Jo groaned as Crowley rocked her gently, his chest was pressed against her back, his large cock deep inside of her the slow rocking of their bodies making the bed move. He had one arm under her neck, her hair cascading over his tattoos, the other arm was over her hip, his fingers gently massaging her clit as he rocked into her from behind. Jo went from groaning to gasping as he sped up his hips, her back arched away from him, her hips pressing closer into his pelvis. He started whispering in her ear as he sped up the movement of his fingers, "Are you going to cum, sweetheart? I want you to, I want you to shutter around me, feel you tighten until I can't hold back anymore." he bit gently on her neck and rubbed her clit just right, making him grin when he heard her breath catch and felt her body jerk against him. He groaned as she tightened around him perfectly, making him cum hard.

They lay there panting, nothing but the moonlight shining in from outside to illuminate them. It was so late it was early, and Crowley was determined to keep his promise to his new fiancee. This was only round two since they had went to bed hours earlier, but he figured in an hour or two they would have to get up to get ready to leave for their plane, but they would need a shower first, and he intended to make full use of it. For now they both slipped easily back to sleep.

5AM came quickly, they dragged themselves out of bed and into the shower, where Crowley made sure to keep his promise. As Jo was toweling her hair dry she smiled over at Crowley who was pulling on a pair of jeans, "You know I'm surprised I'm not walking bow-legged after last night," she grinned at him.

Crowley let out a snort of laughter, "Yee haw." he said in his most American accent.

Jo laughed, and shook her head. She hung the towel up and grabbed her own jeans to start dressing. By 6:30am they had eaten breakfast and had their bags ready to go by the door and now Jo was finding out how hard it was to leave a three year old behind.

Will was crying and holding onto Crowley tightly not wanting him to leave. Crowley was trying to convince the boy that it wouldn't be long before they were back, but he was still just a baby and he didn't want to be separated again. "I promise, next time we come to visit you will come back to America with us. But for now you need to finish up school for the year. It will just be one more month, I promise. As soon as school is done, we will come back for you." Crowley tried to reason with the small boy.

"No, now." replied Will into Crowley shirt.

Crowley sighed and looked up to his father for help. Roderick reached out to help pull Will away from Crowley, taking him into his own arms. The little boy resisted at first, then seemed to realize it was fruitless. He let go and instead buried himself against his Grandfather, still letting out small hiccups. There was a car horn heard outside, with a sigh Crowley pressed another kiss to the boys head before turning around to grab his bag.

Jo pressed her lips together for a moment, before she kissed the little boy as well then grabbed her bag to follow Crowley out the door. This was harder then she thought it would be, just the night before she had agreed to be this little boys Mother, now she was leaving him for a month. It was a crappy feeling, but they had to head back the US and Will needed to finish his school year out. Just a month she promised herself.

She and Crowley sat in the back of the cab silently for a few minutes once the car pulled away before Jo decided to speak, "So, that was incredibly difficult." she remarked sadly.

"It never gets easier." Crowley replied with a frown, "Should we have just brought him?" he asked more to himself then Jo.

"He needs to finish out his school year." Jo sighed, "He was excited about the things they were going to do this month, he shouldn't miss that." she reached out and gripped his hand with her own.

"I know. But it kills me to see him so upset."

"He's going to be upset when he comes with us as well. He'll be sad to leave his Grandfathers."

Crowley sighed but nodded his head in agreement.

When they finally arrived back in Nebraska it was 3 pm on Sunday. The jet lag and time changes made Jo's head hurt. Luckily Crowley seemed pretty used to it. He was able to drive them home easily, as Jo napped in the passengers seat.

When they made it to the penthouse they were both so worn out that they just collapsed on the couch to sit awhile. "Order in tonight?" asked Crowley.

"Yeah, pizza." said Jo. Crowley just nodded, but neither of them moved to order the food.

Jo let out a heavy sigh and pulled out her phone. She quickly sent a text off to her Mom letting her know they made it back, as well as one to Bobby. "That shouldn't have felt like it zapped all of my strength." she mumbled. Crowley gave a soft huff of laughter. When Jo's phone buzzed she moaned and lifted it to look at the screen, her Mother sent a message back saying she wanted to come to her place to see her, "Shit." grumbled Jo. She quickly typed a reply that she wasn't at her place. The next message asked when she thought she would be home. Jo sighed.

"What?" asked Crowley as he turned his head to look at her.

"She wants to know when I'll be home, so she can come see me." sighed Jo.

"You are home?" asked Crowley tiredly.

"She means my apartment." Jo raised an eyebrow at him.

"Oh. Right." he said. "I forgot you don't live here. You should live here."

Jo laughed, "I think we're doing shit backwards." groused Jo, "We're suppose to move in together, then get engaged."

"They can't tell us what to do." Crowley snarked.

Jo gave a snort of laughter. "I'm gonna have to tell my landlady I'm moving out. It's not like I have much there. I've brought practically everything here. I have a few more clothes and my plant, and my knifes. We have no use for any of my furniture, your stuff is all better then my crap."

"So lets go get the rest of your stuff." he replied, "Then you can be living in sin with me." he leaned over to kiss her.

Jo giggled into the kiss feeling more awake. "Well, how about I go to my place, pack what I want, meet my Mom for my lecture, then come back here where we can have pizza."

"I could go with you." he said, "Help you carry things."

Jo shook her head, "Naw, you stay here and unpack our bags. Or fall asleep, which is what you look like you need to do."

"Hey, I had a late night." he gave her a filthy smile.

Jo rolled her eyes, "Really? I slept all night. What did you do?"

"Oh you know, crocheted a new hat, played scrabble on-line. Nothing too exciting." he said sarcastically.

Jo laughed and kissed him again. She looked down at her engagement ring. "I'm not sure I should let Mom see this yet. I think maybe my parents should meet you first." she said suddenly serious.

Crowley nodded in agreement, "How about I hold it for you, luv. When you get home, I'll put it back on your finger where it belongs." He said as he pulled the ring off.

"Thank you," whispered Jo, she wrapped on arm around his neck and put her face to his chest, "Thank you for understanding."

Crowley pressed a kiss to her head, "Better go, darling. Before I decide to re-enact last night."

Jo pulled back and smiled at him, giving him a brief kiss before standing up. She stretched before sighing and moving towards the door. She picked up her purse and keys, "Love you." she called over her shoulder as she exited the door.

"Love you." answered Crowley as he smiled down at the engagement ring resting in his palm.

Jo let herself into her old studio apartment. She paused to look around and take note of what she needed to do. Tomorrow she would contact her landlady but for today she would just gather her possessions up. She had empty plastic containers from the last time she moved, and everything should fit in those. She didn't have much here, a lot of her childhood stuff was still at her families house. She began by taking her few pictures, knife shadow boxes, and art work off the walls. It only took 5 minutes and they only took up one container. She put a lid over the box and took it to her truck. She also took the few boxes that had loose knives in them and put those under her seat in the truck. She went back in and started putting what was left of her clothes and shoes into another container. She was almost done when she heard the knock on her door.

Jo walked the 10 steps to the door and opened it. Her mother was on the other side, looking like she always did in jeans and a work shirt with her hair around her shoulders.

"Hey mom, come on it." Jo let her in and closed the door behind her. Jo went back to putting clothes in the container.

Ellen looked around with a crease in her forehead, "What are you doing?"

"Ah, well. Crowley and I decided to move in together. I've been staying over there all the time anyway, so we figured, make it official. I don't even have much here, so I'm going to take everything over there once I'm done here and call the landlady tomorrow." Jo gave her a forced bright smile. She already knew Ellen wouldn't be happy.

Ellen just looked at her daughter with her mouth open in shock for a moment, then moved to sit on the bed where Jo was working. Ellen studied Jo as she continued to fold clothes and place it neatly into the container she was using. As she looked at her daughter she felt like she didn't know this young woman in front of her. It felt like yesterday she was a little girl, a little girl who always needed her Mommy. Now she and Joanna barely talked, and when they did there was so much tension. She thought she had done well as a Mother, teaching her, guiding her, but now there was a wedge between them that no matter how hard she fought, she couldn't bridge. Ellen looked around again, sitting on the bed next her was a purse, but it wasn't the one Jo had carried around for the last couple of years. This one was brand new, Ellen reached out to bring it closer, "Did you finally get a new purse?"

Jo looked up to see her Mom holding her new Louis Vuitton bag. "Ah, yeah I got that in London." replied Jo with a tight smile.

"Is this one of those knockoffs that's suppose to look like that famous designer?" Asked Ellen when she noticed the leather strip with gold stamped LV logo on it. She had never known her daughter to have any interest in such things.

"God, I hope not. If the people at the Louis Vuitton store in London are selling fakes I think they would have a lot of pissed off customers." Jo joked.

"Are you telling me this thing is real?" asked Ellen as she looked down at he bag. Now that she looked closer she could see even if it was a fake, it would be an expensive one.

Jo cleared her throat, "Yeah it is. I can't believe it is, but yup." Jo went back to the small closet to pull out her small amount of clothes that were hanging. Mostly coats and a couple dresses. She began to put those away as well.

"How did you get this? It must have cost a fortune." said Ellen in a worried voice.

Jo snorted, "You have no idea." she sighed and looked at her mom, "And Crowley got it for me. Not that I had much of a choice. When he gets his mind set of something he can be stubborn." Jo said with a small laugh.

"Joanna Beth, you shouldn't be letting some man buy you things. I can't even believe you ran off to some other country with him, now he's buying you a thousand dollar bag! Nothing is free Joanna, I know I taught you that." Ellen tossed the purse back on the bed and got up to pace the small room.

Jo rolled her eyes, "Yes you did teach me that. But you also taught me that relationships are about compromise and understanding. He is a ridiculous man, just like all of them are, and when he gets an idea in his head, sometimes as the sane one in the relationship, I just have to throw up my hands and let him have his fun. Just like you let Dad keep trying to build furniture, even though he has no skill, just like you let him try to fix stuff around the house, only to have to call a repair man anyway. Lord knows Crowley doesn't know squat about those things either, but he has no problem calling for someone else to do it. But what he does want, for some reason, is to blow his families money on buying me things he thinks I need. But because he's himself he thinks we should go to Louis Vuitton instead of Wal-Mart like a normal person. But I love him, so I just roll my eyes and let him be silly, to an extent anyway." Jo rolled her eyes.

Ellen swallowed at the soft look on her daughters face, how many times had she made that same face thinking about Bill. She blinked back her tears, "You love him, so soon?" she said softly.

Jo finished putting the last coat into the container and put its lid on. "It's fast, I know that. But, I'm not going to belittle his feelings or mine by denying that I love him." she said seriously. "I know you want to treat me like a child, you've been doing it for years. But I'm not a child. I'm a grown woman. I know our relationship has been rocky these last couple of years, but I do love you mom. We just need to get on the same page. I don't need you to be my protector, or my keeper, I just need you to trust that I can run my own life, and when I come to you in tears, I just want you to hug me, not tell me everything I've done wrong." Jo sat down on the bed looking exhausted.

Ellen furrowed her brow, "Are you talking about what happened with that Gordon guy?" she asked, "I thought you were over that. Is that why you have been acting so ridiculous lately?"

"Ridiculous?" Jo glared at her mom, "Are you kidding me? He broke up with me, all I wanted was for my Mom to hug me and tell me it was going to be ok. Instead what I got was lectured. I felt like you didn't even care about my feelings, all you cared about way saying I told you so and making me feel worse. You want to know why I don't tell you stuff? Right there. Take a look at how you treat me when you think you know better then me." Jo snapped out.

"I was trying to help you!" shouted Ellen, "All you do is make mistakes! You are so smart and you just threw it all away! For what, Joanna? You could have stayed in college and done something with your life, instead you work as a secretary at an old garage! You could have said yes when Martin Fine asked you out, he was perfect for you! Instead you go falling for men who will never want you for long! It's like you are trying to ruin your life! Now you have some man you picked up off the side of the road, who you won't introduce to anyone! I mean my god if he's throwing money away on purses and weekend trips to London of all places who knows what kind of shady character he is! How do you know he's not a drug dealer? Or worse?"

Jo looked at her mother with tears in her eyes, "That's what you think of me...well, at least I know. I'm so sorry to be such a disappointment to you." Jo rubbed her eyes, "I mean, I knew you didn't trust me or respect me, but I never thought you were so disappointed with everything I am. That you think I would be involved with someone and not know if he's a drug dealer." Jo let out a bitter laugh. "I was really hoping this would be the day we got past all of this, but instead it happens again. I open up to you, and you throw everything back in my face. Just like you always do." Jo picked up her container of clothes and walked towards the front door. She held it with one hand and opened the door, walking briskly to throw it in the back of the truck, she stalked back into the small studio and grabbed her house plant, then her purse. She sent one last glare at her mother, who had just been standing there watching her. Jo was actually surprised her mother hadn't kept yelling like she usually did. Jo walked out the door and to her truck and left, not even thinking about how her mother couldn't lock the place behind her, she just needed to leave.