A month after the deal had been made, Margot could not have been happier. She had finally moved back into her old home after having a long talk with Pamela. She had been more outgoing and social since she found out about the family that she now knew of. She was in the process of cleaning out the house and was about to start making her something to eat when she heard a commotion in the kitchen. Margot held the broom close to her and carefully made her way into the messy space. She wasn't expecting what she laid her eye on.
The crossroads demon Crowley stood in her kitchen looking at the box of pots and pans that had been tipped over. She sags in relief at seeing someone she somewhat knows and not a total stranger. Crowley is looking at her like he did nothing wrong and she can't help but to giggle at the guilty look on his face. He does not wear the emotion very well she thinks.
"What are you doing here?" She finally asks and swoops into the kitchen to pick up the pots and pans that he obviously was not going to take credit for knocking down. When she stands back up, He is a step closer than what she thinks he needs to be and Margot quickly steps back from him. While the kiss that he gave her was the best she had ever had, her first actually, she was not ready for another repeat.
"Do I need a reason to come see what is mine?" Crowley drawls and Margot rolls her eyes at him. Of course he was going to be a possessive bastard. He looks at her with lidded eyes and Margot feels her face heat and quickly turns from him. The demon did not need to see what he did to her.
"Well I guess not. Just didn't expect you to come calling." She tells him and sets her armload into the sink to her right. She had not gotten to everything in the kitchen yet; preferring to focus on the living room and the bathroom for now. It was not like she was cooking a lot of food anyways.
"That's what I thought. What are you doing?" He asks and sneers at the mess around him. This place was far too old and he could see water damage in the ceiling, not to mention the amount of dust all around him. It was disgusting.
"Cleaning?" Margot tells him and gives him an odd look. What did it look like she was doing? "I want to clean this place up as best I can so I can maybe sell it before you take me to my brothers."
"Hm, good idea I suppose." Crowley says and Margot rolls her eyes. The demon probably had everything that she had only ever dreamed of. "We have things to do so stop and go get dressed in something that isn't sweatpants."
"Things to do? That was never part of our deal? I thought you were going to just leave me alone until I turned 21." Margot says and looks at the demon who would one day own her soul. Sure she had made the deal with him but it wasn't his yet.
"Ah, I may have added something of my own in there. Have to be careful with the way you word things around us demons." Crowley says and Margot flushes in anger and fear. Damn her for not being as careful as she should have been. "Once a month I will pop in and say hello."
"That's it?" she asks and hums to herself as her fear fades a little. That was not as bad as she thought it was going to be.
"That's it. We do what I say for however long I am here and then you are free to do whatever you mortals do until I come back," Crowley informs her and steps closer to the young woman. Her green eyes are staring him down and he grins at her with a wink. Her pale skin lights up and he soaks up the energy her soul gives off from the strong emotion.
"Fine, but I'm not wearing a dress or anything like that." She says and walks out of the kitchen and down the hallway to go into her bedroom. She braces herself for the onslaught of the usual emotions she has coming into her old room and quickly gathers some of her nicer blue jeans and a button up shirt. Once in the bathroom she quickly changes clothes and tosses the dirty ones in her hamper. She takes a second to make sure she looks a little more presentable before escaping the bathroom and going back to the living room. There she finds Crowley sitting on her couch.
"This better?" she asks him and does a small twirl for fun. When she faces him again he has that soft smile in place that she has only seen once or twice. She thinks that he looks much better with that one than one of his far nastier ones she has seen so far.
"It's good enough. Get your shoes." He says and Margot quickly does so. She can't help the excitement that wells up in her. This feels like it could be a date, but she would never call it that to his face. Crowley probably only wants to toy with her some more before leaving like he did last time she saw him.
"Where are we going?" She asks him and is not surprised when he does not answer her. Once she had slipped her shoes on, a cute pair of black boots, she turns back to him to see that he has once more invaded her personal space. Margot did not get why he liked being so close to her so much of the time. She is about to say something about it when her mouth snaps shut when Crowley reaches out and pushes a lock of her dark brown hair behind her ear. She stays as still as she can be and watches for him to do anything else.
Crowley looks down at her and gives her a smarmy grin. It was amazing what a few "romantic" gestures could do to the poor girl. She must not have any experience with the opposite sex at all and that just would not do, "Let's go love." He grabs her close and with a rush of almost too hot air they are teleported to a rather classy restaurant he knows in Georgia.
The demon has to catch Margot as she stumbles from the unexpected feeling of her stomach suddenly dropping. It had felt like she had been on a roller coaster for a few seconds there.
"This is Bones Restaurant. Little place I found a while back." Crowley says and then offers her his arm to escort her inside the building. Margot likes what she sees as she looks around. It has an old timey vibe to it but it was still ridiculously classy for her tastes. The fanciest place she ever really went was the hometown steakhouse in the heart of her small town. She feels very under dressed in that moment after she takes in what everyone else is wearing. Margot feels an embarrassed flush stain her cheeks and tries to look as small as possible while Crowley gets them a table and some wine. She waits until the waiter has left before telling Crowley that she isn't old enough to drink yet.
Crowley huffs as her with a roll of his eyes, "You're old enough tonight." He tells her and clinks his tall glass with one still sitting on the table. He watches as she avoids the wine and instead sips from the glass of water to the left of it. He rolls his eyes again but says nothing to her about it.
"Why did you bring me out here?" Margot asks and leans back on her side of the booth to better look at her surrounding and Crowley at the same time. She sees no reason for the demon to take her to such a nice place when he could just leave her be to her own devices.
"Because I wanted to. And you better get used to it since I'll be seeing you once a month." He tells her around his glass. He watches her as she hums in thought at his answer and doesn't say anything else until their waiter comes back to them. Crowley quickly orders for both of them since he had not even seen Margot look at the menu. "So, how about you tell me about yourself? This is a date after all," he cocks a brow at her and purses his lips into a smirk.
"This is a date?" Margot hears herself ask. She knows her face must look like a tomato at his words and she wants to know why in the hell the demon who she sold her soul to wanted to take her out on a date.
"Obviously Darling. When a handsome man takes out a beautiful girl of course it is a date. Now, do tell me." Crowley explains to her like one might talk to a child. He reaches over and grasps the hand that is resting on the table. He grins when that beautiful soul pulses along with her quickly beating heart. He so does love what he does to his little contract.
"Twenty questions then. We each get ten with one pass." Margot offers and tries to not think about how much her palm is sweating right now. She hopes that the demon does not notice how nervous he is making her.
"Fine. I go first then. Before we made this little deal of ours, what profession did you want to go into?" Crowley asks and Margot is surprised at the question. She had honestly expected him to ask what her favorite color was.
"Well I enjoyed psychology in high school so I thought about going to college for that. But now, I'm just going to hope to find a good enough job to support myself." Margot says with a shrug. She never expected to go to college anyways so she had never truly thought about what she wanted to do after graduating.
"Hm, you would have made a good one." Crowley says and Margot feels the blush come back full force. She hated how much she blushed around him.
"Uh, what did you do before all this." Margot asks and pulls her hand away from his to gesture at all of him and his demonic ways. She hopes that the question does not tick him off. It had been the first thing that had come to her mind.
"Made shoes if you believe it," he tells her with a self depreciating shrug. He did not like talking about his human past but he supposed he could answer a few of her questions if she had any. As long as it was not about why he sold his own soul in the first place.
Margot grins at him as she processes his answer. She actually could believe that he used to make shoes. He seemed like a powerful demon and she knew what her next question was going to be.
"Alright, favorite hobby then?" He asks next and watches her as she thinks of her answer. He had not been joking when he said that she was a beautiful young lady. Quite short, but she had all the curves in all the right places and wonderful dark hair that he wanted to feel gripped between his fingers.
"I volunteered at the animal shelter a lot when I had the time. I'd honestly rather be with animals than with humans more often than not." Margot shrugs and wraps her arms around herself. She felt vulnerable talking to someone about her life. She had never done anything like this before.
"Animal lover huh? I'll have to show you my beautiful Juliet," he boasts and gives Margot an arrogant grin that shows off his pearly whites.
"You have a dog?" Margot asks curiously and could beat herself up over losing her turn over such a question. Oh, well. She thought. She would just have to ask him her original question next time.
"Hell hound, actually. Biggest one there is downstairs." Crowley tells her and Margot feels a wave of fear wash over her at hearing that he had the biggest hound. She had read that when the ten year period was up, hell hounds would come and kill you so they could drag your soul back to their master. She wondered if that is the fate she would come to when her ten years were up.
Crowley had felt that flash of fear from Margot and knew what she had thought about. He was not sure if he would send his Juliet after her or not when the time came. Margot would be with her brothers by the end of her ten years and he really did not need them to get in the way of claiming what was rightfully his.
"How did your mum die?" He asked next and watched as Margot froze in her seat and debated with herself. He waits patiently until she finally sucks in a deep breath and answers.
"Lung cancer. Doctors found it too late. She had three months left and she pushed it to four because she told me she didn't want to leave me without anyone else. She passed on peacefully at the hospital." Margot whispers and wills herself not to start crying. It had almost been two years and she had worked hard to not break down at the thought of her mother. She had been a good woman and Margot knew that her mom had gone to heaven.
"Guess I'll never see her again though since I made a deal with you," Margot says next and Crowley forces the way his meat suits heart hurts for the young girl in front of him.
"No, you probably won't Darling," He tells her and waits for Margot to compose herself and ask her question.
Margot cleared her throat after several minutes and looked up to give Crowley a watery smile. She slides her hand through her hair in a nervous gesture and finally asks the question she had been thinking about, "When did you die?"
"Now that's a good question Darling!" Crowley exclaims loudly and glares at the people at the booth next to him when they give him a dirty look. He had no qualms about speaking of his death. He had sold his soul and hell hounds had come for him. It had not taken long for him to become a demon during his time in the Pit. Crowley knew that he had not been the best human being in the world and that had made it that much easier to transition.
"I kicked the bucket in 1723 after my ten years was up. Didn't go out without a fight mind you, but there isn't much one can do when an invisible giant dog is chasing after you. I happened to be the talk of the town after it finally got me and half the village saw me running from nothing." Crowley sniggered to himself and Margot laughed with him at the image that popped inside her mind.
"So your, what? 283 years old? Give or take?" Margot asked him and Crowley made a so so motion with his hand.
"In Earth years yes. But time moves differently in Hell. If we go by their time then I'm around three millennia. Give or take a few hundred years." He grinned wickedly down at her and Margot had to take a sip of her water before she said anything rude.
"Well you look good for being almost three millennia then," She finally says and Crowley cackles. His loud laugh makes her break out in her own soft one and Margot finds that she is actually having a good time. Their laughter is cut short when the waiter brings out their food and sets it down in front of them. It looks like Crowley had ordered the same thing for both of them. A perfectly seared steak with what Margot though looked like fancy mashed potatoes and grilled asparagus.
The two of them do not pick up their game of questions until their food is gone and Crowley has ordered a desert to share. Margot hears him say something about tiramisu and grows excited. She had only had the dessert once and had absolutely loved it. When it is finally brought to them, Margot is more than ready to dig into it when Crowley tuts and takes her fork from her. She is about to protest when he dips his own fork into the coco powdered delicacy and spears a good size of it up. The fork is soon hovering in front of her mouth and Margot blushes bright at what Crowley wants her to do.
"Open up love," He whispers and Margot hesitantly opens her mouth and leans forward to close her lips around the fork. Crowley slides it away and watches as Margot closes her eyes and groans at the wonderful flavors that explode across her tongue. The noises she makes are absolutely orgasmic and Crowley cheers in his mind that he is the first to be able to make those sounds come from his beautiful contract.
The rest of the tiramisu is finished between them and soon Crowley is paying at the front register and the two are making their way out of the restaurant. The warm summer night is pleasant on Margot and she leans against the brick of the building to look at the sights around her. The city that they are in is busy but beautiful and she can not help but like it. It was so different from her tiny town.
"Time to go Darling," Crowley says and interrupts her thoughts about how different the place is from what she knows. Margot nods and steps into his space when he beckons her forward. That same almost too hot, roller coaster sensation surrounds her and when she opens her eyes the two of them are back in her home. Margot steps away from the demon and fully relaxes now that she is somewhere she knows.
"I, uh, had a good time. Thank you," Margot tells him with a shy smile. Crowley grins that soft smile back at her and reaches out to take her hand in his own. He brings it to his lips and carefully grazes them across the soft skin of her hand before gently letting go.
"We'll have to continue our game next month Margot. I'll see you then," he says with a wink and before the young woman can say anything, Crowley disappears leaving her in the empty house.
Now alone, she collapses on her old couch and covers her face with one of the decor pillows and squeals into it. That had honestly been one of the best nights she had ever had in her young life and she was excited to see what Crowley had in store next for her.