Summary: AU. Arranged marriages aren't really about whether the couple actually love each other, and in this case, they don't...to begin with. They're twenty-five years apart, but as time goes on, they actually begin to fall in love with each other. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Allie Matthews.
A/N: I got the idea for this fic a while ago and I didn't have the guts to try and write it. I have now and here's the first chapter.
Hope you like, and please leave a review!
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Better With Time
-Chapter One: Scared and Alone-
Allie stood looking in the mirror at herself. Her dark curls were pinned up and a gorgeous tiara rested on her head. Her blue eyes blinked away tears as she looked over her body that was coated in a stunning white dress, the sleeves being merely lacey straps that rested just below her shoulders. The skirt floated outward towards the bottom and the bodice revealed a lot of her chest. She was eighteen, yet she looked to be in her early twenties. She was about to become a woman.
"You look beautiful," Her mother, Andrea told her, "Really, Allie."
Allie just kept staring at the reflection. Her schoolmates and teachers didn't know. Her friends didn't know. But her parents knew. Her parents knew and her parents were the witnesses; no-one else. Their parents knew the priest who'd be performing the ceremony who condoned the fact that Allie was marrying a man twenty-five years older than her and that she'd only met him three times.
Thank God it was a Friday night. She'd need the weekend to get used to him and living with him. She'd already had all her things moved into his enormous house which was hidden behind some woodland. She was about twenty minutes driving distance away from school and she had her own car so it wasn't much of an issue. She'd just accepted the fact that she was getting married and she'd be a housewife once she'd left school. Her mother wanted her to marry him because he was rich and he was a friend of hers who was looking for a wife. Stupid, isn't it?
"Can I have five minutes...just to think?" She asked, "I need a little time alone..."
Her mother nodded and kissed her cheek gently before leaving the room, Allie shedding a couple of nervous tears before looking at herself again. This was the start of her new life, yet she'd wanted to wait until she found a man closer to her age, who she loved and she cherished. This guy, she'd met three times and he seemed nice enough; it was just...the age difference was ridiculous and they didn't love each other.
This wasn't the 1800s where women would just marry whoever had the best prospects. This was 2010 and yet now, she was being forced to marry a man she didn't love. He didn't love her; she didn't love him. Marriage is about love, yet in this one, there wouldn't be any.
Maybe she could learn to love him in time, but more as a friend rather than a husband. She suddenly realised she'd be losing her virginity tonight too. God, she wasn't ready for this. She was terrified. She looked around the room at the multiple windows and realised she might be able to make a run for it. She ran to them, suddenly stopping and remembering she was five floors up. There was no way she'd get out of the hotel without being seen. She banged her fist on the wall and let out a frustrated almost-sob, taking a deep breath and trying to relax.
They'd be leaving any minute.
Throughout the entire ceremony she'd stood with her hand in his and his face had given her no indication of how he felt about her. He'd smiled a little from time to time but his expression mainly fell serious. He really was handsome, Allie had to admit, and the look on his face when she'd walked up the isle of the almost empty church had set a weak smile on her face.
He looked as though he was staring at the most precious jewel on earth if she was honest. They were saying these vows that meant nothing to them (for now). Her mother was smiling proudly, yet her father, Richard looked a little worried. Why would he let this happen if he wasn't too certain about it?
"I now pronounce you husband and wife." The priest said, Allie swallowing the lump in her throat, "You may now kiss the bride."
Allie turned to look at her husband who leaned down and captured her lips in a soft kiss, holding it for a few seconds before it was broken, seeing him give her a reassuring look as they headed out of the church. He looked at her and squeezed her hand which caused her to look up at him.
"You alright?" He asked, earning a gentle nod from her.
He leaned down and kissed her cheek, not missing the tear that fell down it after.
"You sure, Allie?"
"Yes."
She felt him watching her some more but then she met her mother's gaze, barely able to look at the selfish woman before climbing into the wedding car with her husband beside her, their hands still entwined as they headed to that enormous house where no-one could see them. From what she'd learned about him in those three meetings, he was charming, sophisticated and he was really intelligent. He tried his best to make Allie smile, and he tried to make her feel comfortable but there was still plenty of tension between them. She found herself leaning against him for a little comfort and he pressed a kiss to her head.
"You look beautiful." He told her, stroking her cheek gently.
"Thank you." Allie replied, trying to hide her emotion, "You look really handsome."
"Thanks." He said with a soft smile, leaning down and kissing her lips tenderly.
For the rest of the journey the pair said nothing.
This would be incredibly awkward. The pair stood in the bedroom, candles lit about the place as though this would make it special. Both of them knew it wouldn't be anything special, and he knew he was taking her virginity tonight. Her mother had made that pretty clear to him. He smiled at her as though he was trying to settle her, and he kissed her lips gently, feeling her tense beneath his touch. He gently placed his hands on her hips, kissing her again just as gently as before, breaking it and taking a hand in his own, kissing it lightly. She looked up at him with her beautiful blue eyes, and he noticed they were tearful.
"Crowley..." She whispered, "I've never..."
"I know." He soothed, "It's alright."
They kissed again, Allie kissing back a little this time and placing her shaking hands on his chest.
"Just let me..." She began, gesturing to the bathroom before he let her hand go, watching her leave and sighing as he did.
In the bathroom, Allie unfastened her hair, placing the tiara and pins gently on the counter closest to the wall before unzipping her dress, the beautiful garment falling to her feet which she hung up on the door, leaving her in her white silk lingerie. she loosened the straps and moved them up from their position on her upper arms to her shoulders and she adjusted them again, taking a deep breath and fluffing up her hair before praying that this would be okay.
She turned and went back to the bedroom to see Crowley removing his shirt, his muscular back being shown to her which she unconsciously licked her lips at. She took in a sharp breath and he turned, dropping the shirt to the floor when he saw how bare she now was. She was so beautiful, so precious he didn't know how on earth her mother had convinced her to marry him. She was stunningly beautiful, yet there was a flicker of fear in her eyes as she looked at him. He turned fully, watching her eyes as they trailed over his strong chest and taught stomach, his broad shoulders and muscular arms.
She was wearing a white silk nightdress with matching underwear underneath it, barer than she'd ever been in front of a man before. She was still learning how to kiss for God's sake. He held his hand out to her and she stepped forward nervously, taking it and feeling herself being pulled closer to him. There hadn't been a reception, a first dance, a speech...nothing. The wedding had been awful and Allie was so confused and so scared right now. But Crowley looked at his gorgeous young wife who was still a teenager, and he knew she was purely terrified.
He kissed her lips a little deeper, feeling her reciprocate and nervously wind her arms around him. He could tell she was inexperienced kisser but she'd learn; he knew that. She pulled back and he watched her climb onto the bed, laying against the pillows like she just expected him to climb onto her and just 'do the deed' without so much as a loving kiss or caress. It hurt him a little to see that and he climbed on beside her, stroking her face gently. She watched him with those beautiful eyes as he pressed a kiss to her lips again, moving and leaning into her neck. She turned her head to give him access but just watched the wall, focusing on anything but his lips on her skin.
She had the pain to come yet.
-TBC-
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I hope you enjoyed!
Thanks for reading!
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