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.

A/N: OMG I'm so sorry for a lack in updates for 13 days! I've been so tired and busy! My brain is like about to explode, but anyway, off to an amusement park today so I thought I'd leave you this lovely chapter! Please review!

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Love Works in Mysterious Ways

~Chapter Ten~

"Since when did you become a fan of cuddling?" Emma asked as Crowley held her close in his embrace, stroking her thigh softly as she held his hand.

They were laying as they usually did when they were going to sleep, Crowley on Emma's left, but laying behind her, winding himself around her as though to shield her. It had become so comfortable, and so nice to just lay there with the woman he loved, to feel her breathing and to watch her sleep, which seemed a little creepy but she looked so beautiful like that. She was at peace most when she was with him and that made him feel more special than he ever had.

"Since I held you for the first time." The demon whispered softly, "Since we first made love."

"I love it when you call it 'making love'...and not just 'sex'." Emma replied quietly, "It shows me that you appreciate our intimacy and that you treasure it."

"You make me sound better than I am." Crowley told her, watching her turn onto her back with a look of disbelief on her face.

That same confused look where her eyebrows knotted to form a small crinkle above her nose was one of those expressions that Crowley adored. He just adored everything about Emma. She brought out a side of him that he himself didn't know existed, and he was so grateful to her. Because he allowed himself to love, and allowed her to bring out new feelings, it meant that he could experience new things for the first time, or relive old experiences. Sex was one thing, but making love was something entirely different, in the sense of how you connected to your partner emotionally and spiritually. Crowley now understood the difference and the way he and Emma connected during that intimate time they had together was incredible, and something he didn't want to give up.

It was a warm, sunny afternoon, but Emma had come down with a migraine and had needed to sleep. Crowley had stayed with her and given her as much love and care as he could. Emma had slept in his arms for two hours, and when she'd finally woken up, she felt a million times better.

"What are you talking about?" She whispered, dumbfounded, "You're wonderful. Don't ever let anyone make you think otherwise. Got it?"

"Yeah." Crowley replied, kissing her lips tenderly, "Got it."

"You're so, so cuddly." Emma chuckled as she rolled back over, making her lover laugh too, "So comfortable. I could just stay like this for the rest of the day."

Crowley grinned, settling right down with her and pulling her as close as possible. Her small baby blue t-shirt had rolled up slightly so Crowley took the advantage to rubbing her belly softly. It often relaxed her. She wore tight grey shorts that still rode up her legs slightly, so again, Crowley took the opportunity to massage her thigh as she draped her leg behind her and over his hip.

"Why don't we stay here?" Crowley suggested, gently pressing his lips to her temple, "Because I'm comfortable too...and I don't feel like getting up again."

Emma grinned at him softly, closing her eyes as he kissed her softly again.

"Me neither."

Crowley tenderly kissed Emma's jaw, resting his face close to hers as he slid inside her body, her pleasured sounds making him even harder than he already was as he slowly began to move with her.

She moaned quietly as she rested her hands on his face, breathing heavily as they moved together languidly, like they had all the time in the world. Despite it being summer, the evening air grew cooler, and Emma was starting to get cold. He could tell by the goosebumps all over her skin, so he carefully pulled the covers around them, feeling the warmth spread over them immediately.

The moment was so intimate, and both Emma and Crowley felt overwhelmed slightly by it, but as they shared a deep kiss and continued to move together, they took the time to look at one another. Emma got so lost in those eyes, when they grew dark and lustful, cloaked in a near blackness that made her realise how much he needed and wanted her. Hers weren't unlike that, though. Crowley leaned down and pressed his lips to her in another deep kiss, hearing her moan into it as he moved deeper inside her.

"God, baby..." She breathed, "Hit me there again and I ain't gonna last..."

"Where?" Crowley asked with a devious smile, "Here?"

The sound she made and the way she arched just sent shivers down his spine as he gripped her hips and felt her muscles quiver around him. He leaned in to kiss and suck at her neck, nipping it and drawing the blood to the surface and earning a drawn out groan from her. She gripped his arms, pulling him down so he could hold her before she rolled them over, pinning his hands down.

"I love it when you take control." He told her, "It's a real turn on."

"Yeah?" She breathed, straightening herself up to give him a view of her whole body as she slowed her movements right down, running her hands down his chest, moaning as she felt him even deeper inside of her.

Laying down, she pressed all of her body against his, kissing him gently before paying attention to his neck and jaw. He ran his hands all over her as she moved her hips against his, squeezing her body whenever she made shivers of pleasure shoot through him. When they reached their climax, they settled down together, Emma on top of Crowley, both kissing lazily as they cuddled just for a few moments before Emma rested beside him, shivering slightly from the cold that hit her body. So, Crowley covered her with the sheets, pulling her closer to cuddle her.

"Perfect." Emma breathed, "Every time."

Crowley chuckled quietly, taking her hand and kissing it as she stroked her fingers delicately along his cheek. She hummed and pressed their lips together, laughing as he growled into her neck.

But the sound of footsteps ascending stairs snapped the two of them out of their day dream, and Crowley instinctively pulled Emma closer to protect her from whatever was about to make an appearance through the bedroom door.

-TBC-

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