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What you can ecpect are: Demons... A little reason for the M-rating, A lot of song references, probably thousands of these lines and other things :D
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"And, could you find out anything?" Emily asked as Fiona was back on her couch again.

"Truth to be told..." She started and sighed "There's nothing I can do" Fiona's gaze went to the ground "These crossroads demons are stubborn sons of bitches, I did my best." She really did. During the day she begged Crowley countless times to release the young mother from her contract, but that seemed to be a subject he didn't want to talk about with her. "I can just give you an advice: say goodbye to everyone you love, then go and kill yourself. Being killed by a hellhound will be way worse than anything else." She sighed "I'm sorry." Meanwhile it was ten in the night. Fiona has spent nearly the whole day discussing with Crowley about random things. It hasn't had happened that they agreed on something very often, but both really liked that at the other one.
Emily started crying again and just hugged Fiona. She thanked her for trying and asked her to leave so that she could have a few minutes with her family.

As Fiona walked around the next corner – it hasn't been far to the motel she found, ten minutes if she walked, two hands grabbed her and pulled her into an alley, she tried to reach for the knife in her belt, but she couldn't move. An invisible energy kept her in position.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in." it was a tall man, not very old, maybe twenty who grinned at her with a grin that nearly reached from one ear to the other.

"Fiona Blend, right?" another person stood behind him, it was a woman, also taller than Fiona, straight blonde hair and the lips in a dark red. "You're Crowley's girl, huh? His new favorite toy, aren't you?"

For a second her eyes flickered black. "Whatever you're talking about" Fiona growled.

"I think you know exactly what we're talking about" the male answered, still keeping her pressed against the wall. "It's not a big secret, you know?"

"Me and Crowley?" Fiona asked slightly amused "you do really believe everything you hear?" it was hard to speak with a hand pressed against her throat, but she still brought out a laugh.

"Nice try" the female went on "we found it out ourselves, so please don't make it complicated. I'm sure there are a few things you want to tell us about him?"

"Huh." Fiona said unimpressed. "Just that I think he wouldn't like to see what you two are doing here." Then she grinned "Hey" she said "Lucifer's gone, we grounded him. Crowley will surely do a way better job than Lucy ever did." The male demon held a knife onto her neck, it slightly cut her skin so that a red line appeared on it.

"Valefor, you know the orders – bring her alive." The female demon interrupted.

"A little carving won't be that bad." He answered.

Fiona just shrugged and her gaze went deeper into the alley. "And now you should better let me go, you know?"

"Tell us just one good reason why." The blonde woman said with a smile on her lips. Fiona knew that smile would fade pretty soon.

"A reason?" she grinned "Well, 'My boyfriend's back and you gonna be in trouble'" she sang and saw how the heads of both demons spun around and their eyes widened as they saw Crowley – attended by his hellhound, invisible for Fiona, standing near them.

"You should really let her go" he said and looked at the now growling hellhound next to him "stay!" then his gaze went back to Fiona and the other two demons. "So?" The male one, Valefor, let the knife drop and went a step backwards. Fiona also was released, sliding down until she sat on the ground. Carefully the demons went backwards, but it was way too late for them. It has been even too late for them as they just thought about touching one hair on her head. While something invisible ripped the demons to shreds Crowley snapped his fingers and they were in the hotel.

"I didn't know you can do that." Fiona muttered and stood up.

"Is there something else you want to say?" Crowley watched her going into the bathroom and she sighed before she passed him.

"Thanks" she muttered, then passed him and looked into the mirror. The wound wasn't deep, it would surely stop bleeding within the next minutes. Crowley seemed unimpressed and held his hand to his ear "Thank you for saving my life. Better?" he nodded and Fiona stood right in front of him and grabbed his suit "So… our secret isn't a secret anymore, huh?" she muttered.

"We'll survive it." He answered, turned around and pressed her against the wall, his hand cupping her cheek.

"Been through this just seconds ago." Fiona pushed him backwards – not that she could if he hadn't wanted it – until he ended lying on the bed with her kneeing over him "I'd more vote for that." She took her jacket off and it landed on the ground, leaving her just in her top and the tight jeans.

"You know exactly what you want, don't you?" Crowley smirked as she also removed the top.

She shrugged and untied his tie "You." Just then she started to kiss him. Demanding and lustful, tasting a hint of scotch as her tongue met his. Starting to unbutton his shirt she pulled him slightly up, so that it was easier for them to take his suit and shirt off.
His hands went from her hips down to the zipper of her jeans, pulling it down.

"I need you Crowley, I need you right now" Fiona hissed while he took his pants off.

"I generally don't knock back a beautiful woman's wishes." She got as an answer.

"Do me a favor and shut up"
He pulled her back down and looked into her eyes for a moment before pushing his lips against hers again and opening her bra.
And so the last pieces of cloth between them followed and he managed it to get on top. "Fuck you" she commented.

"You do." He grinned.

She had nothing to say against this, and finally felt him inside of her. Her hands on his back and neck she pulled him closer and arched against him, and pulling all her strength together she grabbed his shoulders and presses him back on his back, finally getting on top again.
Crowley surrendered and put his hands back on her hips, slightly upping the tempo.
It didn't last long for her to come. "Damn, Crowley!" she yelled between her fast breaths and mourns. Her grip on Crowley's shoulders tightened, and extremely turned on by the woman's mourns he followed quickly, then pulled her down for a long kiss before she lay down next to him. He put an arm around her, while she rested her head and one hand on his chest. Drawing random patterns on him with her finger she chuckled silently and looked up to him "You're awesome" she chuckled and snuggled even more up to him. After a while she stopped drawing these invisible patterns and felt that she was close to fall asleep. After a last silent laugh she took a deep breath "I love you, Crowley" she muttered and fell asleep with a smile on her face.
The demon kept silent for a moment. She hasn't had said that before, sure, he knew it, but she didn't said it until then. He thought for a long time about this, somewhere deep inside him he felt kinda happy.

He opened his mouth and thought for another moment. "I know." He said and pushed his lips on her head "and I love you too" he muttered. At this time she was already far away, dreaming about anything she wouldn't remember at the next morning, but he said it, unofficial, but he did.

Fiona woke up how she fell asleep, slightly chuckling "I think…" she started as she noticed Crowley hadn't moved. "I think I found out when king of hell gets really cuddly" she sat up and looked at him "Oh, and uh, good morning."

"Whatever." Crowley answered and rolled his eyes "get ready, we'll make a little excursion."

Fiona sat up completely and reached for her clothes "Where do we go?"

"Hell."

Fiona raised her eyebrows and nodded slowly "Sure." She took a black and white shirt shirt on "I think you forgot the little detail that I am not a demon and can't just jump between earth and hell."

"And you forgot with whom you're talking" he answered dryly and watched her taking on black jeans. "You should know I'm just ready with a few… renovations." He showed her a grin and she went back to sit on the edge of the bed.

"You should get dressed before I go anywhere with you." With a snap of his finger he was, leaving a hint of a smirk on Fiona's face. "And now you want to play a round of 'Drag me to Hell'?"

"Come on, that movie was just horrible!"

"A demon watching movies about demons… Not crazy at all." Again Fiona chuckled.

"Where the hell does that cheerfulness come from?" Crowley stood up and looked down on the shrugging girl.

She smirked "Not everyone can be like you."

"Unfortunately." Crowley walked into the other part of the room where a table stood, on it a bottle of his Scotch and a glass.

"You're starting again." For a moment Fiona considered if she should lean back and observe the wooden ceiling or force herself to stand up and go into the bathroom. She decided for the second opportunity and went into the bathroom's direction what included passing the demon.

"With what?" he asked frowning "Drinking?"

"No. That only concerns you." she stopped to take a long look into his eyes "To be honest I love the smack of alcohol while exchanging saliva." She grinned.

"Do you?" Crowley also grinned, seemingly understanding the hint she had just given before she turned around and disappeared into the bathroom. A last time she stack out her head of the room answered him with a 'yup' then vanished completely.
The demon just rolled his eyes and placed an empty glass back on the table. "That's not the way you treat the king of hell!" he shouted and heard her giggling even more.

"So, what now? You show me your kingdom?" Fiona stood behind Crowley, her hands in the pockets of his pants "Show me the 'Highway to Hell'? I will 'Go to Hell'? I'll be 'Facing Hell'?"

He sighed "Ready with your playlist?" She gave him an offended gaze, muttering something that he could be glad he wasn't God. He ignored it. "If you want to call it this."

She went back to her cheerful mode and looked at him "Well, then give me hell!"

Then the room was empty and Fiona found herself, next to Crowley, standing next to a seemingly endless line of waiting people. She recognized the Blue Danube Waltz playing and frowned at the grinning demon. "This is hell?" she asked him.

"This is hell 2.0, love"

Fiona's eyes grew wide "When did you do this?" he answered that it has been yesterday, as she was talking to Emily. "But you didn't do this 'course I said it'd be worse than anything else?"

"Say it's our work." Crowley put an arm around the young woman, what she, even if it was really unexpected, really savored. She slightly leaned against him and looked up "I-I mean, seriously, you're such an inspiration!" he started walking along the line, she did also still looking up to him "I mean… all the centuries of… of fire and rags and blood, it was getting old, but now… just look at them!" Fiona did "You said it, standing in line until all eternity is the worst thing you can imagine, and that's just brilliant!"

She started feeling proud and smiled "You're crazy" she said "But really, that's my imagination of hell… Pain gets passable with time, but that?"

"My words, sweetheart."

"I literally go through hell with you" she joked as they've walked a few meters, getting a sigh as answer "I know, I know, 'what is it that causes this annoying happiness of yours?'" she said with a fake British accent "well, I guess it's you, dearie."

As Fiona's gaze went to their left again her face dropped. It was Emily who stood there in the line and looked at her with wide eyes now. "Fiona?" she asked toneless "You're here with… the king?" Fiona didn't answered but nodded "I – I can't believe … I …" she shook her head "I thought you'd be a good person, I trusted you" Fiona looked to the ground.

"I did my best." She breathed.

"This looks like the best to you? I had a family! A child! A sick mother!" Emily started yelling at her and Fiona's eyes started to get wet "How could you do this to me? You wanted me here! You… you…"

"I did my best!" Fiona shouted "Is it my fault you made that deal?"

"No, but you lied to me! You seemed like a nice woman to me, someone I actually liked! It is so hard to trust someone these days, and I trusted you, and now I see you here with the king? What is your job for real, huh? Do… do you feed people to monsters actually? To get them here? I'm sorry for everybody who knows you! And what does your family think about all that? How can you even look into their eyes, don't you want them to be here too? I would be so ashamed if you were my daughter!" she yelled.
First Fiona just swallowed hardly, the words hit her really hard, than she even burst into tears.

"Enough." Crowley said harshly.

"Why? What will you do to me if I don't, huh? I am already dead, can it get worse? Try me!"

"Fiona, this hallway, sixth door on the right, wait there for me, okay?" he pointed at the next hallway "Okay?" he repeated and Fiona nodded. Then she went along the doors and entered the sixth on the right.

Meanwhile two demons stood next to Crowley, listening closely to his words. "The woman wants to bitch, so, I strongly assume you know what to do?" he gave them asking gazes and earned nodding "Good, don't be too gently, have fun." Then the demons and Emily were gone. "Stop gawking or you're next." He added as he saw the gazes of the people in the row.

Fiona stood in a huge room, red carped underneath her feet, she nearly felt guilty for wearing shoes, on the wall a huge picture of Crowley what made her smile through her tears. In the middle of the room stood a table with a few chairs around it, on the other end, far to her left, there was a couch and an armchair, both inviting to watch a movie on the big flat screen on the wall. As she looked to the right there was a long cupboard with piles of something that seemed like forms for whatever. And then there was this picture of her standing next to it, just at the moment she noticed it the door flew open and Crowley came in.
"Crowley, what the hell is this?" she held the picture up.

"You."

"I figured that much since I haven't got a twin-sister." It made her slightly thinking of her siblings, but she tried to make her thoughts go into another direction. "Where did you get this?"

Crowley took a breath, pretended that he would think and answered that he had his sources. "But I want something bigger" he said as she placed the photo back on the cupboard "You know, there's an empty space…" he pointed at the wall next to where his picture was "Hm?"

She had still tears in her eyes but gave him a smile anyway and went back to him "Never say you can't be totally cute" she said as he noticed that she was still crying. "Oh it's just… it was a bit too much, you know?" she whipped them away and continued looking at him, until he grabbed her by her waists and kissed her surprisingly gently. His warm lips felt so good on hers and it made her slightly calming down.

"Make yourself comfortable" he said, then sighed "You see the papers over there?" she nodded "Bloody forms and… and and… contracts, all to fill in, so, if you'd give me a few minutes?" again she nodded and he turned around.

"Crowley?" Fiona stopped him and saw him turning around "I just… I don't care what she said. I am proud to be with you." He showed a bright grin, wanted to answer, but Fiona cut him short with taking a deep breath "And I love you." She added quickly.

The demon raised his eyebrows at her "I love you too." He said, then turned around and went to his paper piles. Fiona stared at him with wide eyes until he turned around with the first pile in his hands.

"Say that again." She whispered quickly.

"No." he answered and placed the forms on the table, next to a glass of Craig. "That doesn't work with me." Fiona understood, but still watched him "But I do." He added then sat down and skimmed over the first paper. With a weak smile she watched him doing his work. 'He said it' she thought happily.

"What did you do with Emily?" Fiona asked him after a while. Crowley looked up and raised his eyebrows "Do I want to know?"

"Not really." He looked back at the paper in front of him and sighed "Don't ever take two jobs, love, it's just boring paper work."
The young woman stood up and went over to him, wrapping her arms around him.

"What about you just lean back," she pulled him slightly backwards, so that he didn't hung above the forms anymore "make a break, and let me do the work."

"Now, seriously?" Crowley answered and heard her sighing.

"What's going on in the pervy mind of yours?" Fiona narrowed "We can do that, but not yet. What I'm talking about is your paperwork, hm?" She took the chair next to them, sat down and stole the pen out of his hand.

"I don't think that's something that should concern your cute little head." He wanted to take the pen away from her, but she held it out, so that he couldn't reach it.

"Break for you, demon." She hissed and started reading. Everything was in Latin, but that wasn't a big problem for her.

"How do you even know what to write?" He looked at her and she shrugged.

"Because I'm just an awesome person." She made a note on a piece of paper next to her and looked back at Crowley "Say there are three things I'm perfect in they're Latin, convince people to buy things and making contracts."

"What are you, a wannabe crossroads demon?"

"Do you remember I had a live before I became a hunter? Always wanted to be a property manager." Crowley narrowed at her "What? You can make a lot of money if you're good, and it's kinda fun." She finished the form and started a new pile for the forms and contracts Crowley just had to sign. Fiona chuckled while she read a new one "Isn't that wonderful, we learn more and more about each other every day, and just when you think there's nothing more to know – bang – there's something new."

"What did you find out about me?" Crowley asked.

"Since?"

"Say the last twenty four hours." He took the glass of scotch that Fiona just had purred in.

"A lot of things." She smiled to herself "Where shall I start… You can be very cute and cuddly when I get you at the right time. You actually like me more than you'd admit to anyone. You hate paperwork. You have a damn dirty mind. And your grammar gets bad when you're bored of that stuff – when you want to say 'trace of pity' its genitive, means 'misaricordiae'. I think you know that so… go, make a break." Crowley wanted to protest against a few of her statements, but she just shot him a look. He wasn't even sure why he did that – let a woman give him, the king of hell, orders, but he went over to the couch, put his feet up and looked at the screen, considering if he could turn it on. "Do it, you need to relax, king, my concentration is better than you think." So he did and let her do the work. "When can I start?"

"Start what?" Crowley turned his head back to her again.

"Working as your secretary."

"You already do."

Fiona scoffed "So much for 'don't take two jobs'"

"Your decision, honeycake." Crowley chuckled to himself while Fiona noticed that she really, really liked it when he grinned or even laughed.

"I loathe honey." She muttered, than added: "see, something new you learned about me."

"Then I will keep calling you this." Still grinning Crowley turned back to the TV screen where now a movie about Hitler was running. Fiona already had noticed that he liked that kind of movie, she was pretty okay with it, actually liked to hear him talking about some mistakes they did during filming.

"You do and I kill you." He opened his mouth "shut it, I have alternatives."

Crowley shrugged "You used to loathe demons. Just saying."

"I still do."

"And that's the reason for you to be present in this room, in hell, with me." He said ironical.

She couldn't hold it back "Hell Ain't a Bad Place to be' with you, at least'" Rolling her eyes she looked back to the paper "You're an exceptional, okay?" she went on with her – or better Crowley's – work and a few hours later everything was ready and just needed his signatures. "Uh, uh, uh, what do you say?" again she pulled her hand with the pen away.

"This is getting ridiculous." The demon muttered stood on her right and pulled the pen out of her hand.

Offended Fiona crossed her arms before her chest and turned away "'Thank you, Fiona'" she muttered, copying his voice and accent "You're welcome, Crowley" she answered herself "I love to help you while you're sitting around and watch strange German movies." Again she copied him "'Shut your bloody trap, woman.' Fuck you, demon 'You little racist' blah, blah, and then you start yelling at me, I yell at you, then we both calm down and then… I don't know." She sighed "But, yeah, I know, I know, you are thankful, but that's beneath the King of Hell." Crowley rolled his eyes at her, but it kinda signaled her she was right "You're welcome."

"Right. Anyways, let's get back to earth." Before she could say something they stood back in the motel room "And now you have to excuse me, work's calling." And again Fiona was alone and fell backwards on the couch. She wondered what he has to do if she just did all the work he had to do, than thought it had to be the other 'job' of his.

Hm hm hmm... Okay, that's it for now :)
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