Well, with this one we're getting a little closer to the cause of the M-rating... So be warned ... a little.
Also this chapter contains an annoying aunt and a flight to Europe. And other stuff... Oh, just read it yourself :D

Fiona placed the bag next to the bed and lay down for a minute, starting a staring-competition with the ceiling. "Two options for you" she said "first: you stay here and can't get out, second: you go and can't get in again." He didn't answer "I'd take it personally if you go."
Actually she wanted him to stay. Something deep inside her started to like this guy.

He sighed "Then I guess it's better for me to stay." As the demon's eyes met Fiona again she noticed the slight smirk on his face.

"Don't even think about it. You stay over there the night, I take the bed." She pointed at the couch and grabbed the bag with her clothes, leaving the room for a shower.

"Not my intention."

Fiona was pushed against the bed, Crowley's grip on her wrists and waist was tight enough to leave bruises, but loose enough not to hurt, at least she felt no pain. Her lips were pressed tight against his. He loosened the grip at her wrists, so that she was able to get free and open the buttons of his shirt.
After his pants followed to the ground Fiona managed it to get on top of him, still kissing him in a mixture out of longing and tenderly.
It felt damn good, she thought. It has been such a long time since she was that close to anybody.
"That leads my soul right into hell anyway" she muttered, breaking the kiss just lightly.

"Probably" Crowley answered, his hands both at her waists.

She shrugged "Whatever." Showing him that she really didn't cared she pushed her lips back on his, while his hands ran higher her body and opened her bra.

He was on top again, looking into her green eyes as she pressed her head back into the pillow and her whole body tensed up. Her hands left visible scratches on Crowley's back as she started mourning louder, than yelled his name.

Fiona remembered that she actually hasn't been about to to that, well at least until she came out of the shower and wasn't all tired anymore. Crowley had been watching TV, while the radio was playing, she had shaken her head, but sat down next to him anyway. There hasn't been another place, so it had to be next to him. On the TV had been just the news, pretty boring news, so that she had started thinking about alternatives to spend the evening, remembered the day before, how he had kissed her, and how much she coughed herself wanting to repeat it.

She had done it without asking, but he was fine with that. He was actually really glad that she wasn't the type of girl you could look at but weren't allowed to touch.

Fiona in general was hard to describe. She was a class of her own, but expect of those dissensions – or maybe precisely because of them Crowley liked her. Of course he did, otherwise he had never asked her to do business with him. Hell, he wasn't stupid, he could become the King of Hell on his own.

No, he wasn't stupid, but a lot of other things. Mainly a mule, a huge mule. But he already had shown her that he could be nice if he wanted. And they shared their sense of humor. And more than anything else there were those little things about him that Fiona totally adored. Those little gestures, this way he talked… She liked him, she really did.

"I should take a bath in holy water…" Fiona muttered as her gaze went to her T-Shirt on the floor.

"Wouldn't change anything, dear." Crowley replied, his eyes straight on the wooden ceiling. "You just secured yourself a nice place in hell."

"Huh, at least you couldn't touch me for the next hours." She turned around to meet the demon's gaze. "Doesn't mean it was bad, au contraire, but I still hate you." The woman didn't get an answer and after a few minutes her breath became deeper and much calmer and she fell asleep.

Fiona woke up pretty late. She wondered why Crowley had let her sleep, but was glad about that. Crowley was at the couch again, talking to somebody on the phone. It wasn't a nice talk, that was everything she could catch. He wasn't yelling, just hissing, what made her wondering even more.
Silently Fiona put her clothes on and waited until the demon hung up and threw his phone on the couch next to him.
"Somebody had a stressful night? Good morning, by the way."

"Don't start with that! Now, you let me out of here?" Crowley placed an empty glass on the table and stood up.

"Touchy today, aren't you?" She walked over to the door "How do I reach you when I need you?" Fiona swept the salt away.

As if he was prepared, Crowley took out s piece of paper and reached it to her. "You call." Before Fiona could nod the room was empty. She didn't like it, this sudden silence. She turned the electric kettle on and made a tea, than she sat down on the couch and zapped through the channels.
The whole world seemed to be okay again, but for what price? No one would ever know that it was saved by two brothers, an old hunter and a human angel and maybe even a demon had his hands in it.
This day Fiona couldn't bring herself up to do anything but hanging around, watching a few movies and searching something in the internet.
In the evening she got a text message:
'Won't come. Have a nice evening. C.'

Fiona rolled her eyes and texted back
'Fuck you. F.'
Then her phone rang and she picked up with a sigh "What do you want, Crowley?"

"Who's Crowley?" an old voice asked "Fiona, it's me, Aunt Emma"

"Oh, uh, hi" Fiona left a note to herself: looking at display before picking up "Nice to hear from you…" actually she was lying. Alone this grating voice "How are you" playing nice was something Fiona was pretty good in, since she hated a huge part of her remaining family.

"I'm fine, really, but, Fiona, I think Jeremy isn't doing well, neither is Mia, you know Jeremy said there was something in his room and now he's in hospital… The day after it was the same with Mia." Emma sounded pretty upset "You know about these things, don't you?"

"Yup" Fiona leaned back and grabbed the nail polish on the table. Jeremy and Mia were her cousins. Her annoying cousins.

"So, would you be a dear and come over?" She hated it to be called nicknames. Her parents gave her a name for a reason, even if she was pretty okay with it when it came from Crowley.

"Emma, you live in Scotland. I'm in the US, don't you think it's a little far?"

A moment of silence "You can do this for your family, can't you? And you're the only one who knows about that stuff."

"Hello? There are thousands of castles near you, thousands of… of ghosts, and, uh, and things, and thousands of hunters. I can give you a name…"

"Fiona, please, it's your cousins!" the huntress tried to excuse with a lack of money, but it was useless "I will pay."

"I will take a flight tomorrow, 'k?" rolling her eyes she started searching for the button to hang up.

"Oh please, could you come now?" the woman at the end of the line begged and Fiona growled.

"Mhm. See you."

'Thanks to my nice aunt I have to go to Europe. Back next week. Probably. See you then. Still hate you – big kiss, Fiona.'
she sent the message to Crowley, grabbed her bag and drove straight to the next airport.

Five hours later she sat in the plain.
After she arrived she rented a car and drove to the village were Emma and the others lived. The greeting was typical for the woman a lot of 'Oh you've grown so fast's and 'It's been such a long time since we met' s – actually it has been four months and since she was grown up the rest of the words were questionable too.
As Fiona went to watch the kids she was pretty sure that it was a shtriga, a kind of witch. She had been hunting one with Sam and Dean a few years ago.

"Yeah, I know, and that's very nice of you, but I don't want cake." The woman said slightly annoyed. It had been the fifth time today that Emma came and offered her some foot or sweets or anything. Her aunt gave Fiona a gaze that showed how hurt she was "Damn, I have an investigation going on here. You better give me the fucking time I need if you want to see your kids alive."
It lasted one and a half weeks until Fiona could finish the case.

"Oh I know you could do that" her aunt purred as they stood outside the airport.

Fiona rolled her eyes "Yeah, and every other hunter could too. But no prob." She gave a little fake-smile and endured a tight hug.

"Oh, before I forget" aunt Emma smirked "who was this Crowley you mentioned on the phone?"

"He's a –"

"He's a what?" a male voice behind her piped up. A familiar voice.

"What the hell are you doing here?" the young woman glared at the just piped up demon.

"You're out of time, woman. Now – I'm what?"

"He's my hunting partner." She explained to her aunt dryly.

"Oh, darling, don't lie, would you?"

"What the hell?" she repeated, just whispering into his ear "You're an annoying, unlikeable, horrible –"

"Really? I love you too, sweetheart." Crowley pressed a kiss on Fiona's lips. She hesitated a moment, had to decide to either kiss the demon or explain everything to her aunt. Because of her positive experiences she decided for the first one.
He was a great kisser and Fiona didn't even thought about pulling away before Emma cleared her throat.

"So, he's your boyfriend?" she asked.

"If you want to call it this…" Fiona looked to the ground and shrugged.

"I… I didn't saw him coming?"

"Right, he's sometimes nearly invisible" the woman besides Crowley chuckled "And really caring, that's why he's here. So, I just wanted to go, plain leaves in about an hour…"

"You don't want to tell me I came for nothing, do you?" Crowley looked at her. He was a good actor too, that was for sure, but Fiona could kill him at this moment.

"Oh no, sweetie-pie, I would never" she kissed him again "never" and again "never" a last time "let you come for nothing. What about we go and take the next plane to… uh… to… London and visit your mom. I'm sure she would appreciate that."

"But we're just here, Fiona, I don't even know your Family."

Fiona looked at Crowley, than at her aunt "Oh, Emma, this is maybe a bit private, you know, he just wants to be nice, but his mom isn't doing well and she would be really glad to see her son again." She nodded slightly.

"Oh, of course, that's a fantastic idea! What about you two come back another timr, huh?" she suggested.

Fiona turned around, glared at Crowley, turned back with a nice smile and hugged her aunt "We will surely do." Finally she could say goodbye and they vanished into the hall of the airport. "Crowley, what the hell?" she slapped him into the face "What was that?"

The demon shrugged and put his hands into his pockets. "Home, sweet home."

"Huh, right. You're living here." Fiona scoffed.

"W-what? I did!"

"You've been Scottish? All right. That way."

Crowley came with her into the plane, sat even next to her. "So, what happened in my absence?" She asked and leaned her head against the headrest. "What's about your plan?"

"It's working. I had a few negotiations, and what should I say? They love me."

Fiona laughed "When's the coronation?" she let her leg hang above Crowley's who just shot her a glance.

"I strongly suggest in the next three weeks." He leaned back too.

"That's cool" still slightly chuckling Fiona closed her eyes. "I will kill you anyway." She added, but sounded pretty satisfied. As she fell asleep her head sunk slowly on the demon's shoulder. He considered if he should push her away or let her sleep. But yes, he really liked her, so he let her sleep.
She nearly appeared likeable while she was sleeping, he thought, actually she was likeable most of the time, that was the reason why he came.
It has been a long week for Fiona. She didn't like working with children, she didn't want to ruin their childhood. Once there has been a case with a ghost who just killed kids, it felt horrible to explain a six years old that the monster underneath its bed, or the ghost on its attic was real, or like in this case the evil witch they just heard stories about.
What also bothered her was the fact that she had started missing Crowley on the third day without him. Of course she knew that wasn't a good thing, not for her at least, neither was this slight tickling and the fastened heartbeat of hers as she saw him and especially as he kissed her.
As she woke up Fiona didn't really notice that she sat cuddled up to the demon. "Are we there yet?" she muttered, then looked up, and quickly sat back on her own seat "Sorry".

"Three hours left." Crowley didn't say more, what actually confused Fiona.

"Well… and what's with my car? It's three hours from where we'll arrive…" She slightly bit her lip, considering what the best opportunity would be to get it. She loved her car – well, maybe not as much as Dean loved his car, but it was kinda the same relationship. Crowley thought it wasn't that important and that she should worry about that later. "I should really think about getting another job…" she chuckled silently.

"No. I need you later. Now, tell me, what is it that you're hating the most?"

Fiona frowned and looked at him "It's you, I guess."

"Stop lying and be helpful. What does every human hate?" Crowley gave her a questioning gaze and she thought about it for a moment.

"Besides the fact that I don't lie –"

"Again you're lying. It's your job."

"Anyway. I hate…" she thought about what she hated "crowds. The commercials while you're watching a film are awful too… And you."

"And why do you hate crowds?" Crowley seemed to have an idea. Fiona didn't get what he wanted and asked "Just answer the question."

"The lines. Everywhere you see tones of people you'll have to wait in line. Now tell me: why do you want to know that?" crossing her legs she took a look out of the window, then back at the demon.

"I'll tell you soon enough."

"Right. And for what do you need me doing my job later?" she asked and moved closer to him again.

"Later." He frowned "You seem different."

"What do you mean different?" Fiona ran her hand through her hair and put an unsure grin on.

"I haven't heard one of your cute little insults since a few hours…"

"I just told you that I hate you." She remembered him with raised eyebrows.

"You lied." Crowley answered dryly "You wouldn't have asked me how the things are going for me if you would."

The girl squeezed her lips shot "I'm involved in this too." She said silently "I mean… We have a deal, don't we? I still have a wish for free, wouldn't work when you're dead… anytime I will surely need you… for this 'wish', you know? I do hate you, really, so…"

"You don't" unimpressed Crowley sighed again "now stop lying."

"I don't lie you ignorant, smug, pushy –" Fiona started as Crowley pretended to yawn.

"Anything else? This is getting boring." Immediately there was silence between the two of them, then Fiona leaned over and placed her lips on Crowley's. First he seemed a little surprised, but then he kissed her back. A long, tenderly and soft kiss, even the demon himself was surprised that he did that.

"Better?" Fiona smirked and leaned back again.

"What was that for" he frowned and Fiona shrugged.

"Your entertainment, my entertainment…" then she changed her voice into a purring "…My insatiable desire for you" with a grin she added "your choice."

"Third."

"Wouldn't you know it." Slightly chuckling she looked at him again "Okay, admitted, maybe I like you a little."

Bright smirking Crowley leaned back too "Music to my ears, girl" She rolled her eyes, gave him a last smile before she decided to take a nap again "I suggest you do it now."

"Do what now?" Fiona asked.

"The thing with your head. Do it before you fall asleep." Her heart slightly fastened as she put her head back on his shoulder and felt his arm around her. "Just for my comfort."

She giggled slightly "Glad you don't hate me either."

I'm heavily considering what I should write... :D I just hope you like it so far and well... it would be nice to read a few reviews :)