Summary: AU. At first it's casual. That's how things like this normally start. But Bobby Singer notices something odd going on with his daughter, and then realises that she may have a horrible link to his best friend. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Jessica Marie Singer.

All Decided for Us

-Four-

The moon was bright and full, stars twinkling as Jess gazed out of the bedroom window, Crowley's arms wrapped around her as they lay together that night, a little sated, warm and happy. Well...sorta happy. They'd had sex, it'd been great and now they were resting up, ready for the next round which no doubt would come any time soon, unless of course, they fell asleep, which seemed likely since Jess's eyes kept drifting closed every so often.

"It's so beautiful tonight..." Jess whispered, gazing at the scene in front of them.

"Like you, then." Crowley added, pressing a tender kiss to the top of Jess's head.

Jess smiled and curled into his chest, kissing it and then his neck.

"Thank you."

Crowley smiled softly, holding her close to him as though he was afraid to let go before he gazed down at her, kissing her lips deeply. Pulling away, he saw a flicker of fear in her eyes and he frowned a little in shock.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing..." Jess replied, "I just..."

She sighed and rested her head back on his shoulder, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest.

"What if my parents find out?" She breathed, "I...I'm scared for you..."

"If we both keep quiet and both make sure we're discreet your parents won't find out," Crowley replied, "Your dad would probably kill me if he did find out."

"I know." Jess replied, biting her lip and looking up at Crowley, a tear rolling down her face.

I can't lose you.

"I'd take all the pain for you, darling." Crowley whispered, kissing her head again and smiling as a shooting star went by, "Make a wish, sweetheart."

Jess closed her eyes and wished that she and Crowley could be together forever, that her parents wouldn't find out about them and that he'd love her back. Oh God...she loved him. She loved him and the notion terrified her. More tears began to pour and Crowley felt them hitting his shoulders, the hot droplets running down his chest.

"Jess...?"

The girl sniffled and pressed closer to him, Crowley squeezing her a little tighter.

"Why are you crying?"

Jess looked up at him and pulled him into a kiss, Crowley feeling her lips trembling beneath his own as they kissed gently and slowly. Like they cared about each other. Jess felt his hands stroking her body, his tender, gentle hands running over her warm body as he held her to him. There was a soft moan from him as her hands began to caress and massage his body, and then a whimper from her as he began to kiss down her body.

This was tender and it was gentle, not like the fun, rough, fiery encounters the two lovers had been having. That worried them both a little, in particular Crowley, but he couldn't stop himself from being tender with her. For one thing, the poor girl was crying beneath him, but also he didn't have the heart to be rough with her tonight. He looked back to her face, that beautiful tear-soaked face that he just felt his heart break at the sight of.

"Jess...do you want to stop?" He asked, Jess pulling him in for another kiss.

"No..." She breathed, "Hold me...?"

She lifted herself up so Crowley could wind his arms around her and their chests pressed together, shivers running down both their spines. Crowley slid on a condom and entered his partner, the two of them laying flush together and finding themselves fitting perfectly like pieces of a puzzle. Crowley looked into her teary eyes and he kissed her lips, hushing her before resting his head by hers, leaving them cheek to cheek. He kissed her temple and felt her hold him close, deciding to rock his hips just a fraction to see what reaction he got.

The sound that Jess made was the softest moan that Crowley had ever heard, and he felt her hot breathing in his ear. There was a moment where they looked at one another before sharing a gentle, almost-loving kiss. Their movements were tender and slow, Jess's legs hooked over Crowley's thighs and her arms under his, hands gripping his shoulders as they rocked together slowly. He lifted himself up a little and made sure he thrust deeply, feeling Jess's small, dainty hands grip his sides before she held his upper arms, brow knotted in a pleasurable grimace as gentle breaths and noises escaped her lips.

"Crowley..." She moaned, gazing up at him before he leaned down and met her lips in a kiss, their movements slowing as they savoured it.

They broke the kiss and nuzzled foreheads, continuing to move at the pace they started at. They slowed again to a stop for a moment and just looked at each other, feeling fire burning within their bodies, their hands moving to hold each other while their lips met in a kiss, breaking apart but almost touching as three very important words came out of Crowley's mouth.

"I love you."

Jess smiled a little, touching her lover's face with the gentlest fingers and stroking tender lines down his cheek, kissing his lips passionately before gazing straight into his eyes. He'd admitted how he truly felt and that sent her heart flying further than Heaven, tears burning up in her eyes again.

"I love you too..."

He felt the girl quaking in his arms and he held her close, hearing a light moan as he moved his hips again. They were making love now. After several thrusts he felt Jess's body really shaking quite heavily, and as her dainty hands held his shoulders she let out shaking breaths, panting and being otherwise silent as they continued their lovemaking. They were so, so close together, breathing each other in as they moved together. But Jess felt it was growing all too much and she gripped Crowley's shoulders, gasping out her request.

"Stop for a second...please..."

"You okay?" Crowley whispered, looking at her as she lay trembling beneath him.

"Yes."

Crowley thrust once more and both of them cried out, Jess coming harder than she ever had before, Crowley doing the same before the lovers kissed and touched one another, caressing each other's bodies and holding each other tightly.

"I love you, Jessica." Crowley whispered, the use of Jess's full name making her realise that he was deadly serious about his feelings.

"I love you, Crowley." Jess replied, kissing Crowley's lips and holding him to her body, stroking his back gently as they came down from their high.

How the pair of them were still awake, they didn't know, but Jess stopped moving in Crowley's lap and she cupped his face, Crowley leaning forward and kissing her lips gently. He was sat against the headboard, Jess working in his lap as they made love again for the fifth time that day. Their foreheads pressed together and the lovers chuckled, kissing again before Jess wound her arms around Crowley and pulled him into an embrace. She stroked her fingers through his hair gently, sighing and kissing his temple. She climbed off of him and they settled against the pillows, Crowley's arms around her, stroking her skin with gentle thumbs.

"Wow..." She breathed, Crowley chuckling in response and kissing her head.

"I know."

They lay in comfortable silence for a moment before Jess said what Crowley had been dreading.

"Can I stay with you?"

He closed his eyes.

"For tonight."

"What about tomorrow?" She asked, "I don't wanna go home..."

Crowley sighed and lay right next to her, turning onto his side and pulling her close to him before stroking her hair, resting on his elbow.

"You have to." He said, "As much as I don't want you to, you've got to."

"I wish...I wish I could stay with you..."

"I know...I wish you could stay."

Jess kissed his lips, curling up close and kissing his chest and broad shoulders, Crowley pulling the sheets over them and holding her to him, sighing into her hair.

"I love you, Jess." He breathed, "But if you stay, your father will start to worry and I couldn't let him worry about you..."

"I know," Jess replied, "I love you too, Crowley."

There was a gentle kiss shared, feather light touches being ghosted along both bodies as the lovers settled to sleep.

The next day, Bobby looked a little shocked as Jess walked through the door. Her legs were shaking as her hands were and her hair was quite messy as though she'd been through a really heavy breeze, but there didn't seem to be one outside.

"You okay, honey?" He asked, Jess nodding in response.

"Hey, Dad." She replied, hugging him, "Just hungry."

Bobby inhaled the scent of her perfume and smiled, kissing his daughter's cheek before heading to the kitchen.

"Your mom's just making lunch." He said softly, "It'll be twenty minutes."

Jess smiled sweetly and headed up to her room, locking the door before flopping onto the bed and starting to cry silently. She missed Crowley already, and the pain of being away from the man she'd fallen in love with was too hard to bear. She never wanted to leave his side, never wanted to let him go and to just lay in his arms for an eternity. She wanted his hands and lips on her body, she wanted him inside of her and drawing her to bliss with simple thrusts of his hips. She wanted to hold him, to kiss him and to cradle him to her, but now...now she had to wait two weeks before seeing him again and she didn't know how she'd cope.

They'd still text each other and call each other when they were alone, but it wasn't the same as talking to him in person. She didn't get to hear that voice or look into those eyes. She didn't get to feel the tender touch of his hand against her arm or her own hand, or their fingers linking as they talked to each other. She didn't get to slot her leg between his and play a gentle game of footsie with him as they spoke or to run her hands through his short, soft hair. She didn't get to rub his chest lightly to help him fall asleep or to tease him with her hands and lips whilst they talked as she had often.

She didn't get to tell him that she loved him more than her own life to his face, to tell him how much he actually meant to her or how much she cared for him. She didn't get to touch him, to caress and kiss him or to make love with him. She didn't get to hear the sound of his voice when he reached climax or to see his face when he entered orgasm. She didn't get to make him come or to feel his hands and lips on her body, to feel his tender touches and nuzzles of his forehead against hers.

She couldn't deal with this pain. She couldn't cope without him, and for two weeks she drank, barely ate and cried herself to sleep. Her father had noticed small things which he'd asked her about, like had she had a fall out with a friend of hers or something. She kept her love for and with Crowley a secret from her parents. If they found out, they'd freak out, pure and simple. They'd probably hunt him down and beat him to death for putting his hands on their child and then treat her like she was a victim of rape or abuse or something.

Her mother had babied her a bit when she'd lost her virginity, and it had really pissed her off, so Jess couldn't imagine how bad it would be if they found out about this. Crowley was her little secret though, her wonderful second life hidden with him in that beautiful house. When they were together they were happy, content, satisfied and they had fun. They laughed together, joked, talked, shared secrets and they even carried out a few of their cleaner fantasies together. Every time they made love, Jess's heart flew to heights she never thought it could, all with Crowley.

She couldn't wait to see him in two weeks.

-TBC-