"Crowley love please say something, but you're starting to make me nervous now."
He kisses her passionately, tears silently fall down his cheeks, as she brushes her thumbs over his cheeks as she puts her hands on his face to deepen the kiss, she pulls away suddenly as she feels the Moisture against her skin.
"My Lover?" She looks deep into his eyes, confused as she continues to try to gauge his reactions.
"What's wrong my Love? Are you not happy? I know it's not perfect timing..."
He brushes his finger against her lips to silence her nervous rant.
"Happy doesn't even come close to what I'm feeling little wife..."
Charlotte tenses she hadn't considered a negative reaction from her husband, her stomach knots. She knew they'd never really discussed the matter but she always assumed one day he would have wanted a heir. But maybe she was wrong. Her eyes widen as she continues to watch him waiting for the blow to her heart to land.
"Nervous...fear...and useless because I'm trapped here with those idiots and can't protect you... But I also feel such love for you Charlotte, and now I know your are carrying my child. If possible I love you more!... So if anything is wrong my love it's that you are both my strength and my weakness. I don't what I'd do If anything happened to you..." He places a tentative hand against her stomach. "Either of you... I'd rip apart worlds to protect you, but right now... I can't even save you from some jumped up wannabe Queen and her little minions... And that infuriates me... I need to get out of here...but until I can... I need you safe from harm... And I fear I have to deal with the denim clad morons to make that happen!"
Her relief flooded over her features. At least he was pleased about the pregnancy.
"So I'm guessing I need to lift the incantation now then?"
Yes my little wife but leave them to me. I'll make sure your safe I promise."
With a final kiss on his lips she waved her hand and the soundproofing vanished.
"I know you're listening Dean... So go and fetch Moose...we have things to discuss"
The two Winchester brothers enter the room, Dean eyes the broken devils trap and then moves his gaze to the dark beauty now draped over the back of Crowley's chair.
Crowley smirks at Dean's obvious appreciative looks at Charlotte.
"If you could stop drooling over my wife for two minutes... We have a knight of hell to destroy!"
Dean's eyes snaps to Crowley having been caught out. Sam rolls his eyes at his brother.
"What she's hot!" Dean shrugs as if that's reason enough.
"Yes she is! She also my Queen so stop trying to eye fuck her because you wouldn't even being to know how to handle her!...anyway back to the point. You want Abbadon and we will help you get her but..."
"You have conditions right?" Sam questions.
"Of course" Crowley smiles. "First my wife comes under your protection while ever we are helping you! And secondly I need more freedom in this place... A little bit of trust goes both ways guys" leaning his head on his hand as he leans back in his chair, and Charlotte caresses his shoulder.
"So do we have a deal?"
The brothers look at each other and clearly reach and unspoken decision.
"Fine...we have a deal."
Sam walks over to Crowley and unlocks the chains binding him. He rolls his neck to relieve the tension before standing and holding out his hand to Charlotte. Who quickly grasps it and tucks herself to his side. She been parted from him too long and she had no intention of leaving him again so soon.
They are escorted to one of the spare rooms by the Winchesters as soon as Charlotte entered the room Crowley followed behind her. Dean looked like he was going to say something to Crowley but he smirks and shuts the door in his face.
He hears Dean shouting through the door at Sam.
"Great! I can't believe that son a of bitch is going to get laid in our bloody bunker!"
He can't help but laugh at the Winchesters obvious awkwardness at the situation. Turning to his wife he pulls her close to him inhaling her sweet scent again. Running his hands over her face he heals her bruises before healing the ones on her sides.
"There that's much better"
She kisses him softly, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I've missed you so much my Husband"
"Not as much as I've missed my wife"
he shrugs off his jacket and casts it to the side. Removing his tie and throwing it to join his jacket.
Sauntering over to Charlotte he kisses her neck as he moves behind her and deftly unzips the back of her dress and pushes the fabric from her body to the ground. Leading her over to the bed he lays her down. Crawling over her, he kisses her passionately, their tongues dance as their hips press together. Grinding and moaning into the slow kisses. Taking their time to rediscover each other. Charlotte runs her hands over his shirt covered back pulling at the fabric. Moving her hands to his neck she slowly and carefully unbuttons his shirt and Crowley removes the shirt quickly before finding her mouth again with his, he then trails his fingers over the curves of her breasts. She moans softly as he nibbles at her bottom lip.
"You're so beautiful my little wife"
Lifting her to him he unclasps her bra and slings it to the floor. Groaning at the sight of her bare breasts. He mouths them before licking and sucking her nipples each in turn. Charlotte's arousal sparks and so grinds against his thigh gaining some much desired fiction.
She wants to be completely wrapped and devoured by him.
"I need you my love"
"I know...but I want to take my time with you tonight"
Brushing his fingers against the lace of her underwear, teasing her clit through the fabric. Circling slowly feeling the fabric becoming damp.
"I love to feel you getting wet for me Charlotte"
Moving the fabric to the side he slips his fingers into her now slick folds. Thrusting two fingers into her entrance and curling them to position them against her g spot, before slowly teasing against it.
Charlotte bites her lips to mute the sounds come from her. But he is not having any of that and kisses her pulling her bottom lip away from her teeth.
"Oh no you don't little wife, I've been dreaming about the sounds you make when you're with me... So don't you dare stop yourself... I need to hear you"
As her stomach beings to coil she whimpers out his name. Keeping his ministrations slow he presses his thumb against her clit stroking it in time with the thrusts of his fingers.
"I'm close lover"
He trails his tongue down her neck, tasting her skin and savouring every movement of her body. Planting open mouthed kisses at her pulse point before looking deep in her eyes.
"I want to watch you cum for me my Queen"
A few more movements of his clever fingers Charlotte breaks apart chanting his name, he has never seen anything more erotic and beautiful in his life. He wants to worship her like the goddess she is. She is his Queen and will treat her as such. He feels the need to pamper and spoil her. for god knows what nightmares she's had to suffer at Abaddon's henchmen's hands. He didn't want to think of anyone hurting her, especially now she was here safe in his arms again. He would make them all pay he would make sure of it, but right now he needed her.
Removing their remaining clothing with a thought he embraces his wife. Leaning on his forearms he enjoys lazy wet kisses, as she wraps her arms and legs around him. Feeling complete surrounded by her. This is what he needs. Her taste, her smell her voice...just her. As terrifying as these feelings were to him with Charlotte it just feels right.
Gliding his hardened member into her hot wet heat. They both felt they were finally home.
Rocking together in slow but deep thrusts, and it's not long before Charlotte is mewing against his neck, and dragging her nails down his back.
Charlotte lips drip his name like a mantra, her hot breath against his skin. In a few more thrusts her body convulses gripping him tighter to her, pulling him deep inside as she cums hard over him. He cries out at the pleasure of her clamping around him and follows her over the edge.
Keeping her close to him he pulls out of her sex and rolls so she lying on his chest. Caressing her side and placing a soft kiss on top of her head, he knew as along as he has her by his side. He could do anything.
