The Odd Couple
"See you on Friday, Liz!" Rose called on her way out. After a long Wednesday at the cafe, Rose had earned herself a well-deserved day off, and she planned to do absolutely nothing. After working 10 days straight, she wanted nothing more than to spend a day wearing pajamas with her feet up with the TV remote and a tub of ice cream in her hands.
Rose practically raced to get home, overjoyed with the idea of endless sleep and no need to wear pants anymore.
But when she arrived at her apartment, she found the lights already on and a man lounging on her couch.
"Crowley! I thought you had more Purgatory hunting to do!" Rose called to her guest with a smile. She discarded her jacket and shoes by the door, dropping her keys on the nearby kitchen counter.
Ever since Crowley asked her about Purgatory - nearly five months ago - he made a habit of dropping in on her every now and then. As time went by, the gaps between his visits shrank. So much so that Rose now was surprisingly used to having the demon in her apartment.
"He stood me up. An interesting case of cold feet." Crowley joked, not bothering to turn and face the girl.
"Cold feet or lack-there-of?"
His only response was a laugh. Rose shook her head and made her way to the couch, depositing her weary body on the other end from the demon king.
"You staying for dinner?" She asked, eyeing his glass of Craig that he seemed to always have.
"Don't I always?" He took a sip.
"Not every time." Rose rested her head on the couch cushion, her body still facing her guest.
"Long day?" Rose just nodded, letting her eyes droop shut for a moment.
"What are you in the mood for, love?" Crowley asked, setting his empty glass down on the coffee table.
"Sleep." She muttered from the depths of her daze.
"Food, love." He chuckled at the weary girl who was curled up at the end of the couch.
"To be honest, I'm not all that hungry. Someone's order got messed up and I ended up eating the whole screw up." She spoke softly.
"Then perhaps you should go to bed." Crowley shifted his legs around, allowing her more space on the couch.
"What sort of host would I be if I abandoned you here to drown your miseries in that stupid scotch of yours?" Her eyes flitted open and a grin spread across her face as she watched for the demon's reaction.
"You haven't even tried it." His nostrils were flared as he bit back his twinge of anger.
Rose just laughed. "Because you would kill me if I stole your drink."
Crowley had no reply. At the sound of her laughter, he felt his anger melting away, and he found himself smiling at the petite figure.
"Well," Rose uncurled herself, falling into a criss-cross-applesauce with her elbows on her knees. "Did you want anything to eat?"
"Demon, love. Don't need to."
"That doesn't mean you don't want to."
She smiled at her company. It was strange to think it, but she enjoyed when Crowley visited. She was exhausted, but she was more than happy to stay awake if it meant spending time with him.
"I'm fine. You just relax, darling. Tell me about your day." Crowley picked up his glass again, now that it was magically refilled thanks to his demonic powers.
"You wanna hear about my day? It's not like I do anything interesting. I'm sure your day was much more eventful." Crowley chuckled.
"You want to hear about how I tortured people and-"
"On second thought, I'm sure your day was boring too."
They laughed. Rose stood up, headed for her bedroom.
"I'm gonna put some PJs on. I can't stand this uniform for another second." She called over her shoulder.
Crowley polished off his glass and set it down again. He watched the brunette traipsing off to her room. This was by no means the first time she had changed into more comfortable clothes while he was visiting, yet this time he wanted nothing more than to follow her, to take in her form, to run his hands along her soft skin...and after six months of visiting her, he was surprised he hadn't done that so much sooner.
As she rifled through her dresser, she failed to hear the demon king making his way to her door, which she had completely forgotten to close. Settling on a pair of navy satin pants and one of Bobby's old t-shirts, she pushed the dresser drawer shut with her hip and threw the clothes on her bed. Rose began to unbutton her white uniform blouse, but three buttons down, she noticed the dark figure in her doorway.
"Don't stop on my account, love." He bravely took a step forward.
"Seriously?" Rose huffed, her arms falling to her sides. "I let you use my TV, eat my food, and you have full access to the guest bedroom. But if you're gonna perv on me, I will kick you out."
Crowley only smiled. "Is that so?"
"Yes. So quit creeping and let me change in peace!" She stepped towards the demon, trying to wave him out of her room. But a little voice in the back of head was begging for him to stay, to undress her with his hands the way he did with his eyes, to have his way with her right then and there...and after six months of him visiting, she was surprised he hadn't done that so much sooner.
He caught her wrists with ease. Rose's heart flipped in her chest, and she was certain it skipped a beat. Swallowing her nerves, she glared up at him, hoping her eyes were filled with determination and anger. But Crowley didn't flinch. Instead, he smiled.
"Would you like some help?"
"In your dreams, hotshot." Rose spoke quietly. Crowley's face was inches from her's.
"You know you want me to."
"Is that so?"
Crowley smirked. Rose's mask of anger was quickly melting.
Before either of them registered what was happening, Crowley's lips were on her's. Rose's breath hitched in her throat, but she didn't pull away. In fact, she did the exact opposite. Crowley slowly traded his grip on her wrists for one on her waist. Rose's hands rested on his chest, creeping their way up and around to his neck.
When he left her lips, she took a great breath, realizing just how much she needed air. Crowley chuckled, his mouth trailing her jawline down to her neck and to her shoulder.
With one swift and strong movement, Crowley had her pinned beneath him on the bed.
Dewdrops of sweat collecting on their skin, Crowley flopped onto the bed next to Rose, who turned her head on the pillow to watch him. Huffing and puffing, trying to regain her breath, she couldn't help but break into a small fit of laughter.
"Oh my god. I just fucked the King of Hell." She practically whispered after her laughter.
Crowley ran a hand over the girl's body, running up her leg to her chest. "And you loved it."
"Maybe." She smirked. Crowley stretched over to kiss her.
Giggling, Rose smiled. "And the best part is: I have the day off tomorrow."
"Oh, you're going to wish you hadn't told me that, love." He practically growled with delight.
Needless to say, Rose didn't get her day of nothing like she had planned.
Thus ends the set up of their relationship. The next many chapters will not always be in chronological order. I'll date the ones that are related to the timeline, but otherwise just enjoy the fluff!
