Chapter Ten
"Whisper a dangerous secret to someone you care about. Now they have the power to destroy you, but they won't. This is what love is."
~Welcome to Night Vale
***HI! So I updated this chapter and just added a bit to the end so I could move on to chapter eleven. Anyways, I am so sorry for taking so long and I just want everyone to know that I am indeed still here and I haven't forgotten about you or Cupid's Swan Song! I actually have another story in the works that has been jumping around in my head that has to do with Balthazar! I also have a few drabbles I'll be posting having to do with the Dragon Age fandom if you happen to be into that as well! Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed/favorited/read Cupid's Swan Song!***
*Crowley's POV*
Crowley laid on his side, sweeping his eyes over Jewel's sleeping form; she was laying on her back with her long hair fanning out on the pillow and a slight snore sounding with each intake of breath. Crowley smiled softly as he really took in her visage in the gentle morning light. The light seemed to turn her chestnut brown hair into spun gold and her tanned skin looked supple and glowing. Crowley vaguely thought of how she reminded him of Sunna, the Norse personification of the sun. His decidedly romantic and whimsical train of thought made him furrow his brows and grumble in annoyance at his own ridiculous behavior, but for the moment he was just so tired of denying and pushing down his tenderness and feelings for this woman.
Crowley traced his finger across her rounded jawline and down her neck before running his fingertips over the exposed skin of her chest, causing her to stir and roll over on her side, facing away from him.
Seeing an opportunity, Crowley sidled in closer to Jewel so they were in a 'spooning' position and began to kiss and bite her neck and shoulder.
It took mere moments for Jewel to start to respond and instinctively grind her backside into his hips, causing him to suppress a groan. Turning over to face him, Jewel smiled wide and ran her hand down his face before resting her hand lightly on his chest, feeling the soft hair there.
"Good morning...I didn't think you'd still be here when I woke up..." Jewel said quietly, her nervousness evident in her tone and the intent stare at her hand on his chest; refusing to meet his eyes.
Chuckling darkly, Crowley smirked and rolled them over, so he was laying on top of her. Putting one hand on either side of her head, he leaned over her and grinned mischievously.
"Now why would I do that, Kitten? When I have so many ideas for you." Leaning down to kiss her, he bit her lip harder than usual before pulling away, amused by her sharp breath.
"Mmm, well as long as you stay." Jewel's eyes clouded a bit with lust, though the shyness was still there, and she quickly added,
"And maybe give me some more kisses like that." Jewel bit her lip in that insecure way of hers and it drove out any last rational part of his mind telling him to not put his hands and mouth on her and to not have anything to do with this apparently dangerous woman.
No, instead he met her lips in a heated kiss before lifting one of her legs over his hips and sliding into her gently.
After their morning romp, Crowley laid on his back with Jewel resting her head on the crook on his shoulder, her arm around his chest, and their legs intertwined. Crowley felt almost happy which scared the hell out of him and made him think of that wretched Cupid and his words, "she will bring you so much happiness."
Except he was a demon- the King of Hell, to be specific and happiness didn't seem to be one of the perks of the job. Crowley could feel his mood get darker and darker when Jewel looked up at him and kissed his neck, bringing him back to the present moment.
"So, Fergus, I want to know more about your mortal life. Care to elaborate?"
Looking down at Jewel's dark eyes and the playful look on her face made Crowley grin a bit and shake his head.
"Why of course, Lydia, your wish is my command. What would you like to know?"
"I'll let the name calling slide, my liege, tell me anything... You said you had made a deal...maybe you could tell me what your deal was for?"
Crowley remained silent for a few moments, debating on if he should divulge the truth or not.
"Well, Ducky, it was a very selfless deal on my part, I must say."
"Oh really? So what was it?"
"I wanted an extra three inches below the belt." He said simply and grinned wickedly at Jewel's scandalized expression.
"What. Are you kidding me? You sold your soul for a bigger penis? REALLY?"
"Hey! I wanted to hit double digits, Love. Need I mention that I haven't heard many complaints from you in that department so you're welcome."
Crowley rolled his eyes as Jewel tried and failed to tamp down her laughter.
"Oh wow. You-" She stops to laugh again before continuing, "You. I can't even believe that." Pausing, she looks at his bare chest and her gaze travels downwards to his hips covered by the white bed sheet before grinning devilishly at him.
"Well, you are right that I have nothing to complain about. Though I think I would have been quite satisfied sans the extra three inches, but what do I know? I'm just an innocent young woman whom you are corrupting." Jewel winks before going into another fit of giggles.
"Oi, my corrupting you is no laughing matter, Kitten. It's very serious business. I thought I had made myself clear on that matter?"
"Yeah, yeah, Fergus. I hear you. Now tell me about...hmm...tell me about what your mortal life was like?"
Crowley's thoughts travel back to his life in Scotland as a tailor and he feels himself tense and grimace. The couple sat in silence for a handful of minutes before Jewel spoke, her voice small and concerned.
"You don't have to tell me anything, that was probably way too personal. Sorry, I'll just-"
"Hush, Jewel. You babble quite a bit, you know that? I would tell you about my life as Fergus MacLeod from Canisbay, but there isn't much to tell. I had a younger sister who died a few weeks after she was born. My father was a miserable sodding bastard whose love for a pint for succeeded his love for his family. He ran out on my mum when I was just a lad. After that she tried to make enough money to support us by being the town's healer and witch. That's how I know how to work my own magic, from watching her. Not to mention, she would teach me a few things at night after she was done flogging me for looking like 'the bastard who left her'. When I was old enough to be out on my own, I became an apprentice to the local tailor who took pity on me and my mum. As I grew older, her beatings would become more severe until she died. I inherited the tailor shop not long after that when the old man died rather unexpectedly. Such a tragic and rather supernatural death, if I may add." Crowley grinned, obviously proud but quickly carried on when he saw Jewel's appalled look.
"I wasn't much different from my father, I spent most of my time at the pub and in the bed's of any woman who would have me until I managed to knock one up. I tried to get out of the marriage but it didn't work and I was stuck with her and my son. I stayed there with my family for a few years before doing the same as my own father and leaving. I moved to a new town, worked at a low-class tailor shop and eventually came across a gorgeous women in the pub one night who I drunkenly told my desire for a double digit phallus before she took me to bed and a week later, I was taken by the hounds, thus ends the heartwarming story of Fergus MacLeod and begins the tale of Crowley. Fast forward a few hundred years and here we are."
Silence lingered as Jewel stayed stock still.
"...You killed people while you were still human?" Jewel's voice is barely a whisper and Crowley could see her hands shaking a tiny bit. Not standing the mixture of hesitancy, sadness, and shock, Crowley pulls Jewel closer to him and pulls her on top of him before cradling her face in his hands, looking her into the eyes.
"Kitten, I never told you I was an angel, did I? I've always been a wicked man who is just very, very bad news for the likes of you." Fingering a stray wave hanging by her face, he tugged on it playfully.
"Unfortunately for you, my Jewel, I find you and your 'wholesomeness' more intoxicating than any substance I've ever tried. I fear I must continue corrupting you."
Crowley tried to control the mild panic coursing through his system as he studied Jewel's soft features and let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding when she ran her thumb over his cheekbone and over his bottom lip. Crowley nipped at her finger and she smiled and that smile made him feel better than anything he could remember in hundreds of years.
"You want to hear a confession?" Jewel said, her voice low as she watched her fingers trace over his chest.
"Ooo, sounds naughty. Do tell." Crowley said, regaining some of his bravado.
"Hearing that story, I should be revolted, scared and shocked that you killed someone while you were still human. And I am all those things...but, the feeling that dominates is how much I'd like to smack your mother for hurting you and your dad for leaving and every woman who has ever laid a finger on you because...well. Because as your pet, that is my job, dammit."
Crowley couldn't help but grin as a laugh bubbled out of him.
"Oh really, Kitten? You want to stake your claim on me? Are you jealous of those women?"
Jewel glared at him and his amusement grew at the unlikely turn of events.
"I hate you." She grumbled, swatting his hand away from him.
"I'm sure you do, Ducky. That's why you want to slap those women. Because you hate me so much."
Jewel's scowl deepened but Crowley held her stare with his own sardonic gaze. Finally Jewel broke the stare and shook her head before rolling off of him.
Sitting up, Crowley cracks his neck before standing up and with a snap of his fingers, his clothes appear.
"Now, Ducky, do you think you could accompany me back to chateau Crowley? I can't have you playing detective with the Winchesters. They seem to have a habit of using people and leaving them bloody." There was a brief moment of silence but Crowley refused to say anything more, he already felt more exposed than he could remember being in hundreds of years, perhaps forever and he wasn't quite sure just how he felt about that or the events of the past 24-hours and their future implications. He was snapped out of the reverie when Jewel finally answered.
"Yes I suppose I will come back to 'chateau Crowley'. Especially since I doubt the Winchesters want me helping them out, considering the whole demon thing."
Crowley grinned and chuckled as he turned and was graced with a view of Jewel's naked form as she looked for her discarded clothes.
"As much as I enjoy the view, Kitten, let me help you with that." Jewel straightened up to look over at him when he snapped his fingers once more, her clothes covering her skin.
"You couldn't have done that five minutes ago?"
"'Fraid not. Must have slipped my mind. Now, let's go."
Crowley sees her open her mouth to protest when he grabbed her arm and took them back to his Californian home.
*Jewel's POV*
Not a moment after arriving at Crowley's abode, was Crowley issuing orders to various demons and ushering Jewel into his study. Sliding the doors shut with a flick of his wrist, Crowley turns the television on and none other than Dick Roman's face fills the screen. Revulsion fills her and that feeling must have been shared by Crowley as the television began to spark while Crowley grumbled under his breath.
"Sodding Dick Roman and his band of parasites."
Jewel sat in one of the plush chairs in front of the fire and watched as the King shuffled some papers around on his desk before catching his eye. He gave her one of his devilish grins and she couldn't help the flutter she felt in the pit of her stomach.
As if reading her mind, Crowley's grin got wider before crossing around the desk and handing her a paper.
"What's this?" Jewel asks, glancing down at the old paper, covered in Latin.
"That, my love, is a spell to bind you to me. I will leave you the option of it or not, though I highly recommend it considering your remarkable ability to get into unsavory situations."
"...Bind me to you? How?"
Crowley glanced down at her with an exasperated look, as if he was trying to explain something to a three year old.
"It's a spell. It will use a bit of your blood. That way I can be aware of your whereabouts and make sure you're okay."
Jewel stayed silent, not liking this option very much.
"No? Alright then, we'll do without. Are you ready, Ducky?"
"Uh, ready for what?"
"We're going to hell."