Chapter 14: The King of Hell's Lady

"South Charm" restaurant, Bâton Rouge

Miria looked at her reflexion in the mirror of the restaurant's restroom. She was wearing a sleeveless black pencil dress which went under her knee, and was closed in her front side at chest level by several buttons disposed horizontally. Her very light blond hair was tied in a low breaded bun and she had put some eyeliner, a dark red lipstick as well as a red blush on in a very classy way. Her outfit did not scream first date at all, in fact it was a little too much but it was her way to incite herself to go on with her life. In any case, no matter what she did she always came up with the stiff attitude that went with military training. As she was washing her hands she smiled, David had been perfect in every way. He could be her next boyfriend after all; her sole reservation about him was that he was clueless about the supernatural world. When she raised her head and found the mirror again, he was behind her. The other demons called him Crowley but he always has been Roderick to her. As usual, he wore a perfect back suit and shirt brightened up this time by a navy blue tie.

-"So here is the human you have left me for, I have to say darling I am a little disappointed." His voice was playful like always but his eyes told her an entire different story. For a split second, Miria feared him for the first time in her life. Oh she wasn't stupid she had been careful around him, he was the king of Hell after all, but that was it. "You are beautiful as always."

-"I didn't leave you for him, you know the reasons why I ended our arrangement." She says eyes closed, holding on to the sink. 'I have to be strong and face him' she thought but before she did so he reacted.

-"Our arrangement!" He almost shouts as he presses himself to Miria whose eyes opened widely. She had to contain a moan at the feeling of him so she cursed her own body for betraying her. "Miria, Miria, my angel" he says almost like a prayer, "the most sacred link can come out of a contract, I would know as an ex-crossroad demon.''

-"Please stop!" she pleads with a trembling voice while she looks into his eyes through the mirror. He was still standing firmly against her but kept his hand to himself.

-"What have you done Miria? I cannot do anything but thing of you my hybrid, I feel sick, I..." he spats irritated as he places his hands on the edge of the sink, his arms on each side of her. "Tell me you don't feel it Miria." He now whispers lifting her dress inch by inch, caressing her skin so slightly that she thought that she was dreaming. 'So that what they mean when they speak of the devil upon your shoulder' she contemplated sadly. "Tell me you don't feel on edge as I barely touch you." He murmurs against her head his eyebrow arched. Now that her dress was on her hips, his hand went between her thighs only grazing her skin again. Miria freezes, she forbids herself to gaze at anything else but his eyes, like it will make all of this go away; however her body was already shivering and aching for his touch by now. His hand went south brushing her string, enough to make her feel her back arched a little and sent delightful sensation along her spine. Then she sensed his finger behind her underwear and she was lost. Her brain assailed her shamelessly with vivid memories of similar conjunction of events, and all she wanted was for him to take her right there and then. ''I need you my angel, come back." A moan escaped her lips as he brushed her sex again, so loud that it surprised her and she realised that anyone could enter at any seconds. Like David. He was still in the restaurant waiting for her to come back from the restroom. That was the cold shower she needed to fully come back to reality and push Roderick away.

-"Oh God!" she exclaims ashamed of herself as she fixed her dress with unsteady hands;

-"Don't reject me, you know how I can be when things don't go as I planned." He replies with a deadly cold voice.

-"I'm not some furniture which could belong to you Roderick." She shouts beyond angry not caring about the consequences;

-"I know you are so much more, you are a treasure." He answers with such honesty, however she knew he could be sweet ''I...love you Miria." But that for sure was a premiere. He had spatted the L word like he had cost him to say it, like it was an obscenity and was currently looking at Miria as he expected everything from her.

-"You don't understand! this is not about what I feel because I feel Roderick!" she says forcefully trying to make him understand. Her eyes filled with tears and she laughed humourlessly 'This show of feeling is so unlike us.' she thought, indeed they were usually in control and so closed up about their emotions.

-"You're not making any sense love." Crowley replies shaking his head;

-"Yes I do, you just don't want to hear it. I told you my reasons, I want a future and I don't want to look behind my shoulder for the rest of my life. Your crown put me in danger as well as what's left of my family, my kind [she closed her eyes in guilt], I know, not on purpose but it's a fact...Just, just look at where we are, and where my date is waiting for me, there is your proof." She swept away the lonely tear that was sliding on her cheek and walked to him. "Goodbye Roderick." she says stroking his shin tenderly before she left the soft luminosity of the restroom to join the bright light of the restaurant.

-"Goodbye my Lady." He whispered behind her and teleported himself away from the restaurant with the plan to curse the damn place and add the soul of Miria's date to his collection as only comfort.

Ending song: Mozart - Lacrimosa

AN: I wanted it to be poetic in some way; I really hope I have succeeded. For the ones who only like Klaro stuffs Crowley-Miria's story is necessary for the future of KC, be patient. Love and Peace!

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