Summary: As soon as Crowley showed up at Bobby's, the hunter knew he was trouble. However, even after the Apocalypse, Crowley still showed up and Bobby didn't expect the demon to fall for his daughter, or for his daughter to fall for the demon. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own my OC.

Love Works in Mysterious Ways

~Chapter Four~

Emma lay in bed considering her feelings. She could only think of how Crowley's lips felt against her own, how his body felt as he ground against her. Good God, was the room hot or was it her? She sighed and ran a hand through her auburn curls, resting against her pillows and biting her lip, trying to get the images and memorised feelings out of her head.

"Darling, did I really make that much of an impression on you?"

Emma sighed and pouted at the demon, crossing her arms over her chest.

"This isn't fair." She said, Crowley chuckling in response, "Don't laugh at me, this isn't funny!"

"Shhh...wouldn't want daddy dearest to hear us would we?" Crowley chuckled sitting on the bed and kissing Emma's lips, the twenty-seven year old shoving him away.

She felt literally grossed out by that remark and it sent shudders rushing down her spine.

"Stop it." She hissed, "No! We're not doing this!"

"Sweetheart, if you want me, you've got every right to have me." Crowley replied, "I want you, I know you want me, so let's stop messing about and get down to it."

"Hang on, get down to what?" Emma asked, realising what the demon was talking about, "Oh no...don't you dare..."

"Come on, Emma," Crowley whispered with exasperation, "What on Earth are you so worried about?"

"My dad..." Emma replied, answering straight away, "I don't want...I don't want him to hurt you...'cause believe me, Crowley, he will find a way to hurt you if he finds out about you and me..."

The knock on the door shocked both demon and human and Crowley vanished Emma clearing her throat a little.

"Come in." She said softly, Bobby poking his head around the door with a bag over his shoulder, "Dad?"

"Rufus needs me on a hunt, sweetheart...sorry..."

"Another one?" Emma asked, "Dad, you've been home for nine hours!"

"I know, I know..." Bobby replied, "I'm sorry, honey. I'll see you in a week okay?"

"Fine." Emma said softly, her dad leaning down and kissing her cheek, "For God's sake stay safe..."

Bobby nodded and hugged his child, tussling her hair which earned a pillow being swung at his head before he ran chuckling out of the room.

"Be careful!" Emma called, Bobby calling back in response before Emma listened for the door closing and the truck driving away.

She had her suspicions as to where this hunt had come from and she sighed, huffed and folded her arms before raising her eyebrows.

"Would you mind explaining to me how on Earth my dad got a hunt so quickly after returning from one?" She asked, "Did you have something to do with this, Crowley? I want the truth."

Crowley smirked as he reappeared by the door, shaking his head and biting his lip.

"I may have...well...created something that needed killing."

"God, this is why I like Dean so much." Emma huffed, "He understands the word 'No', and he understands boundaries."

"Well, darling, you don't seem to mind being in contact with me since I know all you keep thinking about is our little encounter in the yard today," Crowley pointed out, "Well...we won't be interrupted for a week so we can carry on...I know it's what you want."

He was right, and the way he smirked and raised his eyebrows at her told him that he was and Emma smiled softly at him.

"As I said before," Crowley said as he sat on the bed, "You want me...I want you...let's get down to it."

Emma shook her head, climbing out of bed and walking downstairs, Crowley sighing and following her.

"Don't hide from it, Emma."

Emma stopped in her tracks before having an idea. She headed for the basement. Crowley wouldn't be able to get into the panic room, but as she got down the stairs, she found him stood against the door.

"Emma, look at me..."

The young woman did and felt the urge to just kiss his goddamn face off.

And she did.

Their kiss was heated and passionate, Crowley pushing her against the cold, hard wall and pinning her there with his body, hands caressing her hips and waist, kissing her deeply while sliding his sinful tongue into her mouth. She moaned into the kiss, Crowley's hands finding her sweatpants and pulling them down, Emma stepping out of them and gasping as Crowley's warm hands slid up her thighs.

She ripped the demon's shirt open, pushing it with his suit jacket and coat from his shoulders while he threw his tie over his head, revealing his bare, strong, toned chest and taught stomach. Crowley pulled Emma's tank top off, revealing her white lace bra and gorgeous soft pale skin, stomach flat and hips gorgeously curved. Crowley slid his hands up her body, gazing into her eyes before kissing her again.

He pulled down her panties and Emma stepped out of them, her hands working on the demon's belt, button and zip before he hoisted her up so she wrapped her legs around his waist, both of them sharing a deep, almost loving look before he lowered her onto his erection, Emma gasping and holding onto him all she could. He started to thrust, Emma gasping and biting her lip as she whimpered in his ear, burying her face in his shoulder. She'd been this way with someone before, some guy in Illinois when she went to stay with her friend for the spring break at college and she'd felt so dirty and slutty on that night, those feelings came rushing back and she tightened her grip on the demon, hands pushing against him.

"Crowley...stop..." She breathed, "Please..."

Crowley didn't and Emma panicked.

"Crowley! Just stop, please..." She cried, a tear rolling down her face, "Crowley!"

The demon stopped and looked at her, feeling his heart ache at the sight of tears in her eyes.

"Emma?"

"Put me down..." the girl said, trembling in his arms, "Please...just put me down..."

Crowley just stared at her and she bit her lip, more tears falling down her face as her eyes became frightened.

"Crowley...put me down..."

The demon did and she threw her clothes back on, Crowley covering himself up before sharing an awkward look with her, a goddamn awkward one at that and she looked to her hands.

"I'm sorry...it's not you, I swear..." She promised, "I just..."

"Emma..." Crowley whispered, going to take her arm but being shocked when she flinched, uttering an apology before running upstairs as fast as her legs could carry her.

She reached her room, locking the door knowing full well that it probably wouldn't make a difference and she sat on her bed, bursting into heavy sobs and covering her face, rocking on the spot as she did.

Crowley meanwhile put his hands up to support himself against the wall, feeling angry, but not at her. He felt angry at himself. He felt guilty for hurting Emma. He felt angry and disgusted at himself for thinking he could just kiss her once and then fuck her brains out. Now he understood how truly selfish he'd been and good God, how was he going to be able to face that poor girl the next time he saw her? He couldn't. He knew he couldn't, not yet anyway, so he left.

Emma awoke the next morning, sitting up when she knew something wasn't right. She raced downstairs, looking around everywhere.

"Crowley?"

There was no reply.

"Crowley...?"

Again there was no reply and Emma flew into a panic. She searched all over but just couldn't find Crowley anywhere. Feeling horribly guilty and saddened, and she rested against the hallway wall, sliding down and curling up to herself. She rested her head on her knees, feeling awful for what had happened the night before. She just hoped that her demon would come back to her.

-TBC-

Hmmm, how are Crowley and Emma going to cope around each other after this?

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