A/N: I'm not dead! Sorry for the delay, I know it's been a year since I've posted a new chapter. I kept putting this off because I wanted to write "good" smut but that's just not my forte. So I've given up on trying to make it "good" and I'm just publishing what I've got so I can move forward with the story. Thank you for reading!

Warning: NSFW smut.

Crowley woke feeling better than he had in centuries. Whatever Hell and Earth threw at him-Incompetent employees, rooms full of paperwork, rival demons, hunters, vindictive angels, even Lucifer—he could handle it. As long as he had Marian, he could take on the world.

Marian was gone.

Crowley sat up, scanning the room. If someone had broken in, they would have killed him to tie up loose ends. Had Marian left? Maybe she regretted what happened—though how could she? He'd been, quite frankly, amazing. And she loved him, so why would she ever want to leave?

Unless she didn't really love him. Maybe she only said she did because he made her cum so hard. Was that something humans did? It sounded like something humans would do.

He realized he could hear the shower running in the bathroom: She hadn't left, then. She didn't regret anything. Still, he felt a strong desire to be close to her—these human feelings were going to destroy him. He ported into the shower, appearing directly behind her.

Marian's mind was in overdrive, trying to sort out all those pesky human emotions. Part of her regretted her participation in last night's…Activities. She'd been so strong for months, and now…Christ, she'd even told him she loved him! That was definitely a mistake. Not saying "no" to him was a mistake. Saying "yes" to the deal in the first place was a mistake. On the other hand, she did love him…

She felt a presence behind her and turned, jumping back in surprise when she saw Crowley just an inch away from her. Her foot slipped and she started to fall backward, but he caught her arms and pulled her upright.

"Christ! You scared me," she grumbled as he pulled her in for a kiss. Once he'd kissed her, she pushed him back. "You couldn't wait until I was out of the shower to kiss me?"

Crowley grinned mischievously. "No." He drew her back in for another kiss, sliding his hand down her back to squeeze her ass.

"Could you just give me a second? I still have conditioner in my hair."

He spun her around and wrapped his arms around her. "Are you sure you don't need my help with any 'hard to reach' places?"

"Yes!" she snapped, struggling out of his grip. "And in case you were wondering, because I know you were, I hate shower sex. It's never as—" She trailed off, staring at Crowley's skin. "Why aren't you wet?"

"Hmm? Oh, I didn't feel like it."

She watched beads of water from the shower fall toward him and then, in a magnificent betrayal of gravity, fail to land on him. He had become hydrophobic. Marian stared, fascinated. She had seen monsters and magic, but right now she was dumbstruck by a demon refusing to get wet in a shower.

"…Okay," she said at last. "…I'm gonna rinse my hair…" She tilted her head back under the spray, tearing her eyes away from Crowley. When she was done, she shut the water off, and Crowley handed her a towel.

She dried herself off and started to dress; Crowley snapped his suit onto himself, and pulled a knife out of his pocket.

"I'll have to do your warding before we head out."

"Out?"

"Australia. You do still want to go?"

"Oh! Yes." She stopped halfway through putting her shirt on, and sat on the edge of the bathtub.

Crowley carved the sigil into her back first, wiping the blood up with a washcloth as he went. When he made the symbol on her chest, he got a bit frisky, fondling her breast with his free hand and lapping her blood up with his tongue. It was an unusual turn-on, but damn it, it worked. There was still part of her that regretted what she'd done last night, but it was now largely outweighed by her long-neglected libido. When Crowley put the knife away and leaned in to kiss her, she reciprocated eagerly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He slid his hands under her thighs and scooped her up, blinking them back to the bed and setting her down gently. Staying between her legs, he leaned forward, easing her onto her back as he continued to kiss her.

Marian felt his hand on the waistband of her jeans, moving to undo the button. She grabbed his arm, stopping him. "Crowley—"

"I know, love; no penetrative sex. I thought you might enjoy a replay of last night? We could skip right to the part where I eat you out, if you'd like."

She felt her skin flush at the thought. "I, uh…" Damn it, she was going to tell him something, and now he'd got her all flustered! "Look, I just…I don't want to get pregnant right now," she said at last. "I know the Nephilim is important, but I just need a little more time to…I don't know…Not deal with that."

Crowley cocked his head to the side and sank back on his heels. Marian could almost see the gears shifting in his head from 'sex' to 'discussion.'

"Absolutely," he said with a nod. "The Nephilim will be important, eventually. Right now, I want you all to myself."

Marian blinked. "…You do?"

"Oh, yes. Children are incredibly needy, and I can only imagine a powerful half-angel, half-demon would be doubly so. I'm obviously not parenting material, so it will be up to you to keep the thing alive. It's going to monopolize your time. I'll probably hate the little brat for taking your attention away from me." He leaned forward again, supporting his weight on his hands and knees as he licked more blood from her chest. "I've got you covered, love. Demonic sterilization—yes, there is a spell for that, and it is reversible. You're not getting knocked up any time soon."

She stared back at him. Her eyes narrowed. "Are you telling the truth?"

"Of course I am. I would never lie to you."

She grabbed the lapels of his suit, pulling him into a deep kiss. He hummed happily and ran his hand up her thigh, moving back to the button on her jeans. This time, she didn't object when he unfastened it, so he continued with her zipper. He pulled her pants down slowly, almost like a strip-tease for himself, then did the same with her underwear. He drew his hand up her leg just as slowly, teasing her, rubbing the inside of her thigh.

Marian pulled at Crowley's suit. "How come you're still dressed?"

He snapped his fingers and his clothes vanished. "Better?"

"Mmm." She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled his chest against her. Her eyes shut and her head rolled back as she let herself enjoy the feeling of his skin, hot and smooth, against hers. Crowley growled his appreciation, vibrations sending shivers down her body and pooling as heat between her legs.

Crowley rolled onto his side, pulling her with him so that they were still facing each other. His hand went to her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze before tracing circles around her nipple. He repeated the motion with her other breast, lowering his head to suck on the first. Marian moaned and reached for his erection, squeezing hard. He bucked into her hand, his own sounds of pleasure muffled against her breasts.

She rubbed her thumb over the tip, softly at first, then rougher. He groaned and pressed into her touch, his tongue sliding across her nipple. He kissed his way up her neck and back to her lips as he continued to grind into her hand.

He ran his hand down her body, over the curve of her hip and across her thigh, then back up the inside of her leg, teasingly caressing her inner thigh. Her legs opened in response, her hand sliding down his length and squeezing hard.

"Mmm," Crowley purred, "Good girl."

Again, she felt like she should be offended by his 'praise,' but in the context of sex it was just another turn-on. Hell, he could say just about anything to her right now, and it would turn her on. He could read a damn traffic report and make it sound sexy.

Crowley slid his tongue into her mouth as his hand slid between her legs. Marian made a very un-angelic sound as she felt his fingers circle her entrance and slide up to her clit. She sucked on his tongue, then his lower lip, continuing to jerk him slowly as he rubbed her.

"…So to be clear, you're open to the idea of vaginal sex now?"

"Hmm?" She was momentarily distracted as he slowly pressed his finger inside her and curled it. "Fuck…" She squirmed as he started to pull out, hips pressing toward him in a silent plea to do that again. "Yeah, I'm okay with it, just—" His finger slid back inside to That Spot, and she moaned. "…Be gentle. It's been a long time since I've had s—consensual sex."

Crowley removed his finger slowly, sucking in a breath as Marian rubbed her thumb back and forth over the head of his dick. He ghosted a finger over her clit, barely touching, just enough to tease. Then he did it again. Marian gasped and arched her back.

"Is this gentle enough for you?"

She squeezed him tighter, pausing her strokes to rub her thumb across his head and smear more pre-cum down his shaft.

"Mmm. But there's a big difference between a finger and a dick."

He rubbed her clit harder, sliding a finger back inside her. He kissed her, long and slow, enjoying both the feel of her hand on his cock and how wet she was becoming. After a very hot and very wet minute, he pulled back to let her breathe.

"Sounds like a challenge."

"Wha-? It's just a fact."

"I suppose. You know I have finesse, love—I may be a demon, but that doesn't mean I'm just going to jackhammer you until your hip fractures." He pulled his finger out of her and dipped back inside with two, curling them inside her until she whimpered in pleasure. "I promised you multiple orgasms, and I keep my promises."

Marian squirmed as he slid his fingers in and out, in and out, finding a good rhythm. She was basically humping his hand at this point, while she continued to twist her hand up and down his length. "But I've never…I don't think I'm built for that…"

"For what? Coming more than once?" Crowley dipped his head down to suck on her neck. "You just haven't had the right partner yet." He nibbled his way up her throat until his lips brushed against her ear. "I'll show you, angel," he purred, his voice a low rumble that sent a tingle down her spine. He continued to thrust his fingers into her, adding his thumb on her clit. Her legs opened wider and she made an undignified sound in the back of her throat. Her free hand wrapped around his back, nails digging in, trying to draw him closer to her.

Crowley hummed in satisfaction. "You want more?"

"Fuck. Yeah," she panted.

He maneuvered himself so that he was between her legs, his fingers still pumping inside her, even as the change in angles forced her to let go of his dick. He dipped his head down to kiss her, tongue plunging deep into her mouth and exploring every inch. He nudged her legs farther apart, and slowly, maddeningly slowly, he withdrew his fingers.

Marian felt him press against her entrance, and tensed immediately. He continued to kiss her as he very gently pressed inside, just the tip, and stopped.

"Relax, love. Breathe," he purred. He pulled out and rubbed his head across her clit, then slid back inside her.

She breathed. She tried to relax. "Kiss me?"

As he kissed her, he continued to press into her, never breaching more than an inch or two before pulling back out. The only thing keeping him from plowing deep into her and fucking her wet, tight pussy into oblivion was a dreadful human need to not hurt her. Shaking with the effort of restraint, he continued to breach her gently while his kisses became more desperate.

"Relax, angel," he said again, planting kisses down her neck. He brought his lips to her ear, voice low and rumbling. "Do you need my help? Do you need me to eat you out, and make you cum?" His voice dropped even lower. "I'll lick you up and down, just teasing at first…Get you all riled up, until you're dripping wet for me. Flick my tongue across your clit and make you squirm. I'll have you fucking my face while I fuck you with my tongue, and when you can't take any more, I'll suck your clit until you cum so hard, gushing all over me. And while your pussy's still twitching, I'll slide my cock into you and fuck you until you come again."

His dirty talk had its desired effect: Marian was so turned on, she relaxed automatically, and Crowley was able to inch his way inside of her until he finally bottomed out. He stayed like that for a moment, letting her get used to the feeling of his dick filling her completely.

"You're so tight and wet for me," he moaned, grinding his hips forward. Marian whimpered in response, and he drew his head back to look at her. Her eyes were closed, face tense, though it was hard to tell if she was experiencing pleasure or pain. "Angel? You alright?"

She opened her eyes. "Mmm-hmm. Just…Go slow."

"Of course, love."

She could feel every inch of him as he moved, pumping in and out smooth and slow. It felt good—not great, but good. Even though she had loosened up a bit, it still felt like he was too big for her, like he was going to split her open. Sure, it was sexy, but it also hurt, burning as he stretched her beyond her breaking point.

Crowley ground his hips against her, dick stirring deep inside her. That felt good. She started to move her hips as well, bucking up against him to drive him even deeper. This—this was what she needed.

Crowley growled in pleasure. This was what he wanted—his angel writhing in pleasure beneath him. "Wrap your legs around me," he purred, continuing his slow grind.

With her legs around his waist, every grinding thrust forward pressed against her g-spot and flooded her body with pleasure. She wanted more, grinding up against him with increasing desperation, but he was purposefully holding back, keeping her on the edge. He murmured dirty nothings in her ear: "So wet for me," "Such a naughty angel, so desperate for my demon cock," "Damn, your pussy is so tight, it's going to massage the cum out of me," and every word brought her closer but not far enough. When she couldn't take it any more, she pressed her heels into his ass, forcing his hips forward, and ground into him hard and fast. Crowley let her take the lead, enjoying the feel of her body under him, her sloppy-wet pussy around his dick, and the increasingly pornographic moans that escaped her throat.

"Dig your nails into my back," he prompted. She did so immediately, and now the fantasy he'd been playing out in his mind for months was complete, only somehow better. Marian made it better—knowing she loved him, and he loved her, it was all so much better than sex had any right to be. If it weren't for his outrageous demonic stamina, he would have come in her already, but that wasn't how this fantasy went.

"I'm—fuck, Crowley—"

"Mmm, yes…Come for me, angel."

Marian came hard, crying out as pleasure washed over her in waves. She continued grinding into him, drawing out her orgasm. He thrust back into her as she tightened around him, gushing wet. Crowley continued to move his hips slowly as she sagged back against the mattress, muscles lax. She looked thoroughly fucked and blissed-out, her face flushed and her eyes just a little out of focus, and she looked that way because of him.

"My perfect little angel," Crowley purred. "The only thing you're missing is my cum, all over you."

Marian was still breathing hard. "I'm sure we can—" she paused for breath—"Remedy that."

The demon smiled. "In due time. I'm still having fun playing with you."

"Hmm? But—"

Crowley kissed her deeply, his tongue probing her mouth as his dick probed between her legs. "You don't think I can make you cum again, do you? I'm looking forward to proving you wrong."

"Crowley…"

He kissed her again, shutting down any argument she might have. "Let's switch things up, shall we?" He thrust into her one more time, burying himself to the hilt, then pulled out slowly. "I want you riding my cock."

Crowley rolled onto his back, pulling Marian on top of him. She sprawled over him like a throw blanket, still feeling boneless from her orgasm. She slid a bit to the side so that she could grab his dick, wrapping her fist around him and stroking him lazily.

"You don't want me on top," she said, resting her head on his chest. "I don't know what I'm doing."

"What's there to know? It's sex; you just do what feels good. Have fun. It's not like we're making porn. Though we could, if you'd like."

"No!" she replied quickly, picking her head up. "No. I just…I feel like you'd get bored…"

Crowley chuckled. "With my cock in you? Not likely. Here; sit up a little."

She sat up to straddle him, letting him guide her onto his dick. She sank down slowly, feeling that post-orgasm hyper-sensitivity and a tiny bit of soreness. Her hands rested on either side of his head, arms feeling unusually weak, but she managed to hold herself up. She felt self-conscious, like she was more on display in this position—which was silly—she knew she wasn't making a porno, and she wasn't any more exposed on top of him than she had been under him. But it still felt weird, since she was so used to being on the bottom. For an ex-angel who hunted monsters, she'd led a very vanilla sex life.

Crowley moaned like he was making a porno and grabbed her ass, rolling his hips into her. As he continued to thrust into her, he tugged her ass forward, grinding her against his cock. Marian shivered as a tingle of pleasure shot through her: Maybe there was something to be said for being on top, after all. He was so deep inside her, and the grinding movement pressed him against that magic spot every time. She didn't need his encouragement anymore; she started moving with him, grinding into him with every upward thrust. She built speed gradually, slow rolls of her hips becoming increasingly urgent.

There are people (mostly demons) who assume that, having such a dominant personality, Crowley would always take the top position during sex. For the most part, they're correct: Sex, for demons, is mostly about control and power, and it's easier to control someone when you're on top of them. With humans, however, things are different: Most of Crowley's human partners weren't concerned with dominating him, so he didn't have to work to maintain control over them.

Marian was easy to manipulate—he'd been manipulating every aspect of her life for months, after all. He could have edged her for hours, but it was more fun to see what she'd do if he gave her the chance. And there was nothing more satisfying, no bigger turn-on, than having a former angel ride his cock like it was the best damn thing on Earth. He abandoned his hold on her ass and grabbed her breasts, alternating between gentle squeezes and rubbing her nipples.

He thrust into her hard and fast, and she gave it right back to him, grinding harder against his cock. Her arms started to shake, ready to give out, and his hands on her chest became less of a tease and more like structural support. She could feel herself getting close, pleasure welling from her core. She couldn't get enough—harder, deeper, faster, she just wanted more.

"Crow—Crowley," she moaned, "Gonna cum again…"

He gave her breasts a good squeeze, letting out a pleased growl. "Yes…Cum for me, and I'll fill you up—good girl, take all my hot cum in that tight, wet pussy—"

Marian came hard, practically screaming, and as Crowley fucked her through every wave of pleasure, she felt him cum inside her, hot semen erupting deep inside her in an oddly satisfying way. As the last throes of their orgasms passed, Crowley wrapped his arms around her back and drew her against him for a slow, breathless kiss. She gave up on any attempt to hold herself up, resting all of her weight on him. He rocked his hips into her a few more times, drawing out that post-orgasm tingle, before gently pulling out and rolling them both onto their sides, keeping his arms around her. She shivered, and he used his power to pull a blanket over them.

She leaned her head against his chest, feeling sated and breathless and a little dizzy. Her arms and legs felt weak, like she might have trouble standing up right away, and she was a little sore between her legs, but not bad. There was a wet spot on the bed—had that all come out of her? It must have, because Crowley's crotch was soaked, as were her own thighs. As she lay still, she thought she could feel a little semen seep out of her as well.

Crowley ran his hand lightly down her back. "I believe I still owe you a date? I seem to have gotten…Distracted."

"Hmm?" She felt dopey, caught up in the heat of his body and the smell of sulfur and sex. Even though she'd just woken up, she was ready to go back to sleep. "Yeah…Australia." Her tongue tripped over the word, slurring the consonants.

The demon chuckled. "Do you need a nap first?"

"Mmm-hmm." She nuzzled his chest, then stretched and slid up the bed until her head found a pillow. "'S your fault. Shouldn't've made me cum so hard. Twice."

"And I take full responsibility for that," he said with a grin. "I'll let you recover."

She yawned and turned over, flipping so that her back was pressed against his chest. "Mmm. Just need a minute."

He smoothed her hair away from her face, leaning forward to kiss her temple. "I love you, angel."

"Love you, too."