Author's Note: I really, really hate the way forces you to not indent your paragraphs. :/

It was two years before Harley would see him again.
She was living in Mexico now, and making her way through odd jobs. She and her roommate Maria had gone down to Mexico to visit Maria's family and never left. They'd gotten an apartment in Maria's aunt's rundown apartment complex, and Harley didn't think she'd ever leave. No one checked on whether or not she belonged there, and frankly she doubted anyone cared.
"Usually it isn't an American living illegally in Mexico." Maria had laughed. "So I doubt they'll even think to check on your papers."
And so they still hadn't when Harley found herself sitting in the apartment alone, Maria at work. It was late, but Maria was working third shift so she wouldn't be home until midmorning at least. Harley was in bed half asleep when she heard the sound of huge dogs barking outside their window. Nobody had dogs around here, and they sounded exceptionally frightening. She sat up staring into the darkness in a dead horror she couldn't explain.
"It can't be." she murmured, a word from that class she took hanging off her lips. "Hellhounds." But he had promised she'd walk away alive...that it didn't cost anything. Harley leaped from her bed, ran to the crappy little kitchen, and began pouring salt lines by the windows when the door was ripped open by a massive dog.
It was all twisted and horrifying, like nothing she could possibly imagine. It was jet black with fierce red eyes and what seemed to be endless amounts of teeth. Its claws were impossibly gnarled and cruel, and she backed away in horror, knowing this was the end. It paused to snarl, crushing the door as it eyed her.
"Oh please..." she whispered to no one in particular, when the lights flickered and she closed her eyes, preparing herself for the worst.
"Hello, Darling." she recognized the smooth voice and her eyes snapped open. Crowley gave her a quick smile before turning to the dog. "Down boy." he said, and the dog backed off.
"You...I don't understand." she said, still trembling from her near-death experience.
"I'm here to save your life." he said, holding his arms out dramatically.
"But...isn't it your...why does it need saving?" she asked. "When we made that deal...my life didn't hang in the balance. Or my soul rather."
"No, but we made another deal."
"Since...why don't I remember this?" she snapped. "Did you drug me or something?"
"No, no, love it's nothing like that." he sighed. "In fact, I didn't realize I'd have to collect your soul."
"But...but how? How could I make a deal and not know?" she asked.
"Don't feel bad, thousands of people made the same mistake that you did." He put a hand on her shoulder. "You didn't read the Terms of Agreement."
"For what?"
"iTunes." Her jaw dropped at this.
"This is a joke, right?"
"I wish it was." he said solemnly. "At least, I assume you wouldn't sell your soul for 99 cent songs if you had read the Terms of Agreement."
"You...what was this like some kind of evil demon plan?"
"Yes. It only just barely worked too. If one less person had signed up I couldn't be King of the Crossroads."
"What is this some kind of contest?" she demanded.
"No, it's a real title, love. It makes you a big deal, Down Under, if you know what I mean. But I didn't know that your soul was in the balance too." He ran a hand through his hair.
"So you're telling me if you don't collect my soul you don't get the major Hellspawn title?" she couldn't meet his gaze.
"That's exactly right." He wasn't looking at her either.
"What happens if you don't get it?"
"I have to come up with another way to get ten thousand souls to make a deal with me on the same day. Not an easy task. In fact, if you'd signed up a day before or later you wouldn't be...so necessary."
"So what now? You gonna kill me then, or call back your puppy?"
"Haven't decided." he said. "I don't want to kill you...but this is a big break for me. It sounds stupid, but it makes my existence so much less miserable. But of course if I follow through with it...it makes yours incredibly miserable."
"And so you're debating whether or not you care about that." she said.
"Bingo."
"I see...well don't expect any advice from me. After all, I'm a little biased." she scowled.
"I thought you didn't care about whether you lived or died. I thought you were just, how did you put it? Existing."
"Yeah and I'd rather continue it on Earth instead of Hell, thanks." Harley retorted.
He chuckled. "So you actually care what happens to you now then?"
"Yes." She thought of Maria, and Maria's family. All of those kids she'd come to know the names of, and her neighbors, and how they were just existing too.
And suddenly she became horrified to think about not seeing them all at the same times every day or every week. She thought about all of those nights where she and Maria would go and see those children of Maria's aunt, and how sometimes she herself would go alone. Tears came to her eyes. They all would scream her name when she arrived, and tackle her. To think of that as being gone...the thought was almost unbearable. "I do care what happens to me now." She felt the tears slip past her eyes to trickle down her cheeks. She wiped at them angrily, and he wrapped his arms around her and sighed.
"So tell me, what is it that changed your mind? I mean, what brought you to Mexico?"
"Nothing at all. I came down here on a whim with my roommate and we never left." she said. "Maria has family down here...she wanted to see them and she invited me along. I guess I never thought I'd grow to love them like this." she said, sniffling in spite of herself. "And my neighbors here...they're all just like me. Just living. If something happens, it happens, but until then we'll all just live here together."
"So you've found some people to love." he said. "I see."
"It sounds stupid." she agreed but he shook his head.
"Naw, it sounds like the best thing that can happen to a person. I might be a businessman through and through but that doesn't sound like a stupid thing to me. People will do crazy things for the people they care about...so I suppose that's why I'll let you live. I'll give up my title and try again."
"You...will?"
"What can I say? I've got a soft spot for you, kid." he ran a hand through her hair. "So in all this time in Mexico, did you ever find a man to take your fancy?" He was teasing her now.
"No, I...I couldn't get someone else out of my head." she said.
"Oh?" She pulled his head down to hers and kissed him, hard. "Oh." He said, smiling as he leaned forward to kiss her again.
She let all of those sleepless nights of wondering whether she'd ever see him again out in the form of heated passion as she attacked his lips. He didn't seem to mind in the slightest, backing them into her room, and laying back onto her bed and pulling her on top of him.
She pressed him into the tousled sheets as she kept kissing him. Her hands roamed, and began unbuttoning his coat. He sat up so she could tug it off of him and undid his tie for her. He slid her pajama shirt off of her, and kissed the space between her breasts, reverently. She finally unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his flesh to the cool desert air. He undid her bra, and ran his hands over her. She laughed as he flipped her over and went for her pajama pants. She was down to her panties now as she wrestled his slacks off.
Both down to their underwear, she flipped them again, straddling him and rubbing their clothed bodies together. She smirked as she could tell he was getting excited, and he responded by kissing the smirk off her face and running his fingers teasingly through the straps on her panties. Finally she climbed off of him to pull his boxers down and he stripped the last piece of clothing off of her as well.
When they met again, it started out slow until it raised into a symphony. They moved together like a storm, until each began to lose control and they were derailed by the pleasure coursing through their bodies. She gasped as it hit her, and spasmed through her like she'd been struck by lightning. He moaned himself as it took him by force too, and they were both left panting and exhausted by the galestorm of their own passion.
She laughed at her own delight, and he smiled with her, and they lay together in a happy kind of silence.
"You know, I should probably fix that door before Maria gets home." She commented, as she lay in his arms.
"I'll order some no life demon to do it."
"Oh, ho, but you're not the King of the Crossroads yet." She told him and he groaned.
"I suppose you're right." He sighed. "Be right back." He vanished and reappeared in a few seconds.
"I fixed the door." He said.
"But how-?"
"Demon, remember?" he kissed her again and she giggled.
"Guess so." She closed her eyes and relaxed in his warm embrace.
"It has its perks." He said, and closed his own eyes.
"Mmm…" she said sleepily, losing her cognitive abilities to weariness. He kissed her head one last time before they drifted off to sleep.