Something was wrong; Crowley could feel it. Moaning, he stretched luxuriously in his posh king-size bed and buried his face in a pillow before letting his body relax into the mattress. What could it be? He glanced at his phone, thinking he may have an appointment: just past eight in human time with a clear schedule until that evening. Groggily, the King rolled over and reached his arm across the bed to drape over Bambi...if she was there. That's what it was, he thought agitatedly. He hated how much he needed the stupid bitch in his daily life. It was growing old…fast. There was a note.

Had a few things to do this morning. Will be back at 3:30 h.t. By the by, I made some chocolate muffins sans the uvulas this time. Still need to tell me who I made those for. -B

Scowling, Crowley lay back on his bed and crumpled up the note with a growl. Why did she have to bring up Dick Roman? His morning could have started so much better if she hadn't brought up that goo-oozing parasite. Actually, it could've been great if she'd slept in so he could get a good fuck to start off the day right. After a while, Crowley slid out of bed and stalked the halls like a big grumpy old dog. Just as the note promised, there was a covered platter in the kitchen oven. Where else would a bloody oven be? While he didn't have to eat, Crowley and his meatsuit did enjoy it. Especially sweet things. He lifted the lid and took in the light, airy aroma; he plucked one and took a bite from the top. They were still warm; snatching a second, said demon made his way over to his chair. He spent the next hour being gloriously lazy, flipping between news reports, talk shows, and military documentaries. Crowley was listening to that Dick Roman bastard when his phone buzzed. It was Bambi. She-of course-forgot to send something on her computer and asked him to send it. Why did he need a secretary if he was to do all the fucking work for said secretary?

When he opened her laptop, he was assaulted by her bright red Netflix account. He saw her on it occasionally. What the Hell was "P.S. I Love You?" Since he really had nothing better to do after sending the file, Crowley watched it...or at least as much of it as he could stomach without getting fucking cavities. Did Bambi actually watch this disgusting romantic bullshit? Is this what had drawn her to Bobby: an overly human aptitude for affection? Crowley scowled and stared at the now black screen of her computer. It was a competition now: him against Robert. Which one could give the hotter, more loving and passionate sex than the other? The King of Hell was bound and determined to win this game whether Bambi liked it or not.

That. Was. It! That was the last time Bambi went anywhere near the cell blocks. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been insulted as much as she had today, and she was the King's secretary! Oh, someone would be hearing about this! First, those black-eyed bastards had the nerve to lock her in a cell with some grabby soul; then when they let her out, they started mocking her and being crude and vulgar. Bambi was on a war-path that even Lucifer would cower in fear at. When she finally finished though, Bambi noticed no signs of Crowley in his office. Great, now she'd have to deal with him too!

"Crowley!" she snapped.

"Bloody hell," he growled from the bedroom. "Must you screech like that, bitch?"

Bambi sighed and ran a hand through her frazzled hair. She could really use a nice, quiet evening of relaxation. Oh, and maybe a hot bath with those salts she got from Israel. That seemed to be out of the question though when she was abruptly pushed up against the wall. "Not right now, Crowley."

He didn't respond to her; no, he started trailing kisses up and down her neck. Was this really Crowley? He pressed himself against her, and Bambi let out a soft groan. Apparently this was a green light, because Crowley began devouring her mouth. He pushed and pulled at her, pressing her back to the wall. He trapped her and pressed the full length of himself against her, letting his hardness cradle itself between her legs. She lifted her hands to his chest as he thrust his wet tongue between her lips, caressing the inside of her mouth smoothly and expertly. Holy shit. What the Hell was wrong with him? Why was he being gentle?! Crowley groaned into her mouth and dropped his hand to the hem of her dress, hiking it up to her waist. When he ground against her, she wrapped her arms around him. Suddenly he let go of her and dragged her to the bed, pulling off her clothes as he went. He undressed while Bambi crawled up the bed before following him. She lay awkwardly under him; she wasn't used to Crowley being gentle with her. It felt almost...wrong.

"Straddle me," he growled.

As Bambi obeyed, her hands quickly found their way to his chest, allowing her to put weight into her grinding movements against him. She bent to kiss him but was cut short when he leaned up and caught her nipple, sucking and dragging his teeth over it. She reached around his shoulders to thread her hands through his hair, all the sensations sending her into overdrive. "Tell me what you want," he growled suddenly rolling her over onto her back and cradling her.

"I want you."

"Say it. Tell me exactly what you want." He bent over her, winding an arm around her waist and touched her. She cried out at the sensation and bucked he bit her shoulder. "Tell me," he commanded.

"I want you to take me."

Without any further warning he thrust himself in, jerking her entire body up. He thrust roughly, sending a delicious electrified current through her blood as he leaned forward, hand kneading her breast as he raked his teeth over her neck and shoulder. A small cry escaped Bambi, and she began to push back into him. His massive hands ran themselves down her body, sides, back and stopping at her hips. He picked up the pace, and it was all she could do to keep her head from bumping the headboard. His grip was rough, his motions passionate. Electricity was flowing through her nerves, aching for something magnificent. His lips touched her cheek, dragging across her jaw as he took in a ragged breath.

Crowley's large hands smoothed over her body before they covered Bambi's, threading their fingers together as he fucked her raw. He picked up pace, thrusting wildly as though he would never stop. "Mine. Mine," Crowley purred into her ear. "Always mine."

She moaned and pushed back into his thrust, so close to climax. "Yes. I'm yours," she gasped. An earthquake suddenly rocked her body. Quake after quake shook her body as she writhed under him. Then he was shaking, letting out a tight yell before he collapsed on top of her. Quietly, Crowley lifted his head and bent down. His hand held her chin tightly as he trapped her bottom lip between his, sending a new shiver through her. "Was that better...than Robert?"

Bambi stared at him shocked. Was he still jealous about that? Smirking, she nodded and curled up under him. She couldn't hear a heartbeat, but she didn't expect one. After a while though, she felt Crowley remove himself and roll over. He smirked and mumbled something like "knew it." It made her giggle as she felt Crowley's hand on the back of her neck. As he put her to sleep, she managed to tell him something: "I love you, Crowley."

She wasn't awake to hear Crowley's response several minutes later after a long silence: "Yeah, you too."

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