Summary: Crowley has been friends with Carly for a damn long time, what with her being half demon, and when hidden feelings erupt to the surface, their relationship grows deeper than they could possibly imagine. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Carly Ashford.
A/N: Hi! Yet another Crowley/OC fic that will contain humour, romance, hotness, love, a few tears perhaps, and the other members of Team Free Will including resurrected Jo, Ellen, Ash and Gabriel.
I hope you enjoy this fic because I know I'm going to love writing it! And the Crowley/OC relationship is constant throughout but it'll be a naughty, fun, sexy and loving relationship all in one!
Now, on with the first chapter!
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I Didn't Expect to Fall for You
-Chapter One: The Best Fake Date Ever-
"Come on, Carly!" Crowley huffed as he and his best friend sat in her room, typing on her laptop keyboard as she gave him the middle finger, "We haven't been out on a fake date in years!"
"That's because you left me for years, you prick!" Carly replied, taking a deep breath and shaking her head before continuing to type, currently instant messaging her other best friend who was in Colorado on a weekend break.
The twenty-six year old sighed, running a hand through her collar-length dark brown hair, the locks straight yet fluffy, cut into layers and shaped beautifully around her face. Her eyes were a misty shade of blue, nose small and straight whilst her lips were full, upper lip slightly sharp and the lower lip well defined. Her body was just...luscious.
Her breasts were ample, stomach toned and flat, skin slightly tanned while her legs were long and practically perfectly proportioned with muscle. Her fingers and toes were slender, fingernails just a little longer than the fingers themselves which gave her hands that extra feminine touch.
She was a feisty girl at times but most of the time she was fun, loving, caring and weird. But she was the awesome kind of weird, like she could recite parts of movies off by heart after hearing them just once. She could learn songs fully within the space of twenty minutes and when she was dealing with people who pissed her off she really liked to fuck with their minds, as well as beating the living crap out of them.
She lived in North Dakota, a place easy to reach, but her house was just falling to pieces slowly. He was desperately trying to find a new house for them both to live in, just until she could find somewhere better, and Carly was so grateful to him. But Crowley felt a little pang of hurt in his chest as he looked at the girl before him. She was angry with him. He hated it when she was angry with him.
"I had a job to do, you know that." He said, knowing full well the excuse was poor, "And I'm sorry I left without a word...I didn't want to risk you, that's all."
"Listen, I searched high and low for you!" Carly hissed, "I spent two years thinking you were dead, Crowley!"
"I know," He said quietly, "I know you did."
"By the way a fake date sounds amazing." She said, that angry tone still there but shadowed by a hint of playfulness, "Where are you taking me?"
"I was thinking a walk across the beach and then maybe an hour just laying in a meadow." He said, "The way we used to, remember? When we got the best view of the moon or whatever romantic, sappy stuff you came out with."
"Hey!" She cried, "I'll have you know there's nothing wrong with romance, big boy..."
She sighed and rubbed her forehead.
"Pick me up at eight?"
"Sure thing, gorgeous." Crowley replied, getting up and kissing her head gently before winking at her, "See you later."
"Bye, handsome."
When Crowley disappeared, Carly had to smile to herself. She loved their banter, not to mention the shock on people's faces when they went out on fake dates and shared kisses that meant nothing in the slightest. The age gap externally was one of about twenty-something years, and people seemed shocked that a young-looking woman would be with an older-looking guy. But if Carly was honest, she wished that those fake dates weren't fake at all.
If one thing could be said about Carly, it was that the girl new how to dress to impress. She stood in a dark red dress with short sleeves, the skirt floating around her knees as she turned to look in the mirror once more. Her hair was straight, as usual, make-up applied to her eyes and lips, not in huge amounts either, just the way he liked it. She began to hum to calm her nerves, those familiar nerves she got whenever she was going on a fake-date with the demon.
It was seven-fifty in the evening and she knew Crowley would be here any moment with a bunch of flowers as usual. He was such a gentleman that it made Carly worry sometimes. They were demons...well...half in her case, and they shouldn't have manners, but holy Christ, he knew how to treat a lady.
"My, my..."
Carly turned with a sweet smile, slipping her black pumps on and winking at the demon.
"You look gorgeous..."
"Thanks, sweetie." She replied, taking in his usual black outfit, "So do you, as always."
Sure enough, in his hand was a bouquet of black roses, one white one resting in the middle of them which made the arrangement look gorgeous.
"Crowley, those are beautiful!" She breathed, "Thank you so much."
"Anything for you, love." Crowley said, smirking as she bent down to get the vase which rested on the small fireplace of her bedroom, pouring her glass of water into it and letting the flowers rest in it.
He loved it when he got a good view of that gorgeous backside of hers.
"Right...which beach are you thinking about taking me to?" Carly asked, Crowley smiling and sliding their hands together as they left the apartment.
"How does Miami beach sound?" He asked, "Special treat."
"Oh, how you spoil me!" She laughed, the pair suddenly appearing on the beach, the sun setting as they sat on the sand and watched the waves rolling gently against the sand.
Unconsciously, Carly wrapped her arms around Crowley's right arm, snuggling against him before resting her head on his shoulder and sighing, and unconsciously, Crowley leaned into the gentle contact a little.
"It's so beautiful out here." She said softly, "Thank you."
"You're welcome, sweetheart." Crowley replied, the pair sharing a slightly awkward look before breaking apart, "Elderly couple at two-thirty..."
"Two-thirty?" Carly asked, completely puzzled.
"Not quite two o'clock, not quite three o'clock..." Crowley replied, keeping an eye on the couple who were walking up the beach.
"Ah...good logic..." Carly replied, "Kiss?"
"Mhm..."
"Passionate or gentle?"
"Make-out?"
"Got it."
Suddenly the pair were kissing frantically, Carly hooking her leg over Crowley's thighs whilst trying not to laugh at the tuts that were thrown their way. Suddenly, as she and Crowley both chuckled into their kiss, she felt something new...
Crowley was holding her desperately to his body, and his kisses had become gentle, the occasional use of his tongue present in them. Also, she found she was enjoying the sensations and the situation grew completely serious. What had started out all those years ago as a silly game that the pair used to play was rapidly becoming a serious event rather than a game, and both of them knew that there was something new happening to the pair of them. The kiss was broken and the two looked at each other, Carly biting her lip, her eyes hooded and darkened with a hint of lust.
"I...I think we should do that again..." She whispered, Crowley nodding as the pair, if a little nervously, leaned in for a much more tender kiss, holding it for as long as they could before they broke it, "What's happening here?"
"We're...um..." Crowley began, "We're getting together...aren't we...?"
"Think so..." Carly replied, "You okay with that?"
"Yes, are you?"
"Yep."
They kissed again, gripping one another's bodies before a voice snapped them out of it.
"Some people have no decency..."
It was a middle-aged couple. Oh, joy! Crowley smirked, Carly gazing almost lovingly into his eyes before she bit her lip.
"Sea?" He asked, earning a nod before the pair flicked their hands, the middle-aged couple flying backwards into the sea whilst Crowley and Carly just vanished from sight.
That was the best fake date they had ever been on.
-TBC-
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