For my sister, Angel
Angel lay in her bed and stared at the ceiling, trying to ignore the pounding in her head along with the accompanying nausea. She heard her phone buzz next to her. Moving made the room swim, so she closed her eyes and felt around under the sheets, until her IPhone was in her hand. Bleary eyed, she read the text from Crowley.
Can't wait for dinner tonight my pet. Do wear that little red dress I bought for you, I'll see you in a couple hours. –KoH
Angel groaned. She had been beyond thrilled when he had finally taken notice of her, no matter that she had been his secretary for over a year now, and here she was, feeling beyond sick. Not fair, she whined to herself. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to focus on her phone as she replied.
I'm going to have to cancel tonight. I have a migraine and the whole room keeps spinning, maybe a rain check?
She hit send, then immediately regretted it. Most people didn't ask the King of Hell for a rain check, especially when he was the one asking for something. She closed her eyes, hoping maybe in another year or two he'd forgive her and ask her out again.
A loud voice cut through her musings. "A rain check? Really? One does not simply…" Angel turned and saw Crowley storming towards her bed. He paused, and then sat slowly on her bed and brushed his fingers against her cheek. "Oh pet, I thought for a moment you were actually begging me to kill you by declining my invitation." Any other day of the week that sweet accent of his would have zinged straight into her panties, but it was all she could do to focus on his face.
His fingertips brushed her collarbone. "Don't worry love, I promise to take excellent care of you. Get you back on your knees in no time." Angel managed a small smile. Crowley leaned in and placed a soft kiss onto her forehead. "Oh, and no mention of my taking care of you to anyone, rumors would spread, and" he smirked "bad for business."
He got up and winked. "Back in a flash pet."
Angel lay there and wondered if maybe the migraine had caused some kind of brain damage or something. Crowley? Promising to take care of her? The sex in a suit King of Hell kissing her forehead? She lay there and tried to breath, telling her stomach not to lose what little items it was still holding onto.
"First things first," Crowley said as he made his way back to her bedside. "Sit up, now there's a good girl." Angel was clinging to him, the room spinning like some bad Willy Wonka acid trip. "Drink this, it tastes like tripe, but it will keep your lunch from coming back up." She took the small vial shakily and quickly downed the contents. Tripe? She was fairly sure it tasted more like licking a truck stop bathroom floor. But in moments her stomach settled, and the room seemed to slow down on the spinning. "Better? Thought so. Now for the not so fun part." Angel focused on his face, her body finally catching up with the fact that the object of her unrequited lust had his arm around her and was practically whispering in her ear.
"Ready then?" She nodded slowly. She gasped as suddenly she was pinned under him, his lips pressed firmly to hers, his tongue delving deep. Angel whimpered against his mouth as the pain in her head exploded, and then, darkness.
She awoke slowly, aware of several things at once. First, she was looking up at Crowley, her head cradled in his lap, a small smile playing on his lips as his fingers twirled in her hair. Second, her migraine was gone. "Feeling much better my little Angel?" he whispered as he leaned down and brushed his lips to hers. "Yes sir, uhm, Crowley." He chuckled, then pulled her up against him as they stretched out on her bed. "Now, you sleep, tomorrow our date." He kissed her cheek. "Rain check me ever again Angel, and I will smite your ass."