***A/N: In case it wasn't clear from the title, this is more Not Safe for Work than previous chapters and contains actual smut! Yes! After only 25 chapters, you finally get smut! And Happy Birthday to my BFF Kelly, who has been patiently waiting for this slow burn to finally catch fire.***

Marian spent the rest of the evening resting with Crowley, dozing off and on as she listened to the TV. When the history channel started a show about alien conspiracy theories, Crowley switched over to ESPN, which was currently showing college basketball. Collegiate athletes were the perfect prey for making deals: They wanted to go pro more than anything, and they all thought they were immortal, so the threat of having their soul collected in ten years didn't bother them. Crowley kept an eye on all the not-quite-good enough ones, because those were always the first to fold.

Marian woke up starving. She dragged herself down to the kitchen, which was still a bit of a bloody mess, and had a granola bar and some coffee before returning to her room. Crowley was sitting up on the edge of the bed when she got back, shirt off, looking at himself in the mirror that hung on the outside of her closet. He touched each of the wounds he'd stitched up, twisting to see the one on his back. The stitches were visible, but the wounds themselves were almost completely healed.

"Those healed fast," Marian said, sitting down next to him.

"Mmm. Thanks to you. If I hadn't possessed you, I'd still be a bloody mess." He kissed her cheek, smiling when she blushed.

Marian looked at their reflections in the mirror. She knew from before that Crowley wasn't a fan of people getting behind him, because they might try to attack him. For a demon, it was just common sense. But maybe, if he could see her reflection, he wouldn't feel threatened.

Moving slowly and making sure he could see her in the mirror, she scooted behind him and put her hands on his shoulders. Still watching her reflection, she started to rub his shoulders. Crowley felt tense and his eyes were locked on Marian's image, but he didn't yell at her or try to push her away. She pressed harder against the muscle, digging in with her thumbs. He slowly began to relax, and she moved down his back. But the angle quickly became an issue for her.

"Want to lie down?"

He moved onto his stomach, turning his head so that he could still see her in the mirror. It had been a long time since Marian had given anyone a massage, and she realized her small hands were better at picking locks than soothing muscles. She had to put all her weight into it, getting her shoulders over her hands like she was performing CPR.

"Mmm. This is nice," Crowley said, his eyes half-closed.

"My arms are getting tired. Hang on—I want to try something."

She set her foot sideways on his back. "I used to do this for Michael—he had an old back injury—but he was on the floor…"

She reached up and put a hand on the ceiling to steady herself, then stepped onto him with her other foot. Using the ceiling as support, she smoothed her feet across his back, trying to knead him like a cat. When she looked at Crowley in the mirror, his eyes were closed.

"Is this okay?"

"Mmm," he purred. "You could do this with cleats on and it would still be wonderful."

Marian laughed and lost her balance. She half-stepped, half-fell off of Crowley and landed on her butt on the bed. Crowley spun and pinned her on her back, kissing her with an aggressiveness that suggested he was trying to suck her soul out of her mouth. She pressed against his shoulder and let out a muffled protest: He softened his approach, gently swirling his tongue in her mouth and nipping at her lower lip. He sprawled on top of her, one thigh between her legs, propping himself up on one hand while the other began to pull her shirt up over her chest.

"Crowley!" she snapped, grabbing his wrist to stop him.

He leaned into her, bringing their upper bodies together. "I just want a little skin-ship," he purred between kisses.

Marian couldn't help arching into him a little as his hot skin touched hers. It felt…Well, it shouldn't have felt as good as it did. Crowley ran his hand up her side, then gently squeezed her breast as he bit her neck.

She grabbed his arm again. "Crow—"

She gasped as he swirled a finger around her nipple.

"I've been thinking," Crowley said. "The other day, when you pushed me away, I'd thought it was because there was a part of you that was still disgusted by me." He nipped her neck again, sucking and lapping his tongue over her skin. With his lips by her ear, he continued, softly: "But it's not about me, is it?" He sucked on her earlobe as his fingers continued to play with her nipple. "You're disgusted by yourself. You feel guilty for wanting me." Another suck. Marian whined and squirmed, but he didn't let her go. "I told you before, loving a demon doesn't make you weak. But if that's how you feel, I'll take full responsibility for your…Corruption." He ran his hand down her thigh and violently entwined his tongue with hers. She was still refusing to give in completely, but she wasn't trying very hard to push him away and besides, her legs had become weak. "If there is a guilty party here, it's me," Crowley continued, concentrating on her neck again. "You never—" lick, suck—"stood a chance—" kiss—"against me."

Marian was shaking, and it wasn't just out of fear. Her skin was hot and tingly, and all the kissing and touching and talking was having an almost hypnotic effect on her. Then she felt Crowley's lips on her breast: His breath was hot against her skin as his tongue swirled around her nipple.

Her back arched reflexively and she gasped. Her whole body lit up, but she still had enough brain function to say:

"I don't want to have sex with you right now!"

Crowley raised his head to look at her and stopped toying with her nipple. He didn't look upset in the slightest: In fact, he was feeling pretty damn smug that she'd said 'right now,' which implied that she did want to have sex with him at another point in time.

"I didn't think you would," he replied, planting a line of sloppy kisses along her collarbone. "You're still afraid…" He dragged his tongue up the length of her neck. "…That I'll be too rough with you…" He nipped and sucked on her earlobe. "…No doubt thanks, in part, to the asinine demon that abducted you." He kissed along her jawline, working his way back to her lips. "So I thought I'd show you how gentle I can be." He sucked on her lower lip. "No sex." Kiss. "No scary demon cock—though I assure you it's not that scary." He traced her lip with his tongue. "Just my hands—" He rubbed her nipple—"And mouth—" Another kiss—"And I'll make you come until you can't see straight."

Marian shivered. She wanted to say 'no.' She really did. But…For the life of her, she couldn't remember why. Yes, she was a little bit afraid of him, but he was right that she mostly just felt guilty about giving in to him. But he'd gotten her so worked up, she felt like she'd burst into flames if he stopped now. He nipped at her neck, and the hand that was playing with her nipple moved down her body and slid between her legs. She could feel the heat from his hand through her pants, and she wanted more.

Oh, fuck it. She'd already fallen from Heaven.

"You'll stop if I ask you to?" she said, still clinging to some iota of control.

"Of course, love. Do you want me to stop now?"

She shook her head. In a small voice, almost a whimper, she said: "No."

Crowley growled happily. In one smooth motion, he divested her of both her pants and underwear: She was now completely bare beneath him. He took one nipple in his mouth, holding it gently between his teeth as he ran his tongue over it. He propped himself up on his elbow so that he could play with her other nipple with his fingers, while his dominant hand went back between her legs.

Marian held her breath as he began to explore her. He was incredibly gentle, his fingers lightly brushing over her skin. When his finger ran traced her clit, her hips twitched involuntarily. He moved lower, running his middle finger over her entrance before slipping just the first knuckle inside. She hadn't realized how wet she was until she heard the obscene little squelching sound his finger made.

Crowley enjoyed that sound far too much. "So wet for me," he purred. He pumped his finger in and out, pressing upward into her G-spot and each time he produced that delicious sucking sound. Pulling his finger out, he dragged it up her folds to her clit, spreading her natural lube. He continued to play with her clit, lightly teasing her, spreading her folds apart. Marian spread her legs as far apart as they would go, opening herself up to him, and he let out another delighted growl.

"Good girl," he purred. Before Marian could decide if she should be offended by that statement, he increased the pressure on her clit. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, but it was still quite audible, and she grabbed his arm.

Crowley turned his hand dipping his middle finger into her while rubbing her clit with his thumb, slowly easing from one knuckle to two. "Hmm? Don't hold back, angel; let me hear how much you like it." His finger slid the rest of the way inside her and he curled it, then pulled almost all the way out. She moaned, her hips bucked, pulling him back in; he pulled out again, and again she couldn't stop herself from pressing into him, forcing his finger back inside, the moans growing louder each time.

He released her breast and bit her neck, then kissed his way up to her mouth as he continued to finger-fuck her. She bit down on his lower lip with a ferocity he hadn't expected but thoroughly enjoyed.

"Yes," he muttered between kisses. "Bite me. Harder. Don't be afraid to hurt me."

She bit his neck, but she was afraid of hurting him.

"Harder," he hissed, adding pressure to her clit.

Marian moaned again, practically writhing beneath him. She dug her nails into his back and sunk her teeth into his neck, and Crowley growled with pleasure. She licked across the bite marks, but she needed something else to do with her hands.

Right.

Her hand instinctively traveled to Crowley's groin, giving his bulge a gentle squeeze through his boxers.

Crowley moaned and pressed his hips into her. "Marian…wait…"

She squeezed him harder, running her hand up and down his length. The sounds he made in response were very undignified and un-demonic. Oh fuck, yes. She repeated the motion, then went to slide her hand under his waistband.

Crowley grabbed her wrist. "Angel—wait." He looked pained by the sudden loss of contact. "Don't worry about me right now, love. No scary demon cocks, remember?" He nuzzled her neck, placing gentle kisses down her throat. "Just…relax…Let me take care of you." He released her hand and brushed his fingers over her clit: She whimpered and arched her back, and he clamped his mouth over a nipple.

"Fuck it, Crowley…" Marian grabbed his dick through his boxers again. "…I need you…" She squeezed harder as he slid two fingers inside her. "You can think of it as…Torture…If that helps…"

It was torture. Crowley was trembling with the effort it took to restrain himself. But she wanted him—no, needed him—

"Yes. Torture me." He mojo'd his boxers off, letting out another undignified moan as Marian wrapped her hand around his bare cock.

She moved her hands, gliding up and down, getting a feel for his length and girth. Were the others this big? Marian wondered, trying to remember how large her previous partners had been. He feels bigger. Is this really supposed to fit inside me? Can I even fit this in my mouth? She ran her thumb over the tip, smearing pre-cum down the shaft.

Crowley bit down on her collarbone. "Damn it, angel. You're making it hard to focus."

She decided she really liked not-in-control Crowley. "I'm sorry, should I be gentle?" she teased. She loosened her grip and just barely brushed her thumb over the head again, rubbing delicate circles over and around him, making his cock twitch.

Crowley groaned. "You've got the torture part down, I'll give you that."

Marian smiled and gave him a good squeeze, moving from tip to base and back up again, then pressed her thumb not-so-gently over the head.

"Ah! Yes!" He arched his back in pleasure.

Marian continued to roll her thumb over his head, applying a good amount of pressure. She started to alternate head rubs with long strokes, finding a rhythm just as Crowley found his own rhythm fingering and rubbing her.

Crowley mashed his mouth against hers, biting and sucking her lower lip. As they kissed, Marian managed to get her other hand between them, and gave his balls a gentle squeeze. His hips bucked and he moaned into her mouth.

"Gods, yes. More," he pleaded. "Hurt me."

"Hurt…Your balls?" Marian asked, surprised. She understood the demon's need for pain, but she hadn't expected that to include genitalia, and she didn't want to just crush his testicles without a little clarification.

"Yes." He thrust into her hand. "Bollocks. Cock. Doesn't matter. Punish me."

Cautiously, she turned her nails in and squeezed again.

"Ungh, yes!"

She tried to manipulate her jerking-off hand so that her nails would stick into him just a little, but it felt like she was going to do actual damage to him if she did, so she kept her hand slack, trying to figure out another way.

"Do it," Crowley urged, his own hand still so gentle as he played with her clit and fingered her. "Give me a good squeeze, just like that."

She squeezed, digging her nails into his shaft, and he thrust against her hand, the pain sending jolts of pleasure through him.

Crowley usually prided himself on his sexual stamina: He could go for hours if the occasion arose. But with Marian…Damn, he felt like he could come right in her hand. It wasn't fair, really—he could feel so much more, physically and emotionally. Every sexual encounter before this paled in comparison—even the one with an actual winged angel. It was the difference between fucking with a condom (which, to be fair, he hadn't tried) and going bareback: The former was better than nothing, but a far cry from the latter. Maybe it was her 'fallen-angel' mojo, or maybe it was because, for the first time in his life (or death), he had an emotional connection to his partner. Whatever the reason, he was struggling not to come too fast.

He had planned on pleasuring his angel for hours: She'd be a hot, sweaty mess, writhing beneath him, begging him for more, screaming his name, and when he finally let her come, she would never even imagine herself with another man again. She'd be his completely, and when she recovered, she would beg him to fuck her, and of course he would oblige…

But he wasn't going to last hours. And that was alright, because this scenario was a thousand times better, with his cock in her hand while he played with her. Now, though, he had to get her off first.

Crowley slid farther down the bed, and Marian was forced to let go of him. "Something wrong?" she asked.

The demon planted wet, sloppy kisses between her breasts and down her stomach as he positioned himself between her legs. "Nothing's wrong. I just need a little taste—"

He hooked her legs over his shoulders and playfully tonguing her, covering every inch from her taint to her clit. Marian cried out in surprised pleasure, her hips twitching. Crowley used a hand to spread her wide, and kissed her clit. He ran his tongue in circles around her clit, just teasing, then slid back down to slide his tongue into her pussy.

She arched her back and practically screamed his name, clawing at the blanket. "CROWLEY!"

That sound was music to his ears. "Put your hands where mine is," he said, his breath ghosting over her and making her squirm.

She did as she was told, spreading herself open for him. He rewarded her by sucking on her clit and slipping a finger inside her: Marian cried out again, feeling the pressure begin to build inside her. As Crowley's ministrations became more intense, she couldn't hold still: She thrust up against him as he twisted his finger in her. He added a second finger, and now she was moaning and mumbling incoherently, hips humping with increasing irregularity, and Crowley kept his lips locked on her clit the whole time. Sucking and licking at the same time, increasing in intensity. She held his head down against her. She was on fire, her muscles going tense—

"Fuck, I'm gonna come!" she screamed.

Crowley shoved his fingers as far inside her as they would go. She cried out as she came, her orgasm washing over her in waves of pleasure. Fluid gushed over Crowley's hand, and he felt her flutter and contract around his fingers. He released her clit with a little 'pop' of suction, but kept his fingers inside her, stroking slowly, until her last spasm had passed.

Marian flopped back, her body limp, lost in a post-orgasmic haze. She was vaguely aware of Crowley wiping his mouth on the back of his hand before he lay down next to her. He kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips.

The haze began to lift, and she immediately reached for his cock. She stroked him lazily as he continued to kiss her, feeling guilty that she wasn't doing more but still in a bit of a stupor.

"It's alright, angel. I can take care of that later," Crowley said, removing her hand. "I just want you to enjoy yourself right now."

Marian looked at him through glazed-over eyes. No, she thought, that's not how this works. You eat me out, I suck you off. This isn't my first rodeo. She sat up slowly, feeling light-headed, and grabbed his cock again, gently pushing on his chest so he would lie down. More out of surprise than anything, he complied.

It had been…A while, she wasn't sure exactly how long, since she'd had a dick in her mouth, and to be honest she was a little out of it right now, but it was like riding a bike, right? She grasped the base, pulling the foreskin back from the tip, and slowly sank her mouth onto his dick, curling her lips over her teeth. She drew back, then ran her tongue from balls to head before sucking on his head, squeezing the shaft and pumping with her hand. He didn't taste the way she'd expected, but then, he wasn't human, so all the little human smells that accumulated in the groin—sweat, Gold Bond, laundry detergent, piss, that weird odor when someone ate fish or asparagus—weren't there. He just tasted like sex and sulfur, and she was used to the sulfur by this point.

It was hard to remain upright—Crowley really had destroyed her with that orgasm. She rested her head on his stomach, continuing to suck on the tip. She let go of the shaft long enough to give his balls a good squeeze. Remembering that he enjoyed pain, she dug her nails in just a little; then inspiration struck.

She flipped around so that her head was against his thigh, and licked over his scrotum, continuing to stroke him with her hand. Crowley groaned and cursed, losing himself in feelings. Marian kissed and sucked on one ball, then the other; gently at first, she added her teeth, scraping them along the delicate skin.

"Fuck yes!" Crowley cried, legs tightening in response.

Now she was really starting to come out of her haze. She watched him carefully as she bit down a little harder, nervous about really hurting him or (Hell forbid) biting through an actual testicle. But Crowley wasn't concerned in the least—he was loving it. He bucked his hips, fucking her hand, and because his balls were now, technically, a moving target, the level of biting-danger increased, but that only made it more exciting for him.

"Marian—shit—you keep doing that, I'll come."

"Mmm?" she hummed against his skin. She licked across his taint, then sucked hard, and bit down.

Crowley came with a shout, shooting cum across his stomach. When he was completely spent, Marian let go of him and sat up, still light-headed. She sucked the remaining cum out of his cock. Crowley, losing all pretense of control, let out a shudder, a gasp, maybe a small squeal and went limp. Crowley fumbled around, looking for the underwear he'd mojo'd off himself, using them to clean up the various fluids that covered them. Then they both flopped back in bed, exhausted.

Crowley motioned for Marian to cuddle up to him, resting her head on his shoulder and her arm draped across his chest. He spotted a blanket wadded up at the foot of the bed, and used his power to place it over both of them. He felt…He felt…

So many things, and he didn't understand half of them. But he knew that he was happy. He was happy, and content, and in love—three things he'd never been as a demon.

"I love you so much, angel," he said, kissing her forehead.

She kissed the bit of skin closest to her. "I love you, too."

She felt Crowley shift, and raised her head so he could roll onto his side to face her. He held her chin up and kissed her, and if she had to describe that kiss in one word it would be "passionate," though previously she didn't think than demons could be passionate about anything that wasn't torture. He let go of her chin and wrapped his arm around her waist, hugging her tightly. When he finally broke their kiss, he buried his head in the crook of her neck, nuzzling her collarbone. She never imagined a demon would be the type to cuddle after sex (well, sexual activity of any kind), but then, she did make him more…Human…And Crowley wasn't like other demons. She rubbed his back, her body mostly slack as she continued to recover from the first orgasm she'd had in…Months? A year? She couldn't even remember.

Crowley picked his head up and kissed her again, then leaned back just enough to look her in the eye. His eyes looked glassy and wet—was that normal? She didn't think demons could cry, but it looked like he might.

"What's wrong?"

He smoothed her sexed-up hair back. "Nothing, love. It's just…No one's ever said that to me before."

Marian blinked. What had she said? "'I love you'?"

He smiled sadly.

Marian frowned. "Well—sure, not as a demon, but when you were alive…I know you didn't have the best relationship with your family, but—"

He shook his head.

"…Oh." She took a moment to digest that. "Do you need to hear me say it again?"

His eyes lit up. "Mmm. I think so."

She looked straight into his eyes. For a moment, she saw his true face—the demon beneath the skin-but it didn't bother her anymore. "I love you." She kissed his cheek. "I love you." She kissed his nose. "I love you." She kissed his other cheek. "I love you." She kissed his lips. "I love you."

Crowley blinked and felt moisture flow from his eyes. I'm leaking. "My perfect little angel. What have I done to deserve you?" He gave her another kiss.

Marian smirked. "I believe you had my family possessed."

"Ah, that's right." He smiled fondly at the memory.

Marian snuggled closer to him, her head pressed against his chest, and closed her eyes. Crowley rolled onto his back, keeping his arm around her, and allowed himself to drift off to sleep. For the first time in his existence, he didn't dream of Hell, or being turned into a demon, or his previous life as a despised drunkard. He had something better now.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.