As the months passed, Crowley and Magot continued to meet once a month. They learned more about each other and Margot hated to say that she had begun to have feelings for the Crossroad demon. He made her laugh and feel good about herself whenever he popped in and said hello just as he said he would.
The two of them had picked up their game of 20 questions and Margot had learned that his favorite color was black, which had not surprised her, he had had a beautiful wife who had died in childbirth back when he was still alive, and that he enjoyed all kinds of music as long as it was not rap or country. Crowley had actually told her he preferred operas and musicals but as time went on he had wanted to branch out.
Crowley had learned that her favorite color was green, she loved sitting outside and just enjoying the grass tickling her skin while she read, she had never had the chance to have a boyfriend because all the kids in school had thought her weird since she was not as outgoing as them, and that she had always wanted to visit Australia because she loved the accents there.
When Crowley showed up at her place, they mostly did what he had wanted to do. He had taken her to some extremely high class restaurants and had even taken her to his personal tailor. The woman happened to be a rather young demon who had worked as a seamstress all her human life until she had sold her soul to Crowley for an extra ten years. She had been nice for a demon, Margot thought, and the two girls had happily talked shop while Crowley waited for her outside the dressing room.
However, there had also been days where Crowley had wanted to do nothing but stay inside her humble little house and watch her cook dinner. He would say a few hours, ranting and raving to her about the idiots who ran Hell, and would sit in for a movie or two that Margot wanted to show him. His favorites so far were classic slasher movies like Friday the 13th and Nightmare on Elm Street. Margot had tried to get him to watch Hellraiser, but he had refused saying the movie was far too brash for his tastes.
The human and demon had somehow become extremely unlikely friends, something that neither of them had thought would happen. Today was the one year anniversary of Margot selling her soul to the demon. She could not help the excitement that bloomed in her chest at the thought of seeing the handsome man again. He had told her that he would be there bright and early to spend the day with her doing whatever they wanted.
The young woman had gotten up early to cook herself a small breakfast and to shower. She no longer had problems going anywhere in the house. While the memories of her and her mother were always there, new ones had begun to take over as she spent more time with Crowley.
As Margot bustled around her kitchen, she smelt the familiar scent of sulfur that Crowley always had with him when he popped in. A laugh was startled out of her when Crowley was suddenly behind her and had put his arms around her waist and his chin rested on top of her head. His usual black button up was rolled up to his elbows and she swatted at a wandering hand that went a little too close to her upper thigh.
"Miss me Kitten?" he all but purred in her ear and Margot blushed bright. She had become used to the way that the demon flirted with her, but it still never failed to bring a flush to her cheeks. He glanced down at the eggs she was currently scrambling and made a face at them. If she had just waited then he could have taken her out to eat at a nice breakfast nook he knew about in New York City.
"Not at all," Margot joked then snorted in laughter when Crowley gave her an affronted look. She rolled her eyes at him and moved so that she could give his cheek a peck, "Of course I missed you dunderhead," she tells him and Crowley grumbles at the mean name she calls him.
In the last few months, the two of them had become just a bit more physical with their affections. While it never went to the level of their first kiss, Margot had been known to drop a kiss on his cheek every now and then. Crowley in turn would hold her close and kiss the top of her head before he left back to Hell. Margot liked the system they had and she vowed not to ruin it by opening up and telling the demon about the feelings she had for him.
"You know I could have taken you some place for breakfast?" Crowley voices his previous thoughts and feels Margot shrug under his weight. He rolls his eyes at her attitude then tugs her away from the stove, "We still have time if you just throw that mess out."
"I'm not wasting food, Crowley," she admonished him and forced herself out of the comfortable cage of his arms so she can get back to her eggs. She would have been rather upset if he made her burn her breakfast, "I would not say no to you bringing back a cup of tea from that one place we went to though. The one in Colorado?"
Margot hears Crowley sigh dramatically and does not turn around. She knows that he is left with the strong scent of sulfur that wafts up to her nose. A grin stretches across her face at the knowledge that Crowley had left for a cup of her favorite tea just because she asked him for it.
When Crowley reappears, he has a togo cup in each hand. He reaches around her to set her matcha milk tea by the stove and Margot turns to give him a brilliant grin, "Thank you," she says and turns back to her stove to turn it off. She removes the eggs from the pan onto her plate and places her bacon and toast alongside them. She then grabs her tea and settles down at her dining table to enjoy her breakfast.
"The things I do for you," Crowley says to her and kisses the top of her hair then sits in the chair across from her. They are quiet while Margot eats and neither speak up until she is rinsing her dishes off.
"What's on the agenda today love?" Crowley asks her then takes a sip of his own coffee while he waits for her to answer him. Against his will, he had begun to care about his contract and as the human months passed by he knew he had let his connection to her blossom into something he had no right to. Margot had become something far more than just a beautiful soul that he would one day take for himself. She was the closest thing to a friend that he had, and Crowley wanted more every time he came around her.
"Thought maybe we could stay in today? Watch movies then go out to dinner?" Margot suggested and Crowley nibbled at his bottom lip as he thought. It did not sound that bad honestly. A day in with his favorite human sounded wonderful actually, but he also wanted to do something nice for her today.
"I want to surprise you tonight." Crowley suddenly announces to her and sweeps into her personal space so that he can tilt her chin up and look down at her. He sees Margot's lips just barely turn up at the corners and knows that she would do anything for him in that moment, "Let us go enjoy a night out. Blow everyone away with how lovely you will be for me." His enthusiasm is still present as he speaks but Crowley has quieted down to nothing but a whisper. He cradles her face in his hand and reaches up to slowly swipe his thumb across her plump bottom lip. Christ did he want to feel those lips of hers on his once again.
"We can do that," Margot breaths out and as Crowley sends her that beautiful soft smile of his, she thinks that he might kiss her again. She has wanted him for so long now and she did not know how much longer she would be able to not take the next step. She would do anything for the demon who owned her soul and had somehow stolen her heart.
"Brilliant then. I'll leave at five this evening and be back at six for you," Crowley says and clears his throat before stepping away from her. Not yet. He had to wait for the perfect moment. A plan forms in his mind and he dearly hopes that what he has planned will be enough to have Margot swooning into his arms.
"Sounds like a plan then," Is all Margot says to cover up her disappointment of him not kissing her. She grins uncertainty at him and suddenly feels as nervous as she did when they had gone on their first date a year ago. In an effort to dispel the awkward air, Margot walks past him and kneels on the floor in front of her Tv then begins to go through the movies she had picked out the other day.
"Would you like to start the next Friday the 13th movie?" She asks him and is already putting the DVD inside the player before he has time to answer. Margot knows that he will want to watch it. She had talked up how much the eighth Jason movie was her favorite the last time they had stayed in to watch the previous movie. When she turns, she finds that he has already kicked off his shoes and is relaxed on the couch.
"Come here Kitten," Crowley orders and Margot happily prances over to the demon lounging on her sofa. His arm is raised for her to cuddle up to him and she relaxes into his side then presses play on the movie.
The two of them watch as a house boat comes into view and a young couple appears on screen. Margot has seen this enough times that she knows when Jason boards the boat to kill the couple with a small harpoon gun. They watch the movie in comforting silence until the two main characters reach Manhattan. The couple are walking around when the girl sees Jason in the distance and begins to run. Margot can not help the peals of laughter she lets out when Jason stomps after the couple and kicks the punk's jukebox into the air. It is her favorite part of the movie and Crowley sits there watching his beautiful creature double over in giggles and refuses to look away. She was wonderful in his eyes.
Crowley holds her close when she calms back down and tightens his grip when she jumps at the horrifying scene where the masked killer has his face melted off by a bucket of acid. Margot makes a disgusted sound but does not speak again until the movie is over and she has risen from where he had been holding her tight against his chest.
"How'd you like it?" She asks him and a huge grin stretches her face. She knows that is one of the more ridiculous Friday the 13th movies but it is her favorite since it never fails to make her laugh.
"It was..interesting to say the least," Crowley admits and snickers at the look on her face. He watches her rise from the couch and stretch her arms above her head. He feels his mouth go dry at the sliver of pale skin that peeks out from between her shirt and pajama bottoms. He wants to run his hands all along that pale, beautiful skin. Wants to suck bruises and leave bite marks so that whoever looked would know who she belonged to.
Crowley's hands ache with want to be able to touch her. Instead he sits back into the worn down couch and watches her head down the hall to go to the bathroom. He rubs his hand across his face and breaths out a heavy sigh. He should have never gotten this close to his wonderful contract. But now that he had, he knew that there was no way that he would step away. Margot was his and he would make sure that it stayed that way.
Coming back from her quick bathroom break, Margot stops when she sees the unhappy expression marring Crowley's face. He looks like someone had pissed in his cheerios. She takes a few steps closer and tentatively asks what is wrong.
"Are you alright?" Her question must jerk him from his train of thought and the negative emotions slide away from his face to be replaced with that soft smile of his.
"Yes, Love. Everything is fine. Fancy another movie?" He asks and she can tell that he is avoiding the subject but decides to drop it. If Crowley did not want to talk about it then she would not pester him about it.
"Sure. What are you feeling up to?" she asks instead and meanders her way over to the stack of movies once more. She looks over her shoulder at Crowley to see that he has leaned forward and cocks a brow at her.
"Something terrifying Darling," he purrs at her and grins nastily. He likes the way her face flushes and her heart beat picks up and his grin turns downright devilish. Margot quickly turns away from him and begins shuffling through her movies just to find something to do that would not lead her looking at Crowley. She finally holds up a movie that still scares her as an adult.
"I don't have many really scary movies. The best I have is the first Saw," Margot says with a shrug. Crowley nods and gestures for her to pop the movie in then come back to the couch with him. Instead of curling up with him as she did with the Friday the 13th movie, Margot retrieves a blanket that hangs on the back of her recliner. She shakes it out then curls up near but not quite touching Crowley.
Crowley wonders just what the hell happened in the span of five minutes that has Margot sitting away from him and not curled up by his side like usual. This had not gone how he had wanted it to. The demon had wanted Margot clinging to him throughout what she called a scary movie. Not sitting away from him curled up in some damn blanket. He glares at the space that separates them and with a flick of his finger he has Margot sliding back his way into her usual spot.
"Crowley, what the hell?" Margot exclaims and sends the man a glare. She had wanted to curl up in the blanket by herself since that was what she had always done when she watched this damn movie. It made her feel safer tucked inside the warm cocoon of the blanket that her late grandmother had made for her mom. It was thick and a little itchy but it felt like home to her.
The King of the Crossroads says nothing to his contract and only holds her closer to him through the blanket. He looks back her way once when she lets out an explosive sigh and curls up against his side like he wanted her to do. He feels her shift every now and then and he finally snaps and whips his head in her direction. She had been moving far too much and the last elbow to his rib way enough.
"Stop moving," Crowley snarls at her with bared teeth and Margot quickly stills her movements. She did not want to upset the demon any further. She had no idea what she had done to piss him off in the first place. She was only trying to get comfortable enough to get this movie over with.
The two of them sat through the gruesome movie and Margot took the chance to huddle into Crowley's side whenever something grossed her out a little too much. The demon seemed to be engrossed in the movie and Margot did not know how. It was a disgusting, terrifying movie and it makes her wonder if Crowley had ever done anything like this in Hell. The thought makes her feel even more squeamish and she quickly banishes it. She did not want to think about the man she was pretty damn sure she loved going all Jigsaw on some poor, unfortunate soul.
By the time the movie was over, Margot took another quick bathroom break then wandered into her kitchen. Crowley appeared before she could even look at what she had stowed away in her pantry. He scooped her up against her chest and pressed his face in the crook between her shoulder and neck. Margot stood as still as a statue as she tried to comprehend what the demon was playing at.
She soon feels him sag against her and his hands rub small circles in her upper arms. She can't help but relax with him as they let whatever tension held between them flow away. She feels him rise and the warm air is rushing past her.
"I must apologize for the way I yelled at you Love," Crowley murmurs against her ear and she shivers at his hot breath passing over the sensitive shell. He pulls her impossibly closer and Margot leans her head back to rest against his shoulder. His lips hover above her throat and Crowley desperately wants to close those few inches and press hot kisses against that pale expanse of skin. Instead he breaths harshly through his nose and pulls back so that he can whisper in her ear once more.
"Go get dress Doll. We are going out for lunch," He tells her and Margot nods in acceptance before slowly pulling away. She misses the lack of warmth immediately but quickly makes her way to her bedroom to change out of her pajamas and into a pair of skinny black slacks and a loose grey top. Crowley had bought her both items of clothing along with the black ankle high boots she slips on next. Lastly she reshens up her face and slings her hair into a low messy bun, letting her bangs frame her face just the way she likes them to.
When she finally comes out of her bedroom, she sees that Crowley is already dressed to leave. She does not ask where they are going, he never tells her anyways, and simply walks into his space and lets him teleport the two of them wherever he is wanting to go. After the second time of him never telling her anything, Margot had stopped asking. It was always good regardless of where they went.
"Open your eyes," Crowley rumbled in her ear and Margot quickly did as suggested. She gasps at what she sees and can not help but to throw her arms around Crowley in a tight hug. He had taken them to Paris of all places for lunch. They had already been there once, but it had been so dark and late that Margot had not had the opportunity to take everything in. It had not helped that she had been sick the day Crowley had decided to drop in and spirit themselves all the way to Paris.
"Oh it is beautiful," Margot exclaimes and pulls away from the handsome demon to truly take in the sights around her. The sun shone high in the sky and she basked in the warmth that it provided against the chilly air that blew past her every now and then. She feels more than sees Crowley step around her then he grasps her arm around his so that he can lead her to where he wants to take them.
The two of them end up at a small sandwich shop that is more than happy to serve the soup of the day along with a fresh loaf of delicious bread. Crowley watches as she groans around each savory mouthful of food and lets his mind wander. He imagines himself being able to make those kinds of sounds fall from Margot's beautiful lips as he worships every inch of her body. He would take her slow and careful, make her beg for what he would willingly give.
Crowley's dirty thoughts are interrupted when a piece of bread is suddenly in his face and Margot is looking at him with such earnestness that there is no way he is going to back away from being fed by her. He makes sure that when he takes the small piece of buttery, savory bread in his mouth that his lips just barey graze against the soft skin of the fingers holding it. Crowley can't help his grin when Margot jerks her hand away and her face blushes bright red. He unfortunately does not get hand fed again, but the sounds that she makes are more than enough to make up for it.
"Let me take you around Love. Let you see the sights before I take you back home," Crowley says after he is sure that his beautiful contract has finished eating. Margot smiles happily at him and lets him hold most of her weight as they leave the small cafe.
For the next few hours, the unusual pair sightsee and Margot captures a few rather good pictures of the Eiffel Tower and Notre-Dame. She had gotten close enough to capture a lovely photo of the stained glass in the massive church. As the day wore on, Crowley began to notice that his human had begun to tire.
Crowley had seen her smother several yawns as they walked and he gave her no warning when he pulled her close and sent them back to her modest home in Virginia. Margot yelped at the sudden stomach dropping feeling and clutched at her demon even when she knew they were back on solid ground. Crowley left his arms around her and grinned when she blushed bright at him.
"You should take a small siesta before I come back for you tonight Darling," Crowley tells her and Margot tiredly agrees. The food from the cafe had warmed her from the chilly air but had left her far more tired than she thought she was. A good nap sounded perfect right now.
However, Margot was reluctant to leave the comfort of her demon's arms. He had them wrapped perfectly around her and she could easily fall asleep just like this if they had not been sanding. Her hand reaches out and clutches at the sleeve of his thick overcoat, "Stay for a little bit?" She whispers to him and Crowley can only say yes. He would not leave her if she did not wish him to. He could stay until she fell asleep.
With no effort, Crowley bent and swept Margot into his arm. Her head lay on her chest and he did not want to put her down by the time they made it into her bedroom. She was half asleep in his arms and she still clutched at his jacket as he laid her on the bed. Carefully, Crowley tugged free then pulled her black boots off to lay them by her bed. While he did not want to leave her, Margot had become dead to the world and Crowley had to get a few things together before their big night tonight.
Before he disappeared, the King of the Crossroads kneeled down so that he was eye level with his young contract. He reaches out and smooths her bangs away from her face then leans forward to place a soft kiss against the corner of her mouth. As he stood and teleported himself away, Crowley planned to do much more than that to her tonight.