A/N: I do not own Supernatural or Crowley (I wish I did). This is a 'one shot' meaning there won't be another. The OC has no name or gender.
It had been quiet for too long. Dean and Sam were across the state taking care of some ghouls. You sat in the main room of the bunker trying desperately to focus on your book, but Crowley was making it impossible. He sat in the chair across from you, he leaned forward. His elbows were on his knees, his hands folded, his head rested on his tangled fingers. He had been staring at you intently for about an hour and it was getting to you.
"What, Crowley?" You stayed focused on the pages of your book.
"Nothing, I'm just fascinated." Crowley shifted back in his seat and rested his hands on the arm rests of the chair. You gently placed your book open over your knee.
"What are you fascinated about?" The annoyance rang in your voice. He was really getting on your nerves with his smooth talk.
"Well, I think it's the way you stare into the book. You look as if you have every intention of reading it, but something is keeping you from doing so."
"yeah, you." You snapped at him, probably another one of his attempts to charm you.
"Maybe I am. Maybe you can't keep your eyes off me." Crowley slid forward in his seat, resting his hands on your knee.
"Darling, I can see it in your eyes. It's obvious the conflict in you, between what you want and what Moose and Squirrel will think." You stayed silent. The expression on your face softened when you realized what he was saying was true. You always put on this act of how irritating it was to have Crowley around, but in truth you just didn't want the boys to know how much you liked Crowley.
"Darling, it's time to think about yourself for once." He smiled. You looked up into his eyes. He was right, you needed to choose.
"You...I want you." The words left your mouth in a whisper. You leaped up into his lap, your book fell to the floor and you gave Crowley a deep kiss. His arms wrapped around you, showing he was content with your choice.