I have to apologize for the late update! Even though I know exactly where I want to go with this story, I can't seem to write it down the way I want it to be. I hope the next chapter will be easier.

I also have to thank you for the nice comments! Whenever I have some kind of writer's block and feel like I'm not good enough to write anything at all I read them and they really help me to keep going =) I can't thank you enough for making me smile this bright.

The bed creaked under their weight, as it slightly rocked in rythm with their rapid movements.

Subconsciously Donna spread her legs further and moved her hands down Crowley's back, to press them against his ass in a silent plea for more.

Despite Crowley's objection, Donna had started to work again and due to their limited mutual freetime they saw each other even less frequent.

After a few weeks back home, Donna had become bored with doing nothing, but waiting for Crowley to come by. Her grief over her grandfather had ceased, especially after Crowley assured her that none of his underlings had found seen a sign of him in hell. Whenever her thoughts drifted to the old man, she only hoped that he had a great time in heaven.

To fill her uneventful days, she had applied for a job and now she had an employment as a second pa for a successful lawyer in a solicitor's office.

Even though it was only a part-time job, the work sophisticated her. As brilliant as the man was in court, as headless he was with the paperwork.

Donna spend a lot of time with copying, stapling and ordering his files and frequently got into an argument with his first PA about the right sorting system.

As much as she loved having an occupation, she was glad when she could go home in the evening.

More than once had Crowley suggest ed her to quit her job, but as annoying as it could be, Donna liked being needed and having a task.

And while the lenght of their dates became ridiculous short, instead of drifting them apart, the limited time only made them more intimate. They both didn't want to waste a minute with awkwardness or suppressed anger and so their meetings were always filled with blunt honesty.

Donna's gotten so familiar to the demon's quirks, that she had to take just one look at his tense shoulders and worn out expression to know that a small conversation and a bit of cuddling wouldn't be enough to help him relax tonight.

Without many words she had led him into the bedroom and they started undressed each other.

There was no extensive forplay, no careful touches, just the need to feel the pleasurable relieve as fast as possible.

Crowley had his face buried in Donna's shoulder and she could feel his hot breath coming in pants against her skin.

A small grunt escaped her everytime Crowley sank into her and she moved her hips in rythm to his to increase the pleasure.

It was so easy for her to let go when she felt so close to her lover. A shameless groan fell from her mouth as his thrusts became more frantic. His muscles tensed under her fingers and he freezed buried deep inside her. His arms tightened around her middle as he came with a gravel moan.

He let his lax body drop next to her and took a few deep breaths through his nose to calm his racing heart, before he leaned over and kissed the side of her face.

Without pausing he pushed the sheets away and climbed out of bed in search for his clothes.

Donna sat up and pulled the covers over her naked body, the cold air raising goosebumps on her sweaty skin.

"You're just gonna leave me hanging out to dry?", she asked slightly irritated as she watched Crowley pulling up his pants.

He stopped mid-action and stared at her.

"You didn't-?"

"No", she stressed.

He buttoned his pants and walked over to the bed.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I really have to go", he affirmed as he leant down and pressed another kiss to her cheek. "Remind me next time that I owe you an orgasm."

"Stupid asshole", she mumbled after he turned back to dressing himself, and let the sheet drop in frustration.

Crowley stepped infront of the large mirror and combed his fingers through his mused up hair.

He looked around for his grey tie and Donna spotted it on the carpet next to the bed.

She picked it up and walked over to the Demon. With delicate hands she placed it around his neck and started to knot it.

"I think it's unfair", she began without taking her eyes from her working fingers.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise."

The crooked grin softened as he lifted his eyes from her nude breasts to his face and he was startled by the wary expression on her face. It was as naked and open as the rest of the woman's body and he could see how she slowly let her last guards down.

"Not that!", she cut him off. "The first time we met, you promised me whatever I'd wish for in exchange for my soul. Now you've got me, my soul, my body, my everything."

She let her hand glide down the silk tie before she looked up. Holding his eyes, her face turned back into her superior smirk.

"And what did I get?"

"What did you get?", the demon purred, his hands embracing her hips and an equal smirk on his lips.

"Not an orgasm, that much we know."

Crowley let out a barking laugh.

"That's why I'm never getting tired of you. I assure you'll get your reward the next time we meet, but now I've really got to go. I'll see you three in a few days."

He raised his hands to her boobs and gave them a soft squeeze. Before she could slash his fingers away, he had already vanished.

In a mixture of irritation and amusement, Donna walked to the bathroom to take a shower, wondering why it were always the assholes that were so damn charming.

Crowley had long stopped knocking on Donna's door before entering her house. Sometimes Donna thought of him as a stray cat that came and went however he pleased. Today although, he really wished he had announced his presence.

He just rounded the corner to the living room as something hard hit against his head. Startled he held his throbbing forehead and yelled some curses. Immediately, Donna rushed towards him with an apology on her lips.

"Honey, I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there."

"Why would you be throwing books around in the first place?!", he asked irritated, as he bent down to pick up the missile. Taking a look at the book's cover, Crowley groaned at the sight of the exaggerated caricatures of the Winchester Brothers.

"Because I didn't agree with the ending", she told him as if it was a perfectly sane answer. Her eyebrows were contracted in sadness and her big blue eyes left him squirming uncomfortably under her gaze. "Did you know how they stopped the apocalypse?"

"Yes, I know how they stopped the apocalypse, it's part my job to know these things. Why, for hell's sake, are you still reading this crap?"

In her eyes, Crowley could see how Donna's mood shifted from confused sadness to fiery anger.

"You knew and you did not once think of telling me?!"

"I thought the important thing was that we're all still alive. The apocalypse was aborted one way or another, where's the difference?"

"Where's the- where's the difference?! Those are people, real people and now Sam is in the cage with Micheal and Lucifer, that stupid angel is just up and away and Dean was left completely alone without his brother or his best friend! I mean, that woman seems fine, but he can fuck her all week, she still isn't his family."

She stopped her passionate rant to gasp for air and Crowley took in her flushed skin and the way her breasts would heave with every breath. Suddenly he was reminded of their last reunion and a jolt of arousal shot through his loins. He shook his head to chase the erotic thoughts out of his mind. There was a reason why he came to visit Donna today and he wouldn't let his sex drive spoil it. Forcing his eyes upwards to her face, he tried to concentrate again on their discussion.

"So you feel bad for the guys who repeatedly tried to kill me?"

"No!", she interjected, but let her head drop at the sight of Crowley raising one eyebrow. "Well, yeah, maybe. But you can't help but feel sorry for them after reading the books. All that misery and pain. You read it and tell me that it doesn't affect you!"

"Thank's, but no. There are more pleasurable ways to get rid of my brain cells than putting myself in the Winchester's shoes. Now, go and get dressed."

Donna sighed but obeyed and went into the hallway to get her shoes and jacket, the demon following her close on her heels.

"Where are we going this time?", she asked suspiciously as she looked for a pair of shoes that would go well with the purple blouse and denim jeans se was wearing.

"It's a surprise."

She gave him a calculating look, before she turned back towards her shoe cabinet and grabbed a pair of brown suede boots. Using Crowley for balance, she put them on.

"But is it like Brighton? I mean, don't get me wrong, lunch with an ocean view was nice for a change, but it's no fun when you can't rub it into anyone's face. Nobody's gonna believe me that we traveled from London to the English Channel and back again within an hour."

"I fear it's exactly like Brighton", he answered with a honeyed voice and she frowned at his mocking tone.

"Than it better be good and not just a waste of time."

"Sweetheart, when did I ever waste your time?"

With a teasing smile, she snatched her jacket of the hook and swung it over her arm.

"When you forced me to watch Rome with you."

"It's a show about the rise and fall of the roman empire. How can you not like that?"

"Politics, violence and sex", she muttered with a roll of her eyes.

"It's a lifestyle."

Before Crowley could lecture her again on her taste in tv shows, she grabbed his hand and urged him to leave.

"Come on, you promised me a surprise."

He gave her another raised eyebrow, the one that questioned how he could fall for her in the first place, but it melted into a smile as he saw the eager look on her face. Without further teasing he snapped his fingers, sending Donna and himself away.

"Where the hell did you deport me this time?", Donna demanded to know, trotting after Crowley over an empty ground of gravel towards an old looking building.

"Don't get into a fret, we're still in London, 'tis just a different corner."

"Yeah, but what are we doing here?"

Crowley let one of his trademark smiles show.

"You wanted a reward for sticking around with me and here it is."

He opened a rusty door, the angles screeching at the strain, and they stepped inside the factory building. The air was slightly cooler and smelled of damp mould. The windows were tainted with dust and the light was only fully coming through where the glass was broken and missing. Donna thought she heard the dribbling steps of a rat, but that wasn't the reason why she froze to the spot as her eyes scanned the great hall.

The giant room was empty except from a chair standing in the middle of the dirty floor. Tied to it was a bloody and beaten up man with a gag in his mouth and a blindfold around his eyes. His pained whimperes drifted through the air and became louder as her recognized that other people were in the room.

"What the hell?!", she yelled out of lack for any other words.

Crowley, who had watched her face in anticipation, furrowed his forehead at her shocked expression.

"Surprise", he told her warily.

Tearing her eyes off the man, whom she had recognized to be her ex-husband, she glared at the demon.

"Have you lost your bloody mind?!"

"Why? It's exactly what you wanted. Dog", he pointed towards a spot where Donna could see nothing but the prints of paws in the dust, and then turned towards terrified man on the chair. "and testicles."

"It was a joke!", the redhead exclaimed furious. "I was drunk!"

With her face gleaming with anger, she rushed towards Shaun and snatched off the blindfold. Seeing her face, recognition dawned on his face, immediately followed by pure anger. His muffled screams doubled and he started to struggle against his bonds.

"I'm so sorry", Donna tried to assure him. "This is all just a giant misunderstandig."

She walked behind him and started loosening the knots. Pain shot through her finger as she broke off a nail and it only fueled her fury.

"What are you doing?", Crowley dared to ask her skeptical. Puzzled by it's owners perplex stance, the hellhound started to growl, but Crowley quickly cut it off with a short wave of his hand.

"We're not going to castrate my ex!"

"But you-"

"No!", she yelled unyielding and her voice resounded from the cold brick walls.

Huffing, Crowely put his hands into his pockets and rolled his eyes at the ceiling, his whole body radiating his surrender.

Finally, Donna had untied Shaun off the chair and he immediately jumped up and ripped the gag from his mouth.

"You're gonna pay for this!", he yelled, as he jogged towards the door, always keeping a distance between the demon and himself. "I knew it was a mistake to have married you crazy ass bitch, but this is a whole new level of wrong! And you", he turned to Crowley, one foot already outside of the door. "You're going to jail, you psychopath. I'll make sure they'll lock you away forever!"

The demon just blinked at him unimpressed, not making any move to keep his hostage from escaping.

"Shaun, wait!", Donna shouted and run after the fleeing man, but Crowley stepped in her way.

"Don't worry, he won't get far."

Without thinking twice, she lunged out and slapped him. The smack resounded through the quiet factory hall. Hissing in pain, Donna had to shake the sting out of her hand, before she could glare at Crowley again.

"What the hell?!", she yelled furious. He stroke his sore cheek before he began to form an answer, but Donna got ahead of him.

"You can't just kidnap Shaun and think that I'm gonna be all psycho-killer with you! God, what is wrong with you?"

"I just thought-"

"No! No, you didn't think, that's the problem. You just had this delusional, egocentric idea that I wouldn't care for other people anymore. Do you know me at all? Did you really think I'd enjoy it if you chopped up my ex like some crazy butcher? Like some proper monster?"

Anger started to rise inside Crowley and he squinted his eyes at the human shouting at him. To fast for her to react, his hands shot forwards and grabbed the fabric of her jacket. Pulling her head close towards his own, he snarled into her face.

"I've got news for you, kitten. I am that proper monster!", he roared in a gravel voice. His hot breath hit her face with every word, the smell of sulfur burning in her nostrils like never before. She tried to push him away, but he was to strong and her hands pressed against his chest felt like they tried to move a wall. "I kill for a living and I take what I want and I'll still sleep like a baby tonigjt. Now, don't you play all doe-eyed on me, 'cause you knew right from the start what I am and what I do."

"Let me go!" The scream came from the top of her lungs, but he could still hear the quiver in her voice, indicating the underlying fear.

He pulled her even closer and felt her squirming under his hold on her. Her eyes were wide and her pupils blown in fear, their provocating spark amiss. Her face was ashen, no signs of that lively blush that used to grace her skin during their other fights. It hit him that he had finally accomplished to make Donna Noble afraid of him.

A clenching feeling took suddenly hold of his chest and he let go of Donna's jacket as if it had given him an electric shock. Surprised by the sudden release she stumbled backwards.

For a moment she stood frozen to the place, shell-shocked, before she walked past him towards the exit, not averting her eyes off him.

"Just... stay away from me", she told him, keeping her voice as controlled as possible, but unable to disguise the small tremor. Even from the distance, Crowley could see how her face became puffy and her eyes turned red.

"Donna, I'm-"

"Keep it", she warned him with one hand raised. "Just... leave me alone."

With her whole body slightly shaking, she turned around and walked outside and Crowley let her go without any further words.