see both a bar and a piano - ideal items to entertain a guest with, when they weren't busy with other things.

"Looks damn good from where I'm standing." Bela smirks, giving him a slow and deliberate once-over before stepping closer, settling her hands at his waist. She can feel the warmth of his hand through the thin material of her dress, and it's something Bela very much appreciates.

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Lucifer chuckles faintly. "I know." Hey, he doesn't lack for ego.

He's already stripping off his jacket, tossing it on the aforementioned Italian leather, and then he's pulling her close again, more kisses, nipping at her lips almost playfully. His hands unerringly seek the zipper of her dress - he does love this part, like unwrapping a particularly sexy gift.

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She smiles against his mouth between the kisses and nips, hands quickly reaching for the buttons of his shirt to pop them open, pausing to give him a chance to relieve her of her clothing. The underwear she's got on matches the vibrant red colour of the dress, but the bra is strapless - the best fit for what she's wearing.

As for her shoes? They'll need to come off too, lest she tear a hole in the very nice dress.

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While kissing and tugging at her clothes, Lucifer is steering her gently but inexorably toward the two steps leading up to the bedroom. It's simple enough, then, to nudge her to the mattress as he kneels before her, lifting one exquisite leg to remove a shoe - and then the other, his touches light, teasing, calculated to send shivers all along her nerves. A well-placed brush of his stubbled jaw has the same effect, he's found, and he makes use of that, too.

"Let me have a look at you, darling," he murmurs, tugging at that dress to get it off her.

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The bedding is soft and luxurious, and it doesn't surprise her at all, given his rather lavish tastes in decor.

But she isn't really that interested in that right now, focusing instead on those light touches and how they make her skin tingle; on the careful attention he's paying to the removal of her shoes and the scratch of his jaw against her bare skin. Bela makes an appreciative sound, closing her eyes for a moment.

When she feels a tug, she happily shifts her body to accommodate the removal of her dress, hoping to make it easier for him.

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He explores her, with his hands and his mouth. Teases at the edges of her underwear, kisses along her ribs, then up to her neck, then her mouth. The pleased rumble he makes, low in his chest, should let her know how good he thinks this is.

He doesn't join her on the bed, however, instead dropping to his knees and pulling her closer to the edge of the mattress, spreading her thighs to make room for him, for his mouth on the soft skin there, fingers wandering.

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It’s enough to entice, but it also leaves Bela wanting more. He knows exactly how to rile her up, make her feel wanted and desired; the feeling is mutual, and she wants to show him that in return the moment she gets a chance to.

For now, she is fine with letting him take control, put her where he wants her to be. The light sigh she lets out at the feel of his mouth and his fingers near her inner thigh is her permission for him to continue. Not that she was going to object.

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He teases around her panties at first, fingers and lips ghosting over her skin, over the silky fabric between her thighs. Certainly he's enjoying the way she shifts, the little sighs and sounds she makes for him, and he draws it out a bit.

But not too long, since Lucifer is always one for indulgence. He finally tugs aside the fabric and licks a stripe along her folds, groaning at her taste. Divine, he murmurs, almost to himself, because he can't resist the urge to blaspheme.

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She hums softly when his tongue brushes against her, hand reaching to grasp the sheets below, fingers twisting in the fabric. The groan from him also gives her a pleasant sensation and Bela is fairly certain that no one has ever described her as divine before. She didn't mind it of course.

Bela does hold back from moving too much, but her tiny sound of want lets him know he's doing everything right.

It's just the beginning, but already, it feels really good.

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He wastes no more time, hooking her knees over his shoulders and diving in. The thing with Lucifer is that he literally invented cunnilingus (along with a few other things), so to say he's a champ at it is an understatement.

His tongue teases along her folds, then finds her clit, dancing around it lightly as he presses a finger inside.