Sarah barely noticed the roughness of the brick wall she was pinned against, nor anything else around her. It was just her and Crowley. The unnatural warmth of his body against hers in the crisp midnight air, the sensation of his inhuman strength amazed her as he pushed against her with such need it drove her breath from her, only for her to reply with equal passion. Which surprised Crowley, he all but expected her to fight him off disgusted, like so many others.
Crowley pulled back a moment they both gasped for breath, he said nothing and just looked at her, his hands travelling down to hold her waist gently. Sarah bit her lip and dared to grip the length of his tie to pull him in again. Crowley's mouth quirked up into a smile, he raised an eyebrow at her in surprise at her loss of inhibition and obliged.
He was gentler this time, bringing one hand up to caress the back of her neck while keeping the other at her hip to pull her against him. He slid his tongue across her lips and gradually began to coax her mouth open, giving his tongue access to hers. Sarah moaned softly into him when their tongues met. The taste of Craig along with his own natural taste and the musky smell of his cologne was so intoxicating.
There they stayed kissing and caressing, seemingly for both an age and the shortest of moments at the same time, because all too soon Crowley stopped. He pulled back and fixed on her with his intense dark stare boring into her very soul.
"Is this really what you want?" Sarah paused a moment, not sure what he was asking and taken slightly aback by the quick change in demeanour. "Because if we do this." He stressed the 'if'. "Understand that you will have to be mine completely. Entirely." His gaze still burned into her, his hands subconsciously gripped her tighter to him. Crowley had never shown such possessiveness before, but then, he had always kept so much hidden.
Sarah nodded. This was what she wanted, she knew that. He still didn't look convinced. She wasn't surprised, over the hundreds of years of Crowley's existence, Sarah couldn't imagine how many times he may have been betrayed. She lifted a hand to grip at one of his lapels. "Crowley. I know you don't trust anyone, I know you can't. But please know I have been yours this entire time. You can trust me..." She paused as she came to a realisation. "As I trust you."
Crowley froze. Her words piercing through him. His eyes still stared intensely but he found he could not form words. She said she was 'his' and she trusted him. What did that even mean?
It was true, she did, and perhaps that made her foolish- trusting a demon, perhaps she was only falling for the darkness. Another Eve in the Garden of Eden enchanted by the serpent. But he was different. He was Crowley.
And so they stood in silence, neither knowing what move to make next, or what else to say. Sarah was now nervous, 'have I said the wrong thing?' 'that's it I've buggered it up, he's too good for me anyway, I shouldn't have pushed. But I want him so much.' She bit her lip and looked at him reproachfully, knowing he had probably read her thoughts, convinced she had messed up. She made to move away from him but he grabbed her hand and squeezed.
"Say that again." He asked commandingly, returning to his old self slowly. Sarah bit her lip harder, feeling the hot flush of her cheeks blushing from embarrassment, she felt so stupid and now he was going to ridicule her. But he brought a hand up and held her chin gently, as he had all those months ago when they first met. "Say it again, so I can say it back to you."
A/N hello all, sorry it's been awhile rather hard to write when one is on holidays anywho hope you all enjoy this installment and I'd love for you all to give some feedback or let me know if there's anything you want to happen next... Or if I'm doing it all wrong :)
peace out
whogles