A/N: I'm sorry that I've been taking a lot longer to update lately. :( I'm trying to take my time and not rush these chapters so I can give you guys the best quality I can. The farther into the story I've gotten, the more meticulous I've become as the plot thickens. I don't want to abuse certain aspects of the story. If you notice that I am, please feel free to let me know! So, here's a somewhat fluffy Scarlett/Crowley chapter. Trust me when I say this relationship is going to be a rocky one at times. (Especially as it continues to grow.) It's not always going to be clear skies and rainbows, there will be some storms as well.

The next chapter is mostly finished. Originally it was going to be Chapter 13, but I changed my mind and wrote this! We will be getting back to more of the season 8 plot line, and I will be posting it soon. (I rewrote it like three times. Lets hope I don't feel the urge to start over again. XD)

*Thank you to everyone who follows, comments on, and favorites this story! It's much appreciated!"

Chapter 13: Perfect Sonnet

Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers,

And laid entwined together on a bed of clover.

Left there to sleep.

Left there to dream of their happiness.

-Bright Eyes

I sat crosslegged beneath one of the ladders in the library, reading through the description of a novel in my hands, but I found it hard to stay concentrated as the events from the last few days replayed in my mind. Skin on skin, rubbing and coiling together in the heat of passion. Nights filled with lustful desire and the hushed whispers of two bodies entangled as one. The King of Hell and I had ended up in each others arms every night since our first erotic interaction, and I managed to hopelessly lose myself in each caress and sensual stare he gave me. Like any little effort I had previously given to resist him had completely evaporated like a quick summers rain.

My emotions for him irrevocable.

With a sigh, I pushed myself off the floor in search of some better reading material. I ventured further into the library than usual, and wandered up to a random section of books. My eyes ran over the many shelves, until one book in particular caught my eye. You could tell it was handled more than the others. A line that cut through the thick coat of dust accumulating the shelve indicated that much. I grabbed it, and there was a moment of confusion as I looked over the title- Nephilim, Cambion, and the Like. My heartbeat escalated as I stared at the tattered leather binding. 'The like' must apply to me. I thought as I opened the pages, thumbing through the novel until I came upon a chapter that stood out to me. I read through the chapter with incredible speed, trying to find an excerpt that applied to me.

"Nope. Nope." I murmured as I flipped the page. "Wendigo-human hybrid. Vampire-werewolf hybrid…. Succubi/Incubi-human hybrid." I paused as I saw the words I had been searching for scrawled across the page.

'Succubi/Incubi-human hybrid: Extremely rare.

Capabilities: In their human form, they have immunity towards manmade weaponry, and supernatural concealment. They can exhibit powers under a large amount of stress. (Emotional, physical, and mental.) Including, and not limited to, telekinesis, super strength, pyrokinesis, and teleportation. Capabilities at full power unknown.

Heritage: Angel, demon, and human.

Population: Unknown.

This particular form of hybrid is one of the more elusive, and the exact number to have existed is unknown. Very few, if any, have reached full maturity. So their abilities, other than those in their most human state, are also unknown. They can display certain, more powerful, abilities when in distress. Unlike Cambion and Nephilim, these beings don't exhibit their power from birth. They are outcasts of Heaven and hunted by angels due to their potential to cause mass destruction. They are coveted by demons for that same potential. It is also believed once at full-power they immediately become immortal, and tend to exhibit the behavior of their demon ancestor. This cannot be proven, however. Mostly due to the fact it is simply word of mouth and no subject has ever been tested at length.

There are two ways to draw out this hybrid's power. The most well-known method being an obscure summoning ritual. For this to work you must have the Succubi/Incubi (see page 1057) parent in order to perform this particular ritual, as their blood will be needed as an ingredient. Otherwise, the offspring can obtain their powers of their own accord, which proves more difficult being that they are using sheer willpower. None of these steps have been accomplished, seeing as the angels have been able to snuff out most of these hybrids. The aftermath of this hybrid gaining it's powers is disputed.'

I tore through the book, hoping to find out more information on the page mentioned. Letting out a breath I had been holding in as I found what I was searching for.

'Succubi and Incubi: Rare.

Capabilities: Possession, telekinesis, manipulation of reality, mimicry, teleportation, etc.

Heritage: Angel and demon.

Population: Unknown.

Two of the most feared hybrids for their ruthless behaviors and powerful ancestry. Also known as 'orange-eyed' demons. They posses living hosts in order to procreate, leading to a Succubi/Incubi-human hybrid (see page 598.) Not much is known about these demons, considering they never stay in one place for too long after accomplishing their mission. Only returning if their offspring has survived to maturity. Which has yet to happen due to celestial intervention. These creatures are legend even amongst demons. Charged by Lucifer to create chaos and destruction through the reproduction of even more powerful descendants. This agenda has yet to come to fruition, however.'

I snapped the book shut, putting it back in place, and I cursed as my breathing became shaky. By now I had come to accept who I was, and I couldn't understand why I felt so worked up over reading a couple paragraphs about my heritage. There was no changing the fact that I wasn't completely human. All the hoping in the world couldn't fix this mess I found myself in the middle of. I shook my head in an effort to put the information out of my mind, but the thought of my powers continued to linger.

There was suddenly a hand on my shoulder, and I turned on my heel to find Crowley standing behind me.

"Hello, darling."

I brought a hand to my chest in an effort to slow my breathing. "You scared me."

"All in a days work." He said as a familiar flicker of mischief darted through his eyes. "But that's not why I'm here."

I rose my brows expectantly.

"We're taking the evening off." He extended his arm to me. "How does that sound?"

I was surprised by this unexpected change. Lately he seemed even more preoccupied with the tablets than usual.

"Really? Are you sure? You've seemed…" I searched for the right word. "Busy."

"Which is exactly why I need a break, and so do you. I'm sure you're itching to get some fresh air."

I jumped at the mention of 'fresh air.' "We're leaving Hell?"

"Only for a few hours. Long enough to stretch our wings." He looked at his arm and back to me. "So, are you coming?"

"Hell yes!" I exclaimed.

We were transported to deserted alley, and I clung tightly to his arm as he led me towards a crowded sidewalk. I could tell we were in a large city, but I knew it wasn't anywhere in America. Mostly because the cars were driving on the left side of the road instead of the right. My eyes scanned the tops of the buildings until I caught sight of a Union Jack flying proudly from a flagpole.

England? Why would he bring me here?

He made a turn, and suddenly we were standing in front of a bustling pub. Patrons packed the courtyard, spilling in and out of the building like bees to a hive. The sound of voices filled the evening air as we shouldered our way to the entrance, and I was overwhelmed by the amount of British accents surrounding me. Everyone was dressed to the nines, and I was amazed by how put together they all were. I was surrounded by a sea of sports coats and dress pants.

Inside, the noise was even louder. The walls were a dark wood, and the lights were dim. There was a staircase by the entryway, a sign said it led to an upstairs restaurant, but we took a left, where a fully packed bar sat waiting. Bartenders ran around the taps like chickens with their heads cut off, and Crowley and I found ourselves a place amongst the unorganized line. Small, circular tables were spread around the room, making it feel even more confined, and people sat chatting happily over beer.

"Where are we?" I finally asked, leaning in close to him because of the high volume level.

"London, darling."

"L-London?" I gaped up at him.

"Of course." He rose his brows. "What? Not your cup of tea?"

I shuffled anxiously as I looked around the room. "No, it's not that. I've just never been out of the country before."

He pressed his hand against my lower back, bringing me closer to him. "Get used to it, love. Stick with me, and I'll take you anywhere. Whenever."

It was finally our turn to order, and we stepped up to the gleaming countertop of the bar. The smell of beer filled my lungs as I looked over my options. Maybe I should get some London Pride? No, that might be too cliche of me. I thought to myself as the bartender approached, her short hair wavy, and brown eyes locked on the two of us. Or Speckled Hen?

"What are you having?" She asked, raising her brows.

"I'll have a pint of tonight's special." Crowley said.

She looked at me expectantly.

"Me too."

I watched as she poured our drinks, and I admired the fluffy, white head of the beer as she sat them in front of us.

"It'll be ten pounds."

Crowley handed her the money, and I quickly thanked her as we made our way back out to the courtyard. We took a seat at one of the many picnic tables, and ended up sitting beside a group of friends, two men and two women. One of the men was cooly smoking a cigarette between sips of his lager, and the other was chatting up the girls with a charming smile. It was pretty obvious that they weren't too interested in the conversation, though.

"Cheers." Crowley lifted his glass to me, and our drinks connected with a high-pitched clink.

I tipped back my glass, and closed my eyes with satisfaction as the foam slid down my throat.

"This is great." I stared at the amber liquid with awe.

"World-class."

I took another swig.

"Woah, woah, woah." He chuckled as I sat the glass down, the beer half gone. "Hold your horses. They won't be running out of alcohol any time soon. I assure you."

"What? Afraid you can't keep up?" I teased.

The King of Hell lifted his glass, and downed his drink in one go.

A self-satisfied look came over his features. "Of course not." He got up as I finished off my own. "I'll go get us another round."

When he returned, he had not one, but two pints for each of us. He carried one in both hands, and the remaining pair were locked expertly within the crook of his arms. A young man bumped into him, and some of the beer spilled down Crowley's perfectly tailored coat. I covered my mouth, attempting not to laugh at the murderous expression making it's way across his face. I coughed as he settled back down in front of me.

His eyes were still glued to the unfortunate recipient of his anger, and the slight flick of his wrist didn't escape my notice. The man tripped over himself, and fell face first to the ground, his head smacking loudly against the pavement. Some people laughed, while others ignored the man who was now rubbing his head, but I gave Crowley a knowing look. The demon king brought his attention back to me.

"What?" He shrugged his shoulders, and in the process the stain on his coat disappeared.

"You're ridiculous."

"What's ridiculous is the lack of respect I receive from these morons."

I rolled my eyes with a smile.

He took a sip of his beer. "You should do that more often."

"Do what?" I asked in confusion.

"Smile." He stated simply, dusting off his sleeve and adjusting his cufflinks. "I don't think I've seen you smile more than five times since we first met."

I lowered my gaze in embarrassment. "Oh, because you smile so much?"

"All the time."

I pursed my lips skeptically. "A smirk doesn't count. They're not the same thing."

He scoffed. "I can smile."

"Sure you can."

"I can." He insisted, and I almost choked on my beer as he forced the weirdest, teeth-showing smile. "See?"

It took a lot of effort for me to swallow, and when I did I burst out laughing, my eyes watering.

He frowned, his thick brows furrowing in irritation. "Scarlett?"

"That was bad." I managed to say between snickers. "Really, bad. You should stick to smirking. It suits you."

His features softened, and a genuine smile came over him. "Alright, darling. If you insist."

We sat talking about the latest issues going on in Hell, and he gave me a quick update on the tablets. He made it seem like everything was under control on his end, but he didn't fool me. I could see the paranoid look in his smoldering eyes, and the downward tug of his lips as he spoke. The boys were obviously making progress with Kevin, and it worried him. It was strange to see him with his guard down, but it made me happy to know he let it down around me, even just a little.

That was enough for me.

"Is that who I think it is?" A woman's voice called out excitedly from behind me, and I turned to see a vivacious blonde making her way over to us. She was scantily clad in a revealing top. Her breasts seemed to be practically falling out of the cloth, and, despite the cold, a pair of Daisy Duke shorts graced her hips. Her stilettos clacked mercilessly against the cobblestone, and I stiffened as she came closer.

"Hello, Janessa."

"Oh, Mr. Crowley." She purred as she leaned down in front of him. "It's been ages."

"Practically."

"Why haven't you been coming around? I've missed you." She whined, leaning in closer, and grabbing hold of his tie. "You should come by my place for a little fun. It's been too long."

I could feel my blood begin to boil as she eyed him suggestively, and I held my breath in anticipation. I knew he wasn't bound to me in any way, and that I was probably nothing more than a casual fling to him, but the way I felt about him was enough to make my heart throb in reaction to her words. Truth be told, I wanted to punch her in the face and tell her to back off. It was pretty clear that we were here together, yet she was still brazen enough to come onto him. My mind was racing. Afraid that he would take her offer when all I really wanted was to have him to myself.

That would be asking a lot of a demon.

Suddenly, one of the beer glasses flung towards her, and I gasped in shock. It came extremely close to hitting her face, and I couldn't help the smug look that came over me as she yelped in disgust. She was covered in a layer of beer that dripped down her clothes and splattered over her face and chest. I hid my sneer by taking a drink from my own glass, pretending not to notice the scene playing out before me. Deep down I knew I had caused it. I could feel it, and my thoughts drifted back to the book I had read.

"I'm sorry, darling," Crowley pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, wiping away a speck of beer that had landed on his cheek. "But I have my hands full with this one."

I glanced up to find Crowley staring at me with a more amused look than usual. My cheeks turned bright red, and I averted my gaze. He knew. He most definitely knew.

The sun was setting behind the towering silhouette of the Houses of Parliament. It's fiery, orange hue ricocheting across the muddy water of the Thames. One by one the lampposts dotted along the riverside began to glow, illuminating the sidewalk and the faces of those passing by. In this spot, everything seemed calm, even though the city was bustling with activity, and I found myself being lost in the beauty of it all. Unbeknownst to myself, I had stopped walking, and Crowley stood quietly by my side. My eyes remained fixated on the sight before me, but I could feel his hazel ones boring into me.

A soft wind blew, tugging at the long strands of my hair, as though attempting to pull me further into the city.

"The view's beautiful." I whispered to myself.

Crowley wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "It is."

I looked up to find him staring intently down at me, a gentle smirk curling his lips. My breath caught in my throat at how intense the emotions playing in his eyes seemed to be, and my heart threatened to burst from my chest. I couldn't get over how every little thing he said or did lately sent me into a fit of nervousness. Like I was some hormonal schoolgirl on her very first date. It was pathetic of me really, but I was so elated to finally feel like I belonged somewhere. Even if my happiness had blossomed from companionship with a demon.

We slowly began walking down the path, his arm still secured around me. The air was growing colder as the sun continued to sink bellow the horizon, but the warmth of him was more than enough to send any chill away. In this moment I realized that I would never willingly leave his side again. My heart was invested in him to the point where the thought of accepting my abilities didn't seem so terrifying. I would do anything if it meant we could remain this way. The feelings that washed over me in his presence were enough to drive out any lingering doubt that occupied my mind.

Even hunters are helpless to the whim of their own hearts.

"Crowley." We stopped beneath one of the lampposts, it's harsh white light making our faces appear otherworldly.

He arched a brow as we faced each other. "What is it, love?"

"I-" I couldn't get the words out. "Thank you. For everything you've done for me."

"I haven't done anything." He assured as he tenderly lifted my chin. "If anything, I've brought you more harm than good."

I smiled up at him. "Being with you is worth the trouble, and besides, you kept your promise. I've never felt alone when I'm with you."

"You're too forgiving of me, darling." He let out a sigh as he caressed the length of my jaw. "I can hardly believe you're the same woman who tried to kill me in a back alley."

"Is that a bad thing?" I tilted my head to the side as I held his gaze.

"Not at all. I didn't think it was possible for you to become more charming, but, oh, have you surpasses my expectations."

"Me? Charming? Are you sure we're thinking of the same person?"

"We are." He gave a faint chuckle. "I don't know many women who would spill a beer on someone out of sheer jealousy."

"I don't know what you're talking about." I slid my hand into his as I gazed innocently up at him. "I didn't do anything."

He tucked my hair behind my ear. "I don't believe you."

"I guess we'll never know, will we?"

"I suppose not."

Our lips came together, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, moaning slightly as the kiss deepened. I shivered as he brought a hand to the back of my neck, my body begging for more as his mouth moved desperately against mine. Yes, the King of Hell had sunk his teeth into me, body and soul. And I was more than happy to remain there.

I was breathless as we pulled away from each other.

"Darling," He ran his fingers across my lips seductively. "You don't have to be jealous. The outcome would be the same in any scenario."

"Do tell." I murmured, my lips excruciating close to his.

"If given the choice. I'd chose you over anyone."