"What are you cooking, love?" His arms wrapped around your waist. You stood in front of the stove apron tied around your form.
"Spaghetti." You continued to stir the spoon in the red sauce.
"Mmm," Crowley's hands crept to your stomach, as he pressed his body flush to your back, "smells delicious." He rests his mouth on the exposed skin of your neck.
"Would you like a taste?" You mentioned, exposing your neck more.
"I am," He laid a half dozen kisses on your skin, "and you are quite divine."
"Not me," you giggled, "the sauce." Crowley hummed, bringing his lips off your skin and leaning forward to take a taste from the spoon you outstretched to him. After taking a small bit from the spoon he licked his lips and you placed the spoon back into the pot.
"Well, how is it?" You questioned. Crowley only turns you around in his arms, pulling you by your apron. He reached behind you to turn off the stove, you were confused, but he kept pulling you closer.
"It's…well, not your best work." He tried to break it to you gently. "But how would you like it if I took you to a real Italian restaurant?" He began to untie your apron, pulling the strings from your body and lifting it over your head.
"Hmm, that sounds lovely, but I'm not dressed to go to a fancy restaurant." You motioned to your shorts and t-shirt.
"Don't worry, my love. I'll take care of that." With a snap of his fingers you were dressed in a sliming black lace dress, your hair done in a fancy way, your neck draped in diamonds, and beautiful black heels with the red bottoms. Crowley also fancied up, instead of his suit and slacks, he wore a three piece suit with a silk red tie.
"Are you ready?" He smiled at how gorgeous you were, taking you back into his arms.
"Yes." You leaned up to kiss him and he gently tipped you back, then with another snap of his fingers he whisked you away.