I didn't take a closer look at the spelling and the grammar, so it's probably worse than usual, sorry for that ...
Fiona was grinning again while she made herself breakfast and sang along to Kim Wilde's 'Kids in America'.
"Could you please turn these ears raping sounds off?" Crowley growled as he entered the room.
Fiona stopped and looked at him for a moment, then she shook her head and went on, cranking the volume up as she heard the first sounds of Van Halen's 'Jump'. "Fiona!" The demon shouted what made her turn the radio up to the maximal volume, what was – through the sound-system of their living room - really loud.
Crowley now had the option to just let the really expensive sound-system explode or to yell even louder. Deciding for the second option he took a deep breath and shouted that she should finally turn the music off.
Fiona came closer to Crowley, who was now sitting on the couch and stared at the black TV-screen.
"Two options…" she muttered in his ear. "This music, or I turn on this one, very romantic Foreigner song-collection and we can make out on the couch, so, what shall it be?" she grinned brightly.
"I give you three options." He said, also grinning "First you turn this stuff off, two I will go right now or three I will throw this damn radio in the pool!" He yelled the last option what caused a chuckling from the woman next to him.
"You're talking yourself into rage again, sweetheart." She said "I think my options are the better ones…" shrugging she sat down next to him "Oh… and I kinda… can't take you seriously when you're yelling while you're sitting."
"Believe me, you will!" he growled, stood up and went towards the radio.
"Hey, that's unfair, you decided on your own!" Fiona protested "You will buy the new one." She added.
He glared at her "Surely I won't." Pressing a few buttons on the remote she stopped the music.
"I want to know what love is, I want you to show me" she started singing and had to interrupt for a laugh "I wanna feel what love is, I know you can show me"
"Shut up or I will show you something very different!" Crowley hissed.
Fiona pressed the play button, bit her lip and shook her head "No, we just had that this night…" she teased "You know… variety is really important in a relationship…" she said nodding "For me at least."
"Fiona, turn this shit off!" he yelled again.
"Come on, I know you're totally into that." She answered, remembering other moments in which he really seemed to like that kind of music. Then she stood up and pushed a quick kiss on his lips and watched how his expression went from 'I should kill you' to 'What the hell are you doing'.
"And through the clouds I see love shine, it keeps me warm as life grows colder" she sang along.
"I hate you." Crowley muttered.
"Yeah, you do." Fiona nodded before he leaned forward to kiss her again "I see that."
"You will turn this off anyway." He said "And then we will go anywhere where it's nice and have a great day." Releasing her from his embrace he gave her a questioning gaze until she agreed and turned the music off "What doesn't mean we can't pick up at this point later this day."
"Tempting." The hunter grinned "I will think about this." Then she ran upstairs to change her clothes and put a bit make up on. Crowley had told her like a thousand times that she really didn't need it, but she has just answered that she felt a little better with it.
"Hm. I don't mind." He meant "I think you look always beautiful." Fiona had questioned him if he had done drugs after this statement and went on with what she has been doing.
As she tried to find some clothes in which she wouldn't look all out of place next to her thousand-dollar-suit-wearing boyfriend she decided for a jeans with a blouse. "You know how hard it is to find the right clothes to go out with you?" she muttered while she took her black ballerinas on. "I mean… I love men in suits, always did, ever will, but it's… you know difficult."
"Don't expect me to run around in leather jackets and check shirts." Crowley answered, but took his own jacket and the tie off "Agreeable, madam?"
Fiona nodded thankfully and took the keys of her car "I think you want to drive?"
"Women drivers are the worst thing you can find in road traffic." He said as he took the keys out of her hand.
Fiona narrowed "Misogyny? Since when do you think like this?" she opened the door, went outside and opened the garage.
"Always." The demon responded "Cars aren't made for women."
"Really? And who says they're made for demons?"
He opened the door of the firebird for her, before he appeared right next to her "I was there as the first car was invented, love." He showed a smug grin "great deal, by the way… I mean, seriously… it was something we all benefit from."
"Save it, please." Fiona muttered and leaned her head against the window. "You know that I sometimes want to be like you?" She said a few minutes later, just loud enough for him to hear it. With wide eyes he looked at her, the shock clearly visible on his face.
"You what?"
Sighing she sat straight up "Look at who you are, what you reached. You have everything you need, don't you?"
He frowned "True, but did you thought once about what I needed to do for that? And still my position isn't save?"
"I worry about that a lot, you know? What if something happens before you get purgatory? If something happens to you?" Crowley wanted to protest, but Fiona just shook her head and interrupted him "Seriously, Crowley. What if something happens to you, then I'm on my own, no one can rescue me out of hell."
"The Winchesters' oversized super-bird can." Crowley said, not taking his eyes from the street.
Fiona just shook her head "No. I would never have a normal life again." The king of hell stopped the car on the side of the street.
"Stop thinking about that. It won't happen." He answered dryly, didn't want to think about what would happen if he died or maybe worse.
Fiona nodded slightly, not completely convinced, but she accepted this answer. "I think things would be easier if I'd be like you." She picked up the topic again. "For both of us."
"Stop talking about that!" he growled "Because it won't. And there are damn good reasons for that. I don't know what is wrong with me for still having this kinda human feelings, but believe me, I'm the only demon in hell and on earth you can lull with your stunning green eyes and this 'fuck-me-I'm-adorable'-look and… and… your great sense of humor and the perfect knowledge of things I like and your stupid soft rock music, just the damn way you say my name–"
"Uh... Crowley?... You alright?" Fiona asked carefully and slightly touched his hand.
"Exactly. It drives me crazy. Every darn thing about you drives me insane!" he still looked right into her eyes.
"I really start to worry about you…" she slightly narrowed "Are you sure you're you?"
"Of course I'm me." He sighed. "The point is if you would turn into one of these stupid demons there is nearly no chance to turn out as a pussy like me."
Fiona blinked two times and kept silent for a moment "I didn't say demon, I said like you." She uttered and leaned over to kiss him for a moment to calm him down.
Nodding he started the car again "The things are good how they are, Fiona."
"But you're not a vampire that sparkles in the sun, are you?" she grinned quickly "You know that 'I'm a monster, you're human'-blah-blah-thing?"
"I'm not a monster, I'm amazing." Crowley answered determined "And please, don't start with this vampire-shit. One of the worst deals someone ever made." He narrowed
Then there was silence between the two of them, nearly until they reached the next bigger city, then Fiona broke it.
"You called yourself a pussy." She said grinning.
"In your place I wouldn't repeat it." He growled back.
"You said 'a pussy like me.'" She started to chuckle "The great King of Hell, Crowley, the demon haunting my worst nightmares called himself a pussy."
"You're confusing the terms, dear, it's not 'nightmare'. What you wanted to say is your kinky little wet dreams." He commented.
"Maybe these too." She suppressed her grin "But you said pussy anyway." Crowley clenched his teeth and searched for a parking. Looking at the time Fiona noticed that they had been driving for half an hour as the car stopped and Crowley got out of it. Fiona followed him and took her bag, before he took her hand and decided he should buy Fiona new clothes that fit to his suits.
"I think that's the best reason to buy things I ever had" she chuckled silently as they left a shop, two bags more in her, and four bags more in his hand, and a lot of his money lesser – something in the mid thousands, what Fiona thought was way too much. "And I think you're crazy."
"Why? Because I did what you asked me for?" He protested.
"I asked you for nothing, dumbass. I just wondered what to wear when going out with you."
He nodded "Right, and now you have quite a choice, haven't you?"
"I didn't want you to spend so much money! And you just bought me high heels. I thought you hated it when I was taller than you?" she said. Even in flat shoes she was just two inches smaller than him. "Where did you even get the money?"
He narrowed "You look damn hot in high heels." Then Crowley shrugged "King of Hell, love, it all adds up, you know." Later he suggested that he should bring the bags all into their house, so that they hadn't got so much to carry with them. Fiona agreed on that and waited until he was back minutes later.
They sat in a café, Fiona was poking around in a piece of pie and Crowley watched the bypassing people.
"You said a few really cute things earlier on the drive…" she said at once as he looked back to her "Even if I didn't get what you mean with the 'fuck-me-I'm-adorable'-look."
"See…" Crowley started explaining "It is exactly what it sounds like. This… this one certain look when you want me to fuck you. Mostly gentle." Fiona smiled a little. "And then there's this 'fuck-me-as-hard-as-you-can'-look…"
"Right. I guess I heard enough." She stopped him from talking. "You should try the pie." She suggested and shoved the plate over to him.
"No." he just answered and leaned back. Fiona shrugged and continued her poking in it.
She narrowed while she started chewing a piece of the pie. "Imagine I get hurt, really hurt… What would you do?" she questioned at once. Crowley looked at her, his eyes narrowed not sure if he heard right. "On a hunt… or if somebody blows our cover…"
"There's something else you can blow." He muttered. "I'd probably stuff a demon down your throat until you're alright again or the wingman appears to get you back together."
Fiona nodded silently "Sounds pleasant…" she said "How does it feel to have a demon inside one?" she asked on.
Crowley chuckled "You should know."
"You know what I mean." She sighed. "To be a meat suit."
"Don't know, don't care. I'm not one." He looked down on him "I would ask him, but he kinda… got shot and all this stuff. Isn't really… you know… alive." Fiona nodded. "Oh, and if there's no demon around to stuff down your throat I'd do it myself."
"Great." Fiona said ironical "And then you'd do some pervert stuff with my body. A whole new way for intercourse." Grinning the demon answered that he could do it right now. "Don't you dare!" She finished her pie and Crowley paid before they stood up and and he took her hand again. "Since when do you do that?" Fiona wondered.
"You belong to me, they shall see it." Then he took a deep breath and asked her what he was wondering about a lot the last days. "How did you handle that? I mean, with what I am? You even saw my true form…"
Fiona slightly rolled her eyes "We talked about that a lot already, remember? My parents always taught me that character is what matters. And you have a hell of a character, sweetie." Then she shrugged "I always knew what you are, I knew what I got myself into. And, believe me or not, that was the best decision I ever made!"
"I do believe you." He gave her his smug grin again.
"I get it, you just wanted to hear how awesome you are." She nodded, then took a long look at him before she forced herself to look away "Not in public..." she muttered and told Crowley to help her searching a quiet corner. As they found one Fiona just pulled him with her and pulled him into a heated kiss. "Sorry." She apologized then, as she could pull away from him.
"For?"
"Sometimes I just have the urge to do that …" she looked to the ground, then at him, noticing his smirk.
"I should be blushing" he answered "And yes, I know, my sexiness is overwhelming."
"Also are your smugness and your ego." The woman added.
"Who makes me compliments the whole day?"
"I guess it's you." Fiona said unimpressed and they went on, passing shops and cafés and all kinds of things to spend your money.
Crowley looked away "Right. Since I'm the only one who loves me more than you do."
"You don't!" she protested.
"Don't worry, you come right after me."
"Narcissistic ass." Fiona muttered and turned away from him. "Fuck you."
"And then? What are you doing?" He turned her back to face him and looked into her eyes. With a scoff in her voice she answered that she would kick his ass. "Right, my ass. It's great, isn't it?"
"You can kiss mine."
"Great alternative since I can't reach my own." The demon gave her a slight spank on her rear on which she just looked at him for a few seconds before she said he shouldn't do that in public. "But you forcing your spit into my mouth, sure. That's nothing for children, darling."
"Nothing for children, darling" she aped. "And I still love you more than you do."
"Maybe a little." He indulged "And maybe I love you a little more than myself." Satisfied Fiona nodded.
Fiona shook her head. "Mhh." Protesting she wrapped her arms around Crowley. The three days had passed by far too quickly.
"Would you let go of me? We still need to find a little Purgatory, remember?" he gave her an intense look until she nodded.
She sighed "I'll come by car, okay?" he agreed and watched her taking on her cargo jacket. "I'm there around this afternoon…" Crowley nodded, put his hand on her cheek and gave her a long, tenderly kiss before he was gone. Then Fiona took her keys and went out of the door, a bright smile on her face.
Six hours later she parked her car near were Crowley kept 'his' monsters.
As she went through the doors the demons inside still gave her skeptical looks. They knew who she was and that she had the knife.
"Where's Crowley?" She asked, watching their black flashing eyes. "Very impressive, guys. Now, would you tell me?"
They led her through the hallways until they reached a door and told her he was in there.
"Guess who's here." She grinned at Crowley as she entered the room. He was wearing a blood-smeared apron "I see, you want to help in the household? Good decision."
Crowley's gaze went from Fiona over to the two, now bright grinning demons who brought her there "You can go now." He told them a threatening voice.
The demons shared a look before one of them said "The king wants some alone-time with his hot-stuff of a girlfriend." Crowley put his hand inside Fiona's jacket and pulled Ruby's knife out of hit, holding it up, so that the two demons could take a close look.
"Mind your words or I'll make use of this. And now get your sorry arses out of here!" he yelled and watched them leaving. "You coming?" he looked at Fiona, took the apron off, the jacket on and pulled her closer "How was the drive?" he asked.
Fiona shrugged "Extended. After three days I needed to get used to driving without the annoying voice of the great King of Hell next to me, you know?" she chuckled before she closed the small gap between them. "Now… I have a job to do here, haven't I?"
"Crowley, you're so unromantic." He mocked and waved his hand to follow her.
"I never said that." Fiona defended. "But I know it, you're a hopeless romantic."
"No I just… Like to spent time with you. That's all."
She shook her head "You are, Crowley, and we both know that. Deep, deep down you are." He wanted to protest, but was cut off by her whispering into his ear "You brought me flowers, remember?"
"Whatever." Narrowing the demon went on, leading her to the part of the prison where he had the monsters, so that she could take a look at them.
Bad ending, I know, but if I would make it longer it would never end :P
Right now I have a little time-problem, so it could last a little longer to update...
And, really, thanks to all of you, and especially thanks for the wondeful reviews :))