"Ok." she said.
"Alright then." he smiled and closed the distance between them. "Let's just seal this agreement with a kiss." he murmured and kissed her softly. Something stirred in her when he kissed her, and she found that she liked it. She closed her eyes and kissed him again, feeling his hand hand smooth up her back and into her hair, while the other snaked up to touch her chin.
When she opened her eyes, there were in a mansion.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"Somewhere more romantic." he said. "That gravel and field scene? A bit lackluster, don't you think?"
"I liked the knowing where I was part of it." she muttered, looking around.
He laughed. "It's alright, I promise I'll take you home tomorrow morning."
"Yeah, and charge me and arm for it probably."
"No charge, I swear." he said.
"Fine. So I suppose you want to make with the sex then?" she asked.
"I think you're missing the point of something being romantic." he commented. "I was thinking we'd do dinner first."
"Whatever you want." she said, and he took her hand, transporting them to a small Italian restaurant with Dean Martin's That's Amore playing.
"Much better. Do you like wine?" he asked.
"Sure, I like Chardonnay." she offered.
"Wonderful." he said, and ordered them some. "What would you like to eat?"
"I'll take some fetticini alfredo." she smiled in spite of herself. He ordered Manicotti for himself. "So where are we now?"
"New York." he chucked. "But still romantic, don't you think?"
"I will admit, the atmosphere is very nice."
"I was thinking dancing after dinner." he said.
"These clothes aren't much for dancing." she joked.
"That's very true. Allow me to solve this problem." he pulled out his phone and within a few minutes a man appeared with a box. "I guessed your measurements, love, hopefully it fits." he said.
She took the box to the restroom and inside the box was a soft pink colored cocktail dress with flowers embroidered on one shoulder. It fit perfectly.
"You must be good at guessing." she commented as she rejoined him.
"I appreciate a lady's curves." he smirked. "I do hope you like pink?"
"Yeah." she smiled. "I do like pink, or at least, this pink."
The waiter appeared with their food not a moment later and the demon simply turned to her and said, "Tuck in."
"Mmm..." she said as she took her first bite. "This is seriously good."
"Would I take you someplace that wasn't?"
"I barely know you." she laughed. "How would I know that?"
"Speaking of which, I wanted to ask you; why did you decide to go with me? By all rights you should hate me for killing your friends."
"For one thing, I only just met them a week ago. And for another...I don't know. I guess...I guess I just have problems or something." She shook her head. "That and I was curious."
"Curious?"
"Well...I guess for someone who has nothing to live for the proposition of having something is...intriguing. Even if it's just for one night."
"I will give you that. So you really think you have nothing?"
"I think that I am nothing. I just sort of float along with the tide. I feel nothing, and do nothing to contribute. I just exist."
"There you go saying you 'just exist'. Hasn't anyone or anything ever made you feel otherwise?" the demon leaned in.
"Well...there was one guy back in high school. We only dated through the summer, but I thought I was in love with him. Only to discover he was cheating on me with two other girls. I was crushed." she looked at her feet. "Around the same time my foster parents sent me on to a different house and a different school. I sort of promised myself that I wouldn't get that attached again."
"Because a rock feels no pain?" he was sarcastic.
"Guess so." She took a sip of wine. "It's like I forgot how to feel anything."
"Well let me help you remember." They'd finished eating, so he took her hand and guided her up to the dance floor. "Please tell me you know how to dance?"
"Nothing fancy, but I know how to slow dance." she said.
"Good enough." he smiled, and put one hand on her hip, and took her other hand in his.
"So...what's your name anyways?" she asked.
"Why do you need to know it so you can scream it later?" he joked.
"Sure." she rolled her eyes.
"They call me Crowley."
"My name's Harley." she said.
"Harley." It sounded like he was tasting the word. "I like it."
"So what made you decide to spare me?"
"You seemed different than the others." he shrugged. "Gorgeous...not an idiot...the list goes on and on."
"You think I'm gorgeous?"
"You don't? Darling, you really do have problems." he twirled her.
"Well, you're still dancing with me."
"That's because I have problems too." he pulled her up to him so that they were touching chests and kissed her. She felt a smile play across her lips, thus sparking one from him.
"You really know how to woo a woman." she teased against his lips.
"The Scottish accent does half the work." he assured her.
"That does help." she grinned, looking into his brown eyes. They were filled with a gentle humor you wouldn't expect out of a demon. Warm, too. He looked at her in a way that no one else ever had; with an interest that no one else had ever taken and she felt like she could fly.
"You know something?" he asked, as the accordion music swelled, "You really are beautiful."
"I don't know about that." she blushed. "I've never thought of myself as special."
"No." he insisted. "There's something about you when you smile."
"You really think so?"
"Really."
"You're not just saying it to get in my pants or something?"
"No. In fact, if you don't want to have sex, we won't." he said. "Love and sex...well, they're not the same thing. Love is the part that comes after the sex. The holding each other, talking about life, and just feeling together." He shrugged. "Sex is all well and good, and fun, but love is much more than sex."
"You know, you're a lot nicer than I expected you to be after killing the people I was with..."
"Yeah, well, I just really hate idiots, and I don't get the feeling you're an idiot."
"The fact that I'm here should tell you I am."
"No, sweetheart, you're not stupid like they are. They're like cattle. You're desperate, but you're not stupid."
"Yeah," she looked at her shoes, "I suppose you're right."
"I guess I just wondered what could make you feel so empty. I mean, you're smart, and you're careful, but you just seemed so...lost."
Tears sprang to her eyes, and she bid herself not to cry and act like a fifteen year old girl.
"So I decided I wanted to find you." His hand left her hip and lifted her chin up. "Teach you what it is to feel again." he kissed her softly.
"So I'm just a girl that needs saving?" she asked.
"Not unless you think you are." his eyes were kind. "I'm just saying I want to show you the world. Shining, shimmering, splendid."
"So show me then." she said, smiling in spite of her watering eyes.
"All right then. Close your eyes, and I'll take you on a magic carpet ride." he said and she obeyed, wondering where he'd whisk them off next.