Chapter Nine : A Slim Chance

Crowley felt anything but well rested as Elizabeth and he lie in bed in the hotel room they had rented the night before. The children who had spent most of the night running up and down the halls and talking had apparently either finally gone to bed or checked out.

The room was finally totally silent except for the sound of the air conditioner and early morning birds chirping outside.

Crowley's stomach felt as though it was in dozens of tiny tight knots so gnarled that it seemed impossible to even begin to smooth them out.

He glanced down at Elizabeth not helping but to smirk. She really could sleep though anything. She was beside him an arm wrapped around his waist. She was resting on her side wearing only the baggy gray t shirt that she used as pajamas and a pair of bright pink lace boyshorts.

Since the intimate part of their relationship had flourished, Elizabeth had been sure to expand her under garment collection. Allowing it to grow beyond unattractive cotton panties and dull plain beige and black cotton bras. She had ventured to the lingerie store in the tiny building her town sadly called a mall. There she had bought a few lace and silk pieces, all on sale of course. She had a hard time putting too much money into something that only Crowley would see her in, and for the most time he only saw her in it for a short time before it found it's way on the floor.

He placed his hand on her back unable to resist the temptation to slide his hand underneath her shirt caressing her warm skin. As if on cue or maybe just her sensing his touch, her eyelids fluttered open.

She frowned blinking the sleep out of her eyes as she spoke her voice sleepy. "What time is it ?"

"Early." Crowley stated allowing her to snuggle closer to him her head resting on his chest.

He was unable to hold back any longer asking her the same thing he'd already asked her at least a billion times. Hoping that somehow if he kept getting her reassurance that the knots in his stomach would iron themselves out. "So you don't think he told your father ?"

Elizabeth sighed once again remembering the disaster with Dean at her father's house. To be honest she really didn't know if Dean had blabbed to her father. If he had would it matter ? Dean didn't know that Crowley was the man she was talking to.

She gave Crowley a gentle smile as she spoke. "No I don't think he did anything...I mean think about it. If my dad had a clue you would probably be getting calls from your neighbors freaking out because my father would be at your front door with a hunting rifle."

Crowley let out a shaky sigh her response causing panic to bubble up in his gut. He was pretty sure that she wasn't embellishing the part about the rifle.

His brain was filled with images of Bobby Singer on a hunting trip with him as the prey.

He was surprised by the sense of jealousy that bubbled underneath the panic, at the thought of Dean. He couldn't help but to be intimidated by the mention of Elizabeth's one time boyfriend. He remembered the picture of Dean that he had seen in one of Ellen's photo albums. Though it was old, the man was obviously handsome and young. The type of man Bobby Singer would probably want his daughter to be with.

"You don't think that Dean...has feelings for you still ?...I mean he was concerned that you were talking to a boyfriend on the phone right ?" Crowley blurted out before he his brain had a chance to stop him from voicing his insecurities.

Elizabeth scooted up in the bed a frown on her face as she spoke. "No it's nothing like that. I mean he's just got this weird really obnoxious big brother complex when it comes to me. Trust me there is nothing going on there."

She reached over pressing a hand to Crowley's cheek as she spoke her voice firm. "You are the only one in the world I could ever want. I love you and only you. You're stuck with me for life and no one will ever change that."

He placed his hand over hers the sincerity of her words calming him immediately. "I love you too darling. I can't think of anyone else I'd rather be stuck with."

She moved her hand and relaxed back against him her head once again resting on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat soothing her. He ran his hand along her back noticing that she tensed as he ran his hand along a jagged scar.

He did it again knowing that insecurities about her body still resonated in her mind no matter how many times he told her that he found her to be beautiful. He held on to the hope that as long as he kept telling her this that she would be able to see what he saw when he looked at her.

He really did think that she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on. She was beautiful both inside and out and yes he knew that did sound cheesy.

The scars didn't disgust him as she sometimes allowed herself to believe at her lowest moments.. The only negative emotion he may apply to them was sadness. Sadness over how much pain had been inflicted upon her. The pain that she must have endured recovering from her accident.

Still though he thought that her scars showed her strength. She had pulled through what was probably the lowest moment of her life and persevered. She had rebuilt her life and had done an incredible job doing so.

He truly felt that she was amazing. He had promised himself that he would make her see that one way or another.

Crowley wanted to bring up the fact that their secrecy was going too far. The longer they waited the worse the result of coming clean would be.

He wanted to insist that they go straight to her father's home once they reached home and tell the truth. But fear of the fallout that was sure to come kept his lips sealed.

"I still don't know how a selfish bastard like me got someone like you to even consider being with him." He stated chuckling lightly as he struggled to forget his worries.

She laughed an amused smile developing along her face. "Maybe it's because you're not such a bad guy."

"Don't let anyone know. I have to keep my mean reputation." He replied as he leaned down pressing a kiss to her lips.

She pressed a hand to his cheek as the kiss grew deeper. She laid back allowing him to move hovering over her, their lips never parting.

She parted her legs letting him press himself against her their still clothed hips rocking in a familiar rhythm.

Their kiss finally broke as they let out short heavy gasps. They locked eyes Elizabeth's hand still caressing Crowley's cheek. She laughed as he leaned down feeling a bit playful giving her an Eskimo kiss their noses rubbing against each other.

He pulled away as he pressed his lips to her neck peppering her neck and shoulder with kisses he ran his hands up her sides sliding them over her hips up to her waist.

She placed a hand on the back of his head her fingers trailing through his short hair. She pulled her hand away pulling her arms up as her shirt was plucked over her head and thrown aside landing somewhere across the room.

Crowley turned his attention to her breasts his mouth closing over a nipple sucking greedily. She closed her eyes lost in the sensation as he took his time nibbling, sucking , and pressing surprisingly delicate kisses to each breast.

She reached down and let her hand trail down his stomach sliding underneath his boxers and caressing him. He pulled his head away letting out a sharp gasp his eyes closing and his hips beginning to rock on their own accord as she moved her hand up and down finding a slow almost torturous rhythm.

Elizabeth took him by surprise pulling her hand away suddenly causing him to let out a disappointed groan. She took her chance pushing him over onto the bed and moving over him.

He smirked a little amused (and to be honest insanely turned on ) by her show of dominance. His smirk turned into a wide-mouthed sigh of satisfaction as she moved down removing his boxers and throwing them across the room to join her shirt, before lowering her mouth over him.

He gripped the sheets trying not to lose complete control and slam his hips against her as she worked her mouth and hand on him. She sucked in her cheeks trying to ignore her gag reflex as she took as much of him as she could manage.

Crowley was bigger than any man she had ever been with. She hadn't shared this fact with him knowing that he didn't need anything else to inflate his ego. Besides she was pretty sure he already knew just how gifted he was in that department.

She placed her other hand against his stomach allowing her fingers to run though his chest hair as she continued to bob her head.

She pulled up all too soon for him causing him to let out a disappointed grunt. It was his turn to take her by surprise as he pulled her up pressing his lips to hers.

Crowley pulled back huffing as he reached back to caress her backside. "If I don't have you soon I'm going to lose it love."

Elizabeth smiled letting out a startled giggle as he playfully smacked her backside. "Well then I guess I won't make you wait any longer."

She leaned back and pulled her panties down as she pulled her legs forward. She managed to toss them aside though she was rather clumsy considering her current position. She was just thankful that she didn't lose her balance and fall flat on her back.

She positioned herself back over him and lowered herself over his waiting member the both of them letting out pleased sighs. She moved her hips rocking and grinding against him trying to find a good steady pace.

He placed his hands on her hips helping her speed up her movements into a rhythm that was pleasurable for the both of them. She leaned down to the best of her ability locking their lips together not helping but to sigh at the new sensations that this movement caused.

They stayed like this their lips pressed together their sighs and moans muffled against their kisses. Elizabeth dug her nails into his shoulders her hips shuddering as she felt her body begin to tense her climax nearing.

She let herself slide over the edge with a moan her lips pulling away from his as she shook through her orgasm.

Crowley followed her shortly afterwards finding a release in her with a deep moan his arms tightening their hold on her.

She collapsed against him the two of them both shaking and damp with sweat as they tried to recover from their climaxes.

She pulled up off of him but remained on top of him resting against him his arms still wrapped around her. They stayed silent their eyes growing heavy as their breathing began to return to normal.

Crowley ran a hand through her hair as she relaxed her head resting on his chest. He stroked her hair the worry finally long gone from his mind.

Elizabeth stood out front a long way away from the entrance to her workplace as she watched Meg suck on a cigarette.

Elizabeth watched as the thin white cancer stick produced a filmy line of smoke that trailed up and evaporated into the bright blue sky.

She was almost tempted to ask for a cigarette longing for a kick of nicotine to ease her otherwise sickly state, but her stomach lurched and churned at the idea.

Elizabeth placed a hand over her stomach frowning as she tried to push the bile back down her throat. She failed to fight off the guaranteed result of her stomach upset as she made her way over to some bushes beside an ashtray and leaned over emptying the contents of her stomach into the soil and plants below.

She felt Meg's hand on her back and the other hand holding back her hair as Meg threw down her cigarette and went to her friends aide.

Elizabeth spat and coughed trying to rid her mouth of the taste of vomit. Meg chuckled trying to lighten the mood as Elizabeth groaned. "I haven't done this since college."

Elizabeth let out a light strained chuckle as she stood up. Meg raised an eyebrow as she moved back. "This has been going on for too long now. Have you been to the doctor yet ? I know that boyfriend of yours has good health insurance."

Elizabeth shook her head sighing. "No I don't have any other symptoms but nausea and it usually goes away eventually."

Meg let out a sigh knowing that Elizabeth was going to turn bright red at her next question. "When was your last period ?"

"It can't be that." Elizabeth blurted out her cheeks darkening. She almost blurted out the part about her doctors saying that she couldn't get pregnant again.

Her eyes widened knowing very well that that wasn't exactly what her doctors had said. The doctors had said that it was hard to tell with the damage she had endured after the accident. They hadn't completely ruled out pregnancy.

There was still a chance. A supposedly slim one but it was there. She had just given up hope that it would actually ever happen.

She paled as she realized how big of a chance there was. Crowley and she hadn't been very careful because of how slim the chance had been.

They had used protection the first couple of times but after that they had completely stopped.

She took a deep breath trying not to panic. It couldn't be. No it couldn't happen. But then again she was late wasn't she ?

Meg shook her head already knowing the answer. "Go to the drug store buy a bunch of tests and go home."

"I can't just leave work." Elizabeth protested not wanting to face up the fact that this was really happening.

Meg huffed an amused smile on her face. "Yes you can. One boss is your dad and the other ones your boyfriend. Go home and see if there's a bun in the oven."

Elizabeth sent a glare Meg's way before the round faced brunette put her hands up a defensive stance. "Just go home. I'll tell everyone you have food poisoning...I'll even go up and grab your stuff for you. Don't worry I wont mention the puking in the bushes thing."

Elizabeth sighed nodding her head in agreement.

She knew that Meg was right. She needed to get to a drug store and she needed to get there fast.