Chapter 10, jaaay ^_^
Something I noticed a few weeks ago... When you listen to the song "Call me Maybe" there's this line "I'd trade my soul for a wish" and then I always have to imagine a certain demon saying "Is arrangeable."
Does anyone know what I mean? :D

Fiona smiled. It has been years since anybody wished her a happy birthday. Last year she was alone in her cotton, didn't even picked up the phone as a few people remembered her, thanks to their calendars.

The year before she was on a hunt, unable to talk to anyone, just like the year before that.
"So, what about a little present?"

She rolled her eyes "You don't have to make presents to me." He took his tie and opened the knot "What are you doing?" she chuckled "If you want to strip, please, not on the street!" he ignored her and tied it around her head, blindfolding her. "Is that getting a pervert game of yours?"

"Pipe down!" he muttered and shoved her forward. Feeling that she just went on, trusting him completely made him smile a little. A corner later he stopped.
"We're there" he said and took the tie off of her.
As she opened her eyes the first thing she saw was a wall. A wall with windows, pretty large windows. Her gaze went down and she saw water sparkling with the reflection of the moon in it.

"A house?" she questioned and turned around to him.

"Your house." He answered "Our house" he added "Whatever you like."

"Hold me before I flake out." She muttered "Seriously." As he pressed her the key into the hand Crowley really had to catch her from falling "Thanks" she muttered and let him help her inside.
It looked even better from the inside, and bigger than she suggested. "Thank you Crowley" she said as she looked around, her mouth wide open and leaned back, against him. "Really, you're… you're just… wow."

She didn't saw him, but she knew he was smiling from one ear to the other one. "I know." He showed her the rest of the house, it was huge. Especially the living room was amazing. A few things of hers were already there, things like a few clothes and such stuff. She even had an own room for her hunting things. It was strange, even if she just had been there for around fifteen minutes Fiona felt at home.
Without a single word Fiona went upstairs – well, if you could say went… it was more like she staggered. Crowley followed her into the bedroom and leaned against the doorframe while she sat down on the king-size bed. "What, you're going to sleep?" he asked, a slight frown on his face.

"Who said that?" she grinned and took the shirt out "huh, you coming?" he took his jacked out and hung it on the coathook. "Anyway you want it, love" Fiona grinned and looked him right into his eyes as she opened the first button of his shirt. "I do anything for you tonight, seriously." She kicked first her shoes out than his "I mean… we got interrupted a few hours ago, we could make up for it."

"Sure we can" he answered and pushed her back, so that she lay right across the bed, feet still on the ground. As he leaned down to kiss her, rougher this time, really hot and passionate, she continued working on his shirt. Next thing were her pants, then his and then all the remaining underwear.
Crowley pressed his lips on her neck, then went deeper. The woman bit her own lip to hold back the sounds she was about to make as she felt his tongue on her inner thighs, working its way closer to where she wanted it.
He did his job damn well, it didn't last very long until she was close, begging him not to stop. But he did, left her nearly teased to death.

"I hate you for this" she breathed, put one hand on his head and pulled him down for another kiss. One of his hands was still keeping her teased, caused sharp breaths every few seconds "Please, Crowley, just do it" she begged him until she grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around, so that she was on top and with that in control. And she finally got what she wanted: him.
His hands on her hips showed her the right, pretty fast, but really pleasant, pace.

Thanks to his work, she came pretty fast and loud. He liked it to hear her like this, loved it when she was bagging for him and shouting his name, anyways it lasted a few moments for him to follow, even long enough for her to come a second time, together with him.

The next morning Fiona nearly jumped out of the bed. "I have a home" she grinned "We have a home!" she spun around and looked at the empty bed, sighing, "Good morning, Fiona" she muttered and took on a jeans-skirt and one of her uncountable band T-Shirts. "Crowley?" She shouted "You home?"

"Pretty much."

She cringed, for the first time she really did before she turned around "Voyeur." She muttered before he swore he hadn't been there before "Don't do than anyway. I want… you know, at least a little bit normality." With a frown on her face she passed him and left the room, going into the bathroom that was just next to the bedroom.

"I just gave you a house – and hell, you don't even have a clue how much it cost – and that's how you treat me." He followed her and leaned into the doorframe.

"Don't start that again!" again Fiona spun around, glaring at him, her brush in her hand "Now, where have you been?" she asked pretty calm again. There was a similarity to Crowley, she knew it, but she didn't care much.

"Downstairs." He answered. In his hand she saw the usual glass of Craig, pretty much the only thing he drank.

"Yeah, sure. No, seriously, where have you been?" still looking at him through the mirror Fiona started brushing her chestnut hair.

"Downstairs." Crowley repeated, this time a bit slower.

"Hell?" she questioned.

"Downstairs." He said for the third time "How do you think I heard you yelling for me?"

Without averting her gaze he widened her eyes "King of Hell" she scoffed, moving her hands through the air like she would have explained him that it was magic.

"I've been here, just waiting for your annoying voice to pull me out of a really interesting movie." He narrowed and stood back straight. "So, if you would excuse me." He turned around and went back downstairs.

"Have your period, haven't you?" she shouted after him, a grin visible on his face. She moved her lips synchronous to his words 'shut up, woman!' and grinned again.
She wasn't mad at Crowley for leaving her in the bathroom, neither for letting her wake up alone and she was glad she wasn't as she came into the living room and saw that he, besides watching his movie, set the table for her.
"Not bad" she said as she sat down, observing the food. "You certainly know what I like."

"Besides me… it's not quite a lot." He commented, turned a chair around and sat down.

"Why are you always doing that?" she wondered and opened the peanut butter. "Damn, I love this stuff."

"I know, honey" he said, referring to her immense disgust for honey.

She screwed her face while poking around in the glass "It's bee-barf!" she defended "They eat it, digest it and regurgitate it. That is disgusting!" Crowley kept silent "Why did you go downstairs this morning anyway?" she asked slightly sulking.

"Because you… kinda…" he gesticulated with his hands "…made the blanket your own."

"Oh come on, you can't tell me that it was because you were freezing." she narrowed "And I know you, you would wake me shout something like 'the blanket isn't just yours' and pull it away." He grinned – oh, how she loved it – and shook his head.

"Not on your birthday."

"You know that you're the oddest demon I ever met?" he shrugged "No, seriously… you're strange…"

"You're the oddest hunter I ever met." He replied, took the toast she just placed back on the plate, took a bite and screwed his face "How the hell can you eat this stuff?"

Fiona took the glass and showed him the ingredients "Salt, love, unfit for demonic consumption."

"That is disgusting!" he muttered

"Have to disappoint you, but you probably won't find anything without salt…" she took the toast back and ate it herself "So everything would be disgusting for my favorite demon – and probably every other demon."

"Jam." He answered. "And honey."

"You'd eat jam and honey the whole day. Sure." Fiona shook her head and leaned back. "Since when do you eat anyway?" he shrugged, meant something that he was just wondering about all this stuff after all those years "You know, I think a relationship is not the best thing for you."

He narrowed "What do you mean?"

She rolled her eyes "You got that wrong. I mean you just start to act strange." under the table her foot slightly touched his "You think I would care about if a relationship is good for you or not?"

He looked at the last piece of her toast "Probably not."

"See?" she shoved it into her mouth, stood up and went next to him "And I wouldn't part with you for anything."

He slightly looked at her "You're starting to talk girlish again."

"Last time I checked I was a girl…" she answered then muttered in his ear "And I think you know that too…"

"That's better."

Fiona made another toast, promised him to buy salt-free peanut butter next time. After the breakfast she stood next to Crowley who considered if he should go to hell immediately or later that day. He didn't really came to a concussion, so he asked what Fiona would prefer.
"Let's get it over with" she said "When are you back?"

"Five minutes." He answered.

"Right, different time in hell…" she considered "Dare you if I have to wait twelve years." Before she could say something else he was gone. She muttered that she hated it before she sat down on the couch and turned the TV on.
She still couldn't believe she had a house, chuckled and put her feet on the table, zapping through the programs.

"You trying to copy me?"

Fiona leaned her head back and grinned at Crowley who stood behind her again "I'm not going to drink that early and I don't waste energy in listening to music while I'm watching TV. So, answer the question yourself." He didn't answered "How long have you been gone?"

He looked at the clock "Exact five minutes, like I said. I knew you're not the best at math, but so bad…"

"Shut up, I mean how long has it been for you?" She came with him often enough to actually know how long it have been, but she didn't want to calculate, not that day.

"Ten hours." He sat down next to her and wanted to also put his feet up as she stopped him "What?"

"Your shoes." She just said and glared at him until he took them off. "Better"

Crowley narrowed "Why am I even listening to you?" he muttered. She wanted to answer, but her cellphone cut her short. The phone lay on the table and she wanted to take and answer it, but Crowley already did that for her.

"Fiona?" Someone asked into the phone, noticing that he knew the voice Crowley felt safe to answer.

"Not quite." He said "It's Emma, right?"
Fiona sighed. The last person she wanted to talk with was her aunt.
On the other end of the phone line Emma confirmed and asked if Fiona was near.
"Fiona, sweetheart, it's for you" Crowley grinned and reached her the phone.

"Of course it is, dumbass, it's my phone!" she grabbed it "Hello?" the woman let her voice sound as surprised and happy about the call.

"Fiona, dear, I didn't wake you, did I?" Emma asked "Well, first things first: happy birthday, my love!"

Fiona looked at Crowley and covered the microphone of the iPhone with her hand "Did you two use the same dictionary?" Then she took her hand away again "Thank you" she fake-grinned "You know how much I love it when you're thinking of me." Actually she didn't.

"How could we forget you, dear?" Fiona rolled her eyes "Now, did I wake you two?"

"Oh no, it's 11am here and uh, you could say Crowley's always awake." She chuckled.

"Well then… You two are still as happy as you were as we met?"

'Too private' Fiona thought.
"Happier" she answered, it wasn't even a lie "We… uh… we moved together and yeah…"

"Really? That's amazing, I'm so happy for you two. Uh, Fiona, how about we come around next month?" how could that be the sister of her mother, Fiona thought.

"Uh… That's well… that doesn't fit that well…" Fiona looked at Crowley, searching for help, but covered his mouth before he could say something stupid, just breathing the word 'please'.

"Vacation" he answered quickly.

"Uh, we'll be on vacation for a while." While talking Fiona sunk deeper and deeper into the couch until she put her head on Crowley's legs and looked at the ceiling.

Emma kept silent for a moment "The whole month?"

"Actually the next few months." She squealed "something like a world cruise!"

"What, really?" Emma sounded impressed "For your birthday?"

"Yup, he gave me the tickets this morning, great story, long story, but we'll start next week." After a few 'amazing's and 'You have to be such a lucky girl's Fiona faked a yawn "Emma, please, don't be mad, but I need to take a nap, we'll have a few guests later this day and it'll be a long night."

On the other end Emma grinned "Sure, love, I get what you mean."

Fiona frowned "No, you don't."

"I've been young too, as long as you use safety…"

"Yeah, right, so… see… uh, hear you." She hung up and stared at Crowley "She always gets too private." She wanted to sit up again, but he held her down.

Crowley just grinned again "I didn't know you're such a liar…"

"'Cause I don't lie to you." As he answered that she had used to he got a protest.

"May I remember 'you're nothing less than a damn crossroads demon to me and I will find you and I will kick your ass down into purgatory'" Crowley looked at her, his hand in her hair "Great idea by the way."

Fiona protested "That doesn't count, I just met you then!" he shrugged. "The evening we made the deal…" she said silently, felt that her heart fastened by just thinking of it. He knew what she meant without another word.

"The first second I saw you." He admitted.

"No, seriously?" Fiona sat up and stared at him. The demon just rolled his eyes.

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"Never."

The day went on, Fiona got calls from her grandma and a few other people, and as it started to get dark even Bobby called. Crowley just wanted to pick up as Fiona grabbed the phone "You stupid? Would you look at who's calling before you pick up?" he wanted to answer, but she silenced him "Keep quiet or we both are dead!" then she picked up "Bobby?"

"No, Santa Clause." He sighed "Happy Birthday."

Fiona laughed "I didn't know my birthday and Christmas is on the same day… but thanks"
They didn't talk very long and as she hung up Fiona told Crowley to take his shoes on and ran upstairs.
"Come on, enough sitting around here!" She shouted from there "You will get us somewhere nice, and then we'll let the day end nicely." She turned around, knowing that he was already behind her "Okay?" She looked deep in his eyes "Please Crowley"

"Just because it's your birthday." She smiled "Where does the lady want to go?"

"Here's a beach near, isn't it?" she smirked as he asked if she would really needed it that romantic "When we're back we could get drunk." She just answered on what he just nodded. "Great" she took her t-shirt out, then her skirt.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, it would look strange if you'd be wearing a suit and I'm wearing an Aerosmith t-shirt and a jeans skirt." He had to agree "So, you, love" she put her finger on his chest "you go downstairs and wait there, okay?" Crowley gave her a confused gaze, but she was already shoving him out of the room. "Give me a minute." Then she closed the door and looked at her clothes. On some way he managed it to get all her clothes there without even noticing the black dress which she now took on. She went into the bathroom, made her hair and went downstairs again. "I think that works" she smiled and took ballerinas out.

Crowley just stared at her for a moment "Uh…"

"Yeah?" she looked at him "I'm ready"

He cleared his throat "Not bad" he brought out causing a laugh from his girlfriend.

"Oh, come on, I look amazing!" she joked, "Say it."

He rolled his eyes "You know that doesn't work. So, shall we?" she nodded before she felt sand underneath her feet. "Happy?"

"Very" she looked around.

"Did I tell you you do look very beautiful?" He asked suddenly.

Fiona raised her eyebrows at him "Actually no. And if you would I would worry about you."

He slightly tilted his head "Oh come on, Fiona, why are you always so… why do you think I can't say something nice?"

"Because it's true?"

Indigent Crowley narrowed "No, it's not!" he protested.

"How many timed did you seriously tell me that you love me? Three times?" he thought for a moment "I mean exactly those three words. 'I – love – you' how many times?"

He sighed "That's something else! I… I do!" he affirmed "Really!"

Fiona laughed "I know, you fool!" she looked into his eyes, took the edge of his suit jacket and pulled him a little closer "And I do freaking love you too" she added in a whisper and closed the gap between the two of them. "Now… you know what I do think?"

"In a jiffy I will."

"Yup" she walked a few meters, ahead a big rock "I think you should tell me more about you." He frowned "No, seriously, I know who you are now, but I'd like to know who you've been…"

"No, you don't." he shook his head slowly and followed her.

"I do. Really… the only thing I know is that you've lived in Scotland. Come on!" she begged "You know so much about me."

"If I do that…" he started "Do you swear you will never tell anyone? Not a single word?" He looked at her thoroughly and she nodded.

"I won't." And then Crowley told her nearly everything about his past. "You've seriously worn a skirt?"

He frowned slightly. Meanwhile Fiona had taken off her shoes and they were walking along the seaside.
"It's called a kilt." As he met her eyes he just shook his head "Don't even think about it."

She sulked, knowing she wouldn't bring him to wear one again. "Okay, one question: Is it true?"

"Is what true?"

"You know… what people say… about underwear under a kilt…" she chuckled slightly and got just a grin as answer. "Well…" she also grinned "Just FYI… sometimes I don't wear underwear when I wear dresses."

He stopped, what she ignored, and stared at her. "Y-You mean…?"

She turned around "I have my secrets." She laughed to herself "But I give you something to think about: It's pretty windy here… would I risk it?" As they walked on it was nearly dark and the only light came from the stars and a few lights on the promenade. "How far are you with purgatory?" the woman at Crowley's side asked and slightly touched his hand.
It lasted him a moment to figure out what she wanted, then he took a deep breath and her hand, causing an immediate smile on her face.

"Could be further." He admitted "Maybe you should be around a little when –"

"When you're torturing them? No, that's your business, I just hunt them." She has never been around as he did it, it was enough for her to hunt them and bring them alive, although they were evil things, and she really didn't want to see what he was doing when she wasn't there. "You know what I do wish?" she sighed "I wish we had this behind us… You know… when we have, I think I won't be hunting anymore, at least not all the time."

"You mean you want to be around me all the time, annoying me with your presence?" she muttered something that sounded to him like 'If you want to call it this…' "Or do you want to play a housewife?"

"Both." She sighed "But how it seems right now it'll be a while until then…" Raindrops started to fall from the sky.
Crowley wouldn't be Crowley if he hadn't had an umbrella in his hand just seconds later.
"Wherever you got that." Fiona muttered "Seriously, just one?" he shrugged and pulled her closer.

"I thought you might like it a little closer…"

"You sure you're alright?" she slightly nudged him into the side "I really start to worry about you…"

"Why? Just because I'm nice to you?" Crowley looked away "I know that you like that stuff."

"Yeah… I do, but it's pretty creepy when you do it." Then she quickly added "What doesn't mean I don't like it."

He sighed "I know"

They walked for a while before she thanked him and meant it would be time for her to honor her part of the deal.

Okay, I just NEEDED to put in Doctor Who references :D
When we're at this topic... I think I should give you a warning that we will have a huge time leap in the next chapter, actually I didn't want to do this, but I want to get back to the original storyline (What also means we'll have at least one of the Winchesters in the next chapter...)
I hope you're okay with all this stuff and you like the story so far :)