Yes two chapters in one night ! I caught the writing bug and decided to put it to good use.

Chapter Seven : Pleasure and Chaos

Grace frowned as Crowley and she appeared in a heavily wooded area. They were on a hilly landscape overlooking a heavily populated city. The city lights were shimmering in the distance.

Crowley stepped away from Grace saying nothing as he reached up straightening his tie.

She glanced over at him once she got over the slight shock of teleporting. "I really hate it when you do that. Could you at least start giving me a warning before you decide to zap us up and drop us off somewhere."

He smirked amused by her annoyed reaction. He could admit that he liked irritating her, yanking her chain. It sounded so cliché but she looked sexy when she was angry. Her face flushed, her eyes darkened, her breathing hitched, her lips parted. He found it pretty erotic.

He walked over to her and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek as he spoke. "Sorry Gracie, but we had to disappear before the functioning morons got any bright ideas. Especially now that they have the ammo for the colt."

She nodded her head not really wanting to admit that he had a good point. He got her to link her arm in his as they walked closer to the edge of the hill. "I thought you would enjoy the view."

She twisted her mouth trying not to smile. He was right, the view was beautiful. Part of her wanted to discuss the kiss that they'd shared back at the mansion. The fact that this completely changed everything between them.

She couldn't find the right words to express how she felt though. Her perception of Crowley had changed so much over the past few days. Yes was an asshole and an evil jackass, but he underneath all of that he had treated her with such kindness, such love. She felt safe when she was with him. He made her feel like everything just might turn out okay. Like she shouldn't be as scared as she was about the future. Like as long as she was with him everything might just be okay.

Crowley glanced over at the woman beside him thankful to see that she did seem to be enjoying the view. She had finally dropped that feigned unimpressed look from her face and now had a slight smile on her face. It pleased him to see her smile. Especially considering she had been so depressed over the past two days.

He took note of her ratty cardigan once again as he rolled his eyes. He really needed to provide her with a better wardrobe. The future queen of hell should be wearing nicer clothing.

"We won't be able to go back to the mansion." Crowley blurted out causing her to give him a look of confusion.

He spoke up explaining the reason they wouldn't be able to return to their former home. "It's not safe there any longer. Especially if anyone realizes that we gave the Winchesters the colt. I'm about to clear the place out."

She frowned wanting to ask him how he was going to clear the place out if they were all the way up on some hilltop in some city that she didn't recognize.

He snapped his fingers ignoring her puzzled look. He hesitantly leaned over brushing his lips over hers afraid that she would pull away from him. He was relieved as she leaned into the kiss intensifying it.

Everything would be okay.

Grace had to admit that the new house was beautiful. It was a very large adobe ranch style house out in the middle of the Nevada desert. There were no neighbors for miles.

The inside of the house was decorated just as extravagantly as the mansion had been. Oriental rugs covering the hard wood floors large paintings on the walls, antiques spread through out the house. High ceilings, plenty of fireplaces, large windows that made the sights of the desert perfectly viewable.

Grace had quickly realized that Crowley enjoyed being able to live well. Though they had very little staff here. The staff they had were all human beings, just a maid, a chauffeur, and Crowley's own personal tailor.

The staff lived out in a separate little building not far from the house. A servants quarters... or at least Grace guessed that's was what it was referred to as.

They had only been here for three days.

Crowley and Grace lay up on the mahogany king size bed in the large master bedroom. Grace rested close against Crowley as they sat up on the bed flipping through the book he was holding.

He had his arm wrapped protectively around her as she rested against him, the book sitting in their laps, in between them.

She looked down at the picture of the bright green hilly landscape Crowley was pointing at. He spoke up sighing. "This was where I lived when I was alive. Of course it was quite different back then. Less populated, less built up."

They had been flipping through a large book about Scotland for the past hour. Crowley was surprised that he was so comfortable revealing these details about his past life to Grace. He assumed he felt comfortable doing so because he knew that she would never betray him by revealing all of these secrets about his human life to anyone.

He paused for a moment happy to see that she was so interested in what he was telling her. She listened so intently to every word he said. He spoke up again looking back down at the photo. "Life was difficult back then of course. The English had raids upon our land almost monthly, people died constantly from these raids. My father died when I was just a lad, about seven I think. He was killed in a fire after he died I had no one left to protect me from my mother. My mother beat the daylights out of me for every little imagined infraction I committed against her. She wasn't a drunk...she was just cruel. I had no other siblings you see...I was the only punching bag around. She was frustrated that she was unable to find a new spouse. She was a witch it didn't go over well in our village of course.."

Grace looked up at him noticing that the look on his face. It was a cross between anger and sadness. He had a far away look in his eyes as though he was struggling to remember everything. He looked as though it was painful for him to remember all of this.

She was tempted to tell him that he didn't have to tell her all of this if it upset him so much, but she could admit that she was curious about his past. She was thankful that he was willing to tell her all of this without her having to even ask him.

She cleared her throat a little amazed about what he'd just told her about his mother. Then again if there were demons then there was a possibility for so many other creatures or beings to exist. "A witch ?"

"Yes. She taught me quite a bit. When she was in a good mood."He replied.

He spoke up again letting out a sigh. "I was married when I was fifteen...to a local girl. She was a local farmers youngest child. The marriage was arranged by our mothers, we had never even met before we married. She was a sweet girl, kindhearted, bright. I had to learn a trade, so I became a tailor. I wasn't a great tailor...I was pretty horrible, but it brought a little money home at least. We had a child, a boy...Gavin was his name. My wife didn't live very long after he was born...she became ill when a sickness swept its way through our village. I wasn't a great father...I was afraid of becoming like my mother...and the boy he grew to be so rebellious."

He stopped letting out a deep breath as he glanced down at her to see that she was still listening not judging him. He continued his story not wanting to look at her as he admitted what a bad father he had been. "Gavin and I...as the boy got older, we grew to hate one another. We despised each other so much, he was so out of control and I couldn't handle him...he began to steal from me...he disrespected me so much as a father. He thought that my job was demeaning...he was angry that I wasn't a great man like his friends fathers...a warrior. He was angry that I wasn't as wealthy as some of the other men in our village...that we were so poor. He ran off when he was about thirteen...I never saw him again after that. I became a drunk after he left, spending most of my time with the alcohol and women. I heard long after I had died, that my son had taken a ship to the Americas...the ship sank, all the men aboard perished. "

She took him by surprise as she leaned up pressing a kiss to his cheek. He was thankful that she didn't hate him, didn't think he was a horrible person for hating his own child.

She had no idea what to say to him, he had revealed so much to her, farther more than she had ever expected him to tell her about his human life.

He closed the book no longer wanting to think about his past. He placed it on the bedside table before he turned to face her.

She reached over pressing a gentle hand to his cheek and he couldn't help but to lean into her hand. He couldn't get over how she could touch him so gently and the way she was looking at him now. Such a look of compassion, no judgment.

There was no trace of hatred in her eyes. He was thankful that she wasn't giving him a look of pity. He hated the idea of anyone pitying him.

They hadn't discussed the change in their relationship at all. Crowley wasn't sure what he could say about the change. He felt such a strong fondness for her. It had been so long since anyone truly cared for him.

Grace wasn't sure how she felt about him. Just last week she would have said that she hated him, said that he was horrible.

Now though she felt so close to him, so protected, he made her feel happy. It was strange to feel happy in such a strange and unhappy situation.

The couple remained silent for a moment before Crowley pressed his lips to hers. The kiss started out soft and gentle but became intense quickly. He ran his hand down her side resting his hand at her hip.

He got her to lay back as he moved over her moving his kisses from her lips to her neck and down to her shoulder. He moved the strap of tank top over pressing a kiss to the skin below it. He moved down her body pushing the tank top up as he pressed kisses to her stomach.

He removed her shorts leaving her in her light pink cotton panties. He felt her tense up as he pressed a kiss to her hip. He looked up at her not helping but to question her. "Gracie how far have you...been with a man ?"

She looked down at him widening her eyes as she spoke up a little embarrassed. She spoke up trying to sound irritated and not mortified. "I've had sex thank you very much."

She remained silent for a moment so embarrassed to admit this to him "No one's ever...it's always just been plain intercourse...nothing else. Most of the guys I've been with thought doing... that was gross."

"Well it's not darling. Are you okay with me doing this ?" Crowley asked looking up at the anxious woman.

He bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from chuckling when she spoke up her cheeks flushing. "Will it feel good ?"

"Amazing. I want to do this for you, make you feel good. If you don't like it I'll stop." Crowley did his best to reassure her.

She nodded her head letting out a nervous sigh as she spoke. "Okay."

She laid back as he pressed another kiss to her hip, he moved his kisses down her thigh pressing a kiss to each of her thighs taking her by surprise as he reached up running a fingertip down her still clothed center. She shivered feeling him caress her in such an intimate place. She tensed a little as he hooked his fingers underneath her panties peeling the cotton off of her and down her legs before dropping the undergarments beside them.

He looked up at her giving her a reassuring look before he leaned down running his tongue up her center. She threw her head back letting out a soft gasp. She felt her hips rock forward as he continued to lap at her. She moved her hands frantically having no idea where to place them. She wanted to touch him, but she was so afraid if she touched him then he would stop.

She grasped the dark red sheets below them trying to keep her hands busy as he continued to move his tongue against her. She was thankful as he ran a hand up her body reaching over and taking one of her hands in his lacing their fingers together.

Grace felt her eyes roll up as he used his free hand against her moving his face back for a moment as he pressed his fingers against her. He looked up at her pleased to see her reactions. Her head was still thrown back and her lips were parted, soft breaths and little pleased noises slipping out between her lips.

He moved his head back down letting his tongue work with his fingers as she began to fully rock her hips against him getting lost in the pleasure.

After a long while she shot her hips up arching her back as she hit her climax. She let out a loud gasp followed by somewhat squeaky noises as he continued to lap against her, not moving his face until she finished riding out her high.

He moved his face away finally pressing a kiss to her thigh and then to her hip as he moved back up her body. She frowned when he pressed his lips against hers not helping but to think it was so strange tasting herself against his tongue.

She pulled away from the kiss letting out hesitant sound as she began to run her hand down his bare torso. She bit her bottom lip as she reached her destination cupping the large bulge in his boxers. Most guys would expect that she do something in return right ?

Crowley let out a low groan as she cupped him. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again spotting the look on her face. She looked so lost, afraid almost. It suddenly hit him just how inexperienced she really was.

He reached down taking her hand in his and moving it back up. He pressed a kiss to the top of her hand as he spoke. "You don't have to do anything that you aren't comfortable with Gracie."

She swallowed the lump in her throat as she responded to him. "I should though...most guys would want something in return right ?"

"You don't have to darling. I'll manage." Crowley told her even though he wanted nothing more than to slam into her at the moment.

She deserved better though, he reasoned through his lust filled brain. He wasn't going to force her to do anything she wasn't ready to do.

Grace let out a relieved sigh as she picked up her panties feeling awkward being this exposed in front of him. She slid them back on as he settled down beside her. He opened his arms to her allowing her to rest up against him.

He closed his eyes trying to ignore his hormones as he felt her relax against him. He knew that things would never be the same between them now. He had pushed things even farther. They both knew now that they could never be away from each other, and to tell the truth neither of them really minded.

Grace let out an irritated noise as she heard Crowley rustle the container he was holding once again. She shot him an irritated look. He was doing this on purpose.

He had been rustling that container of candy for the past hour making it impossible for her to take a proper nap.

She spoke up finally having enough. "I swear if you don't stop that I'm going to come over there and shove all those candies down your damn throat."

Crowley smirked amused by her reaction and her curses. "And to think I kiss that filthy mouth."

She rolled her eyes not having time to respond to him as they heard a high-pitched noise...the fire alarms were going off.

Crowley widened his eyes realizing that the house was quickly filling up with smoke. He snapped his fingers trying to teleport Grace and he out of danger, but nothing happened. Why couldn't he make them disappear ?

He stood up from his desk chair going to over to Grace taking her hand in his as he tried to lead them out of the smoke-filled house.

Grace let out a scream as someone grabbed her from behind causing her hand to rip away from Crowley's. Crowley moved back trying to find Grace startled by her scream. He shouted out her name hearing nothing in response. He began to cough unable to see through the smoke-filled house. He reached out feeling for her realizing that she was no where around.

He heard a pained scream as he moved farther through the house. He stopped feeling bile rise in his throat as he spotted three demons surrounding his tailor. They were ripping into him pulling his limbs straight off his body, biting his flesh and swallowing the bloody chunks of flesh.

Crowley moved away making his way to the opened front door. He moved away from the house as he began to scream. "Grace ! Grace were are you !"

He felt a chill run down his spine as he spotted something, a note. It was lying on the ground a rock sitting on top of it.

He looked down at the note feeling rage spread throughout his body as he spotted the messy handwriting: Looks like she's mine now, Come and get her -Eli.