Rolling over in the plush bed I sigh pleasurably as the events of last night refresh themselves in my mind. I reach out for Crowley to greet him, but my hand only finds air. My brow furrows and I open my eyes, wondering where he's gone. I sit up suddenly, my blonde hair in a ruffled mess around my face, and look around the bedroom for a sight of him. There is nothing, only the lingering of his presence suspended on the dust in the air. I climb out of the bed and head for the door, not bothering to cover myself. The house seems empty and devoid of any life. Did he seriously just fucking leave me here.

I hurry down the double staircase and head into his office, half-expecting to find him at his desk, going through papers, possibly enjoying a glass of Craig. But which papers would they even be? I don't even know what he does. He could be a damn pimp for all I know.

Shit. Was I just his hooker?

But then, again, why would he just leave me here?

An involuntary scream escapes my lips when I enter into the office and a pair of wide chocolate-brown eyes, not belonging to Crowley, are staring back at me. "Sam! Holy shit, what the actual fuck..." My body goes rigid and I cannot bring myself to even try to cover any piece of my dignity. My eyes actually begin to hurt from being so shocked and every part of me is trembling. Sam. Sam is here, inCrowley'shouse, in a fuckingsuit.What are the odds? What do he and Crowley even have to do with one another?

"Ruby?!" Sam replies, incredulous.

I roll my eyes. "Yes, dumbass. Who else do I look like?" I think I have rendered Sam speechless and somehow I find that highly entertaining. "What the hell are you doing here?" I shoot at him, momentarily forgetting that I am completely indecent. Not that he probably cares, anyways.

"Me? Ruby, what the hell are you doing here?" Sam asks in a calm voice, which oddly enough, is not hosting any anger.

I angrily gesture at my naked body. "What does it fucking look like?"

Sam averts his eyes and blows out a sigh, running his fingers through his hair. "Wow, didn't take you very long, did it?"

"Well, you did totally stab me in the back," I retort.

"After you lied straight to my face, Ruby!"

"Woa, down boy," emerges a British-coated voice. "I only paid for the one, Moose, get in line." Crowley comes up behind me, slipping a shirt around my shoulders, then planting a slight kiss on my lips. Sam scoffs and turns away, sitting down in one of the chairs across from Crowley's desk. "Sam, this is Ruby. Ruby-"

"Yes, we know, Crowley." Sam interjects, obviously annoyed. "Congratulations on landing the slut. Can we get back to business now?"

Crowley looks between the two of us a few times, then gestures at us and says, "You two know each other?"

"Unfortunately," I mutter.

Crowley sucks in a breath. "Awkward. Well, Sam, thank you for your time this lovely morning. I trust you know the way out." He gestures toward the door with one hand while pulling out his bottle of Craig with the other.

"Wait, what?" Sam asks, confused. "You-you're not going to help me, Crowley?"

"Listen, Moose. I have a lot of things to do, with so little time to preform it all. And your little problem you've come to me with lies on the insignificant scale of things. So no, I'm not going to help you."

"Can't or won't?" Sam asks through gritted teeth.

"Is that really any of your concern?" Crowley asks, uninterested, as he pours himself a glass.

"Yes, Crowley, I think it is!"

"Fine. I can't. Happy?" Crowley downs his entire glass of scotch in one gulp.

"Cro-"

"I can't, and I meant I can't, you mop-headed lumberjack! Now get the hell out of my house!" Crowley shouts, and I can't help but laugh. As Sam passes me by I try to stratigically cover it with a cough, but obviously I fail because he rams his shoulder into me on his way out the door. A few seconds later the slam of the front door echos around us.

"Well..." I trail off as slip my arms into the shirt he gave me and button it up. "I think I'll just...get going then," I mutter and turn to leave the office, eager to be out of his sight as I feel my face heat up more and more. God, I am so fucking embarassed. First, I make a damn fool of myself and the bar and then my ex randomly shows up at the man I slept with's house finding menaked and yells at me in front of him, who was listening in for God knows how long.Understandably, this is not how I planned anything to happen.

"And where are you going, Ruby?" I jump and hesitantly turn back around, reluctantly meeting my king's eyes. "And here I thought we were having something special," Crowley purrs as he pours himself another glass.

"I-I just thought that after Sam...and since I was only basically your play-thing last night I'd just be off."

"Is that what you think?" Crowley asks, taking a sip of his Craig. "You didn't feel like a play-thing. And anyways, who you've dated or went to bed with in the past is no concern of mine."

"If I wasn't your play-thing then what I am to you?" I ask, folding my arms across my chest.

He sets his drink down on his desk and closes the distance between us, tilting my chin so our eyes meet. "You, love, are a very lovely woman, who I picked up at a bar last night, of whom my affections lie with deeply. A woman who I'd very much like to see again," his voice dies off as he buries his face in my neck, sending kisses all the way up until his lips are hovering right above mine. "Unless, of course, you're more of a one-nighter type of gal."

My breath hitches in my throat, my brain unable to process any words out of my mouth. "I, um." I clear my throat, trying to find my voice again. "Yes, sir, I would very much enjoy that."

"I don't have time for your inglorious name-calling this morning, love, I have a meeting," Crowley nips at my ear. His hands find my waist and press me into him, there still being only a thin veil of air between our lips.

"Well, then I won't keep you waiting," I reply. "But don't you dare keep me waiting tonight."

"Dare I ask, what is tonight?" Crowley tries to kiss me, but I tilt my head back in refusal, causing him to groan.

"Tonight...I am going out to get merry. Find me before my moral time of consent leaves me, yeah?" And with that I release myself from his longing grip and disappear upstairs to retrieve my clothing. When I pass the office again on my way out the front, Crowley is still standing where I left him, speechless and unmoving, his eyes following me out the door with a sadness that makes me smile.

"NO." Meg whispers, eyes incredulous.

"What?" I ask, having just filled her in on my last 12 hours while we clean out her freezer's supply of ice cream.

"You did not just say the name 'Crowley'," she answers, still staring at me.

Oh dear lord. Iamhis whore. "Yeah...I did. Why?" I ask with caution. "Do you know him?"

"He was my boss, Ruby!" Oh.Meg smacks me across the shoulder. "That is disgusting. Really, it is."

"Was. Was your boss, apparently, being the key word." She scoffs and leaves to wash her dishes, returning a few moments later. "Hey...Meg. How do you mean 'boss'? What line of practise is he in?"

"Let me get this straight, Ruby: you let this man pick you up at a bar, only giving you his first name, you two share this amazing, heated night, but you don't ask anything else about him?"

"We were kind of busy, dumbass. That sort of thing doesn't really come up during...what we were doing." I scoop out a spoonful of ice cream too big for my mouth, but stuff it in anyways, not wanting to continue.

Meg sighs. "He's a...Well, he is like a business man, of sorts. He makes deals with people. Helps them out."

Intrigued, I prod, "How so?"

"It's...complicated," is all she will say, implying that she is done talking about it.

Seriously? I sigh. "Alright then, Meg. Whatever. Anyways, how are you and Cas these days?"

"Oh me and Clarence are just fine," Meg lulls, "you know, sexual insecurities and awkwardness wrapped up in a trench coat and all that."

"You know, I still have no idea why you call him 'Clarence'," I call over my shoulder as I put the ice cream back in the freezer.

"He's my angel," Meg says matter-of-factly.

I smile at her and she stares past me, presumably now thinking about her angel. They're so adorable, the two of them, they have been going out for forever. I wish I could have a relationship like that. I hope I will…someday.

Meg is suddenly standing in front of me and snaps in my face. "Hey, blonde beauty!" she yells, interrupting my inner soliloquy.

Blinking, I reply, "What. Sorry."

She sighs. "It's fine. I just asked you if you had any plans tonight."

I try to hide the fact that my heart has begun to race at the thought that I might see Crowley again in only a short time. But then again, he might not even show up. He could have been only leading me on, trying to get in my pants one last time before I left. I decide to leave Crowley out of my response and say, "Nothing, just going to the bar. Do you want to join me? Come have a drink with me."

"You, beer, and a room full of horny sorority students. What do you need me for?"

"Just a drinking buddy. I don't plan on taking any of those shits home tonight."

She sighs, obviously unsure of whether or not to believe me. "Fine, let me go grab my keys."

"Two beers!" Meg shouts at the bar tender over the cacophony of dunk sorority members and football fans. Apparently it's a big night if you're a fan of the Knights, the local college team. I drop my head into my hands, bored. The surplus of human beings in this tiny little bar is getting to my head. Something hits my arm and I look up to see Meg sliding me my beer. "Hey what's the deal? You're the one who wanted to come here. Drink your goddamn beer and smile for me."

I half-ass a smile in her direction and take my beer. I bring it to my lips, but before I can down it like I was planning to, the bottle is plucked out of my hand and placed on the counter beside me. "Crowley!" I exclaim, looking up.

"Hello, love," he replies simply. Crowley leans down and whispers in my ear, "Hope I'm not too late for your untainted consent." I shudder as he kisses my neck.

Meg loudly clears her throat and Crowley casually straightens back up, looking in her direction. Meg gives him a curt nod and says, "Crowley."

"Whore," he replies nonchalantly.

I look back and forth between the two of them and burst out laughing. "'Whore'. I like that for you, Meg," I'm able to choke out.

Meg only glares at me. After several moments she finally pulls out some cash and slams it on the bar top. She stands up and snaps in my ear, "Takes one to know one, Ruby." Crowley and I then watch her twitch out of the bar, but not before she looks over her shoulder and sends a wink in our direction.

I'm still laughing as I turn my attention back to my beer, but before my hand can even close around it, Crowley gives it a shove down the counter. "If I recall," he says, leaning an elbow onto the bar, "you said that I had ruined all other alcohol for you."

My laughter dies out and I hope to God he will attribute my cheek's sudden flush to the heat in this damn bar. "Yes, I do believe that I did. Though that doesn't change the fact that it is still alcohol, even if it is 'rubbish'."

Crowley smirks and holds out his hand. "But that doesn't mean you have to drink it. You ready, my queen?"

"For what exactly?" I ask playfully. "You know, another person might call this desperation."

Crowley takes my hand from my lap and pulls me to my feet. "Then let me be desperate."Good God, I can't breathe. What have I done to receive such a romantic? He searches my eyes for some sort of response when I don't answer him, searching for any hint of approval. His face falls. "You alright, love?"

I suck in a deep breath. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine," I say, smiling at him.

"You know, we don't have to do this, Ruby. Maybe I am being a bit too desperate." Crowley opens his mouth to say more, but I push mine against his before he has a chance. He kisses me back slowly at first, shocked, but then leans into it, strongly pulling my body against his. I run my hands up through his hair, over his shoulders, needing to feel all of him at once, not satisfied with all this damn fabric between us. Crowley's hand reaches up my back, underneath my shirt. I shiver and break away, quickly yanking his hand down, smoothing out my shirt.

I feel the blood rush to my face again as I look around the bar, and sure enough, several people had been watching us, wide-eyed and surprised. I swear I see one guy reach down to comfort his pants. "We should go…" I trail off, grabbing Crowley's hand over my shoulder and leading him out of the bar. One guy standing by the door gives Crowley a pat on the back, saying something like 'you lucky bastard', but it's too loud to be sure. Somehow Crowley was able to park his sedan in the same place as before, despite the parking lot and both sides of the street packed with cars for the game.

I drop his hand when we reach the passenger side door, giving him a sly smile as I hop in. Crowley walks around to the driver's side and barely gets in all the way before starting the car and pulling out onto the road. He breaths an air of calmness and confidence, trying to maintain his tough, in-control exterior, but I know better. I can hear the way his breathing has increased, see the slight clenching of his hands on the steering wheel, the small beads of sweat forming on his brow. He reeks of desperation.

I smile at this thought. I smile at the control I seem to have over this blessed man.

"So…Mr. Crowley. Who exactly are you?"

"How do you mean love?" he asks, sparing me a glance before turning his attention back to the road.

"Where are you from? What is your line of work?"

A hint of a smile flits across his face. "Put simply, I am a moderately successful businessman from New York. I like to make deals with people."

"Moderately successful," I laugh. "Why only moderately?"

"While my…business, is very effective, it is not very popular." His jaw clenches, unclenches.

"Well that's unfortunate," I conclude. It's silent from then on, until we reach his house. I pause as I step out of the car. I have a bad feeling about this…There is just something in the air that I can't place and suddenly I have this rock in my stomach as I step into his entry hall.

And I was right.

"Oh dear lord," I mutter, running my hand down my face.

Sam runs his hand through his locks and glares at the wall. "What, are you his whore now?" he practically growls.

"If you'd like, Crowley and I could just go down on our business right here," I retort. Sam scoffs.

"Sorry, love, he doesn't pay me enough to see all my delicious glory." Crowley winks at me suggestively, making a point of mentally undressing me. I can't help but shiver with approval and chuckle as Sam gags loudly. "Anywho, did you need something, Moose, before I have my locks changed?"

Sam straightens himself and says in a professional voice, "I have a compromise."

Crowley raises an eyebrow, looking intrigued. "Oh? And what might that be?" When Sam hesitates, obviously not wanting to do business while I'm here, Crowley snaps, "Oh don't mind her numbnuts, we're all practically family here. Carry on."

Sam rolls his eyes, hands flexing at his sides. "Fine. You do what I've asked, and in return I will pay you double and/or—"

"Let me manipulate you into heck and gone while I make you my bitch? Yes, that is very tempting, Moose."

"That's not what—"

"It doesn't matter you want, it only matters what I want. And if you want this as much as you're acting like you do, then you'll do as I say," Crowley mutters as he mockingly picks at his fingernails.

Curiosity starts clawing its way through my brain. "I'm sorry, what is it that he wants so badly?" I point in Sam's general direction, but purposely address Crowley, not Sam.

He makes a silencing motion at Sam, who obviously was about to rebut. "Hush Moose. If you're my bitch and she's my whore, then we shan't have any secrets!" Crowley smiles, obviously very pleased with himself. He directs his attention at me, saying, "Moose, here, wants to disappear. Specifically, he wants to disappear from his brother."

What? I decide that I can't ignore Sam any longer. I spin on my heels so I'm facing him and exclaim, "Dean? Why the hell are you leaving him, Sam?"

"Something…happened. Look, Ruby it's none of your concern. You lost that right as soon as you walked out on me. My business here is with Crowley, and Crowley alone."

"Touchy, touchy," I mutter as I walk past him and into the office, pulling out Crowley's bottle of scotch. I reach for a glass, but decide against it, just bringing the whole bottle to my lips and downing as much as I can in one gulp. Sam. Twice in one day. Good lord, will I ever be rid of this jerk.

Crowley glances at me ridding of his alcohol, then frustratingly turns back to Sam. "Sorry, Moose. Wish I could help. You've certainly got a lot on your plate right now—looks like you are well and truly on your own." Sam opens and closes his mouth several times, then wipes all emotion from his face, even his apparent anger. "I trust you know the way out."

Sam doesn't even hesitate when leaving this time, and he doesn't look back. I swallow the last of the scotch and frown at the empty bottle.

"You're lucky I'm an addict," Crowley says as he walks into his office, bearing another bottle of scotch. I reach for it, but he holds it back, making a point of grabbing a glass from the drawer and pouring it in. I snatch the glass from him and down it similarly. His eyes widen and look me once over before placing both his hands on my shoulders. "Listen. You don't have to stay if you don't want to. I understand if you need to sort out this Sam business on your own."

I swallow down my anger enough to say, "As long as I don't have to see his pompous face again; I left him for a reason."

Crowley shoots me a grin. "Well remind me never to break up with you then."

I laugh. "We've only just met."

"And that matters why? I see us going places; is that such a sin?" He leans down a kisses me gingerly.

"I don't do relationships, sir," I whisper against his lips. "They bore me, I'm unfaithful and hearts always end up broken."

"Tell me something Ruby—do you peg me as the type of man to be played? You try to play me? I play the tune! Everyone else dances to it."

His grip on my shoulders tighten. I flinch. "What do you want from me, Crowley? I told you; I'm selfish, I don't care much for others' feelings, I'm unimportant. I'm not special in the slightest. Yes, I have an attractive body, but that's the only thing I got going for me. Why would a man like you waste time on a whore like me?"

"Because you're my whore, love," he responds playfully, loosening his grip. Though for some reason I don't want him to. He continues, "I'm willing to make this work if you are, but regardless," he pushes a loose strand of my hair behind my ear, "I would absolutely love to get my heart broken by you."

My heart beats out of time with the universe and ferociously pushes its way up through my throat. I'm tempted to say something clever in response, but I don't trust my voice not to waiver and betray me. So I do the next obvious thing. I kiss him, hard and desperate. I pull him to me and squish our bodies together, wanting to feel all of him at once. His face, his hair, his chest, the ever-growing bulge in his pants. Our clothes dance in the air around us, falling to the ground earnestly, eager to give us our privacy. Refusing to let his hands leave me for long, Crowley swipes his arm across the length of his desk, sending his papers and books flying in all kinds of directions, the scotch glasses and bottle shattering against the wall. He wraps his arm around my waist and hoists me on top of his desk. I spread my legs and he wastes no time in positioning himself between them, thrusting into me with such hunger that the desk creaks and groans under us.

I moan, tilting my head back, only to be snapped back up moments later by Crowley, forcing our mouths together. His tongue travels along all the hills in valleys in my mouth, dancing in rhythm with mine. "The scotch tastes good," he breathes out, causing a smile to spread across my face.

"Shit, Crowley," I gasp as he pulls my hips up towards him, his dick penetrating deeper and his thrusts becoming more and more violent. I break my face away from his, my lungs screaming for air as I struggle to keep up with his changed rhythm. "Holy mother of sin," I groan, my back arching as the orgasm floods all my senses, my cum running down my thighs. The pleasure pumps through my veins like liquid fire, consuming every cell in my body, refusing to let just one remain untouched. I'm still screaming when he reconnects our mouths with a new longing, still grinding into me. Back and forth, up and down, in and out…

I lean back and wipe the sweat on Crowley's scrunched face, saying, "It's okay, baby. You can let go, my king, just let go…" And he does only moments later, his cries reverberating throughout the entire house, ricocheting between the walls, making love with my own screams that are being released. Though something is pulling at my gut, the feeling of something missing. Everything my body has submitted to so far has been the most glorious passion, even more so than last night, and I shouldn't want more but I do. I need more. My body aches so bad I fear I might shatter if I don't receive more from this man. "Hit me," I mumble.

"You want me to hit you, my queen?" he huffs against my lips. My eyes still closed, my eyebrows knitted together, I nod in reply. I feel the absence of his face when he pulls away, but not for long. I cry out as Crowley back-hands me off the desk, my arms protesting as they catch me suddenly. I gently massage my throbbing cheek, the white hot sting rippling down through my neck. The unmistakable taste of blood taints my saliva, but I smile up at him. "Satisfied?" he breaths out. I nod, standing back up, only to be slapped down again. My arms don't catch me this time round and my face gets acquainted with the carpet. I roll over onto my back and look up at him, anticipating what he'll do next.

"I think we need to take this party elsewhere, my queen." In one swift motion, he leans down and wraps his hand around my throat, pulling me to my feet. I gasp, instinctively shooting my hands up to claw at his, needing release. He unclenches his fingers just long enough for me to gulp down a breath of air, then reclaims it. He pushes me backwards towards the staircase, my legs threatening to give in at any moment, and then they do when they reach the first step. My back crashes onto the stairs, knocking the wind out of me. I roll over on to my side, wheezing and raping the air. Am I going to hell for enjoying this?

Crowley doesn't wait for me to regain my bearings. He reaches down and wraps a strong arm around my midsection, half-dragging, half-guiding me up the double staircase and into the bedroom. He shoves me in and closes the door behind him. I stagger over to him and slap him across his face, leaving an angry handprint. Before he recovers I tighten up on my elbow and drive a punch down on his jaw, causing his lip to split somewhat. While he's down, I grasp both of his shoulders and drive my knee up into his rib cage, causing him the cry out in pain and spit out some blood. I smirk. The satisfaction bubbles up inside me as I think,sothat'swhat that feels like.

Crowley recovers a minute later, taking me by my neck again and slamming me into the bed post. "You're tougher than you look, love," he breathes in my ear.

"Shut up and touch me." My voice comes out harsher than I intend, but Crowley doesn't seem to mind. As he takes me into his arms and devours, violates me all over again, the night and moon pass us by until the sun rises and shines not unlike the passion of our night.