It took me several days and multiple bottles of scotch to finally ease the anxiety and paranoia in the pit of my stomach. I have refused to relieve my suitcases of their contents, expecting this to be heartbreakingly temporary, being the pessimist that I am. Crowley has been respective of my need for some space ever since I moved in, to adjust and move on from recent unfortunate events. Though honestly that only added to my depressive state, not being able to be touched by him. All day, all night my body aches for that man. It's a desperate, deprived ache that drives me insane. But at the same time that part of me is also scared to initiate for some reason, fearing that drive has left him, also concerning recent unfortunate events.
It's evening on the sixth day, and I have decided.
I set the bottle of scotch on the bedside table and sneak my way down the stairs and into the doorway to Crowley's office. He looks up once he hears me enter and says, "Nice to see you out of the room, love. Can I do something for you?" He finishes the last drops of Craig in his cup and maintains eye contact, waiting for an answer.
Suddenly I have no idea what the hell to say, so I walk over to him and let my lips speak my unspoken thoughts onto his. After a few moments of hesitation he sinks into the kiss and pulls me down onto his lap, grabbing a fistful of my hair and the small of my back. "I'm sorry I've been so distant," I say breathlessly, "I've felt so fucked up ever since we left Bobby's and then I thought that you wouldn't…wouldn't—"
"Want you anymore?" he finishes my thoughts. I nod. "Bullocks, darling. That is never going to happen." I smile sheepishly. "Let's put those rubbish thoughts to rest, shall we?" he asks seductively, standing up and grabbing my hand, leading me up the stairs to the bedroom. I can't help but smile when I hear the all-to familiar sound of the bedroom door clicking closed and Crowley closing the distance between us, melting me with his amber eyes. Silently he reaches out and slides my shirt over my head and dropping it to the floor, then helping my shorts join it shortly. While we were at this string of actions, I unbuttoned his shirt and his clothes soon joined mine. We stand there and just stare at each other, nearly naked, as if we have never done this before.
Crowley moves first, stroking a finger down my face whispering, "I can't bring myself to attempt an attack on your beauty tonight, love, it doesn't feel right."
I cup his hand with mine and sigh into the touch. "As long as you keep touching me, I will be content tonight, my king."
He shoots me a sweet smile and I admire the way it looks on his face. He should do it more often. "I can do that…" he trails off as he pulls my body against his, pressing our forms together, fitting perfectly. Our kisses are slow and passionate, causing the blood to rush to my face and my breaths to be heavy and hot. Sometime during this he backs me up against the bed and I willingly crawl on top of it, laying on my back and offering all of myself to him. Crowley looks at me longingly as he strips down his boxers, freeing his already hardening cock. His hands trace trails up my legs, making my body to quiver, and finger the waistband on my underwear, a silent request. I lift my hips up off the bed and give him the silent permission to strip it off my body. I lie there, resplendent and unashamed in my nakedness. With gentle preciseness he crawls over me and doesn't even hesitate with slipping inside me, a silent cry escaping my lips. We grind against each other with a steady, slow rhythm, our faces making their own love against one another. My hands travel around all the terrain of his body, mapping every hill and valley, feeling his body quake under my touch. He gives me one last passionate kiss before trailing to my neck and diving in deeper, increasing the speed and strength of his thrusts. I lift my legs up and lock them around his back, giving him more access. My nails dig into and scratch across his shoulders as I near my peak, my other senses all but disappearing out the window.
"Faster," I breathe out in short rasps. Crowley complies and the sound of our laboured breaths and groans fill the room around us as we move in a frenzy against the other. The orgasm shoots through me like lightening, overriding anything and everything that may have been there before, my screams ringing throughout the room and crashing through the walls. "Fuck, Crowley…" I cry out, though barely audible. "I—I can't, Crowley, unh…fuck!"
Crowley grips the headboard as he, too, howls into the night and continues grinding into me. "Oh, my king…" I whisper in his ear, pulling him closer against me, basking in the pleasure still reverberating throughout my body. Without me even needing to ask, he bends his head down and kisses me, slow and sweet, his fingers rolling through my hair and pulling my face harder against his.
He slips out, and I whimper at the empty feeling it gives. My body trembles and throbs with longing for him to fill me again, but it receives nothing. "Crowley…" my voice is a small rasp, barely intelligible.
"Yes, my queen?" he exhales, fingers splayed across my stomach.
"Come back to me…" I grope for him, needing the warmth of his body over mine.
Crowley leans forward and adjusts the weight of his body above mine again, replying, "One condition, Ruby."
"Anything."
"Don't you ever leave me."
A pause. "I won't." And just a bit of a promise seems to find its way into my words. For a brief moment, Crowley seems to acknowledge every emotion I tried to convey with those two simple syllables. His eyes light up and hang over me like two lanterns in the midnight sky, shedding light on the happiness and love in the world around us. I pull him to me again, not too concerned with the strength in my kiss, which he returns with such life the sun could not extinguish it. He pushes his length into me again, and rides me to my climax a second time, my body pulsating around his. My brain is too laden with chemicals to send anything from my mouth other than my screams. I wish I could live within this moment, relive it over and over and over again; his kisses, his touch, his fire, his pleasure. His everything. Him. Crowley. My lover.
My king.
"Sweet Mary mother of fuck, that's good," I exclaim, downing the last bit of spiked coffee Crowley has made for me.
He laughs. "I think you broke a commandment somewhere in there, love."
I stare at him, awestruck. "This tastes like God, Crowley; where the fuck did you learn to make this?"
He pries the empty mug from my hands and turns to set it in the sink. "You're still breaking some commandments there, Ruby. You might be in for some trouble," he says, giving me a quick kiss.
I grab him by his collar, stopping him from pulling away. "What kind of trouble? Don't you go to hell for breaking commandments?"
He mocks deliberation. "In most cases, yes. I would assume as such."
I pull him closer to me, our noses grazing the other. "Good thing I'm on good terms with the King of Hell, then, huh?" I breathe against his lips. Crowley smiles and jerks in my direction for a kiss, but I lean back and deny him. He moans playfully and tries again, but I deny him a second time. I slowly back off the stool I'm sitting on and continue denying his advances until I accidently back into a wall. I smile seductively at him as he places his hands on either side of me on the wall. This time when he leans in for another kiss I duck out of his arms and run down the hallway into the entry hall. A few seconds later he nonchalantly emerges from where I just did. I laugh and mock a bow and a tip of the hat. "Sir," I nod at him.
"Never underestimate the King of Hell, darling. I know a lot of swell tricks," he snickers.
"Then quit talking and come show me," I purr. Though before he's able to move a leg I begin to make a break for the stairs, which I climb furiously once his steps sound behind mine. I barely reach the landing when his arms grab me from behind. I fight to get him to release me, but this only seems to come off as a nuisance to Crowley, who proceeds to slam me into the closest wall and pin my hands behind my back as if I were under arrest. I painfully grunt as he strains my arms more against their grain. "What, am I under arrest?"
"You may as well be," he answers gutturally in my ear. "You're mine now."
"You got any handcuffs?" I ask innocently.
He sighs. "Bullocks. I left them in my car. Better not resist, then, love." I laugh as he spins me around, which is cut off by a pressure-filled kiss that sends my head reeling. He ends it too soon and grabs me by the neck, throwing my head back into the wall. My vision blackens and I can hardly support myself as we move into the bedroom. Crowley releases his chokehold on me and I tumble onto my knees, panting. I feint surrender, so I catch him by surprise when I backhand him against the door.
"What's the charge for assaulting a figure of authority?" I ask, slapping him back down again. He chuckles and I swing my knee in the direction of his chest, but he deflects it, sending me falling backwards on my ass. The wind knocked out of me, I wheeze and try to push Crowley off as he crawls on top of me and presses our faces together, suffocating me further. I wriggle my hand up through the mold of our bodies and grip his face, jerking it harshly away from me. My lounges cry as I hopelessly grope for air, struggling to regain my breath. Crowley's low laughter rumbles through my chest as he repositions himself over me and shoots me a sly smile. I return it shakily and finally gulp down satisfying amounts of air before pulling him back to me. His hands begin to roam over the hills and valleys of my body and I shudder under the heat of his touch. I begin the motion of sitting up, which he follows, but I stop him once he tries to follow me onto the bed. Crowley looks at me, trying to mask his desperation.
"Get on your knees," I order. He complies, not breaking eye contact. "Bow to your queen, sir, and I will crown your head." Reluctantly breaking eye contact, he complies again and bows his head.
"At your service, my queen," he whispers, jaw clenching.
I thread my fingers through his hair and bend down to kiss his forehead. "I can make you every inch a king," I murmur in his ear, a repeat from our first night together. A shiver of anticipation ripples down his body through his effort to stay still and bowed. I tilt his chin towards me with my index finger in order to meet his amber eyes again. "Before I do it, though, tell me—what's in it for me?"
"Everything," Crowley breathes out. "Everything." It's my turn to shiver in anticipation, which he feels and quickly jumps to his feet and gives my shoulders a shove down into the bed. Before I even know what's happening both mine and his clothes are stripped and discarded around the circumference of the bed, my legs getting mauled in the process. I practically pull Crowley up to me by his hair, longing to taste him, his lips. The kiss is deafening, sending my head reeling straight out the room, frantically wanting more of him. I groan as my arousal is denied me and Crowley roughly takes my wrists and pins them over my head. My back arches and my body reaches up to touch him, needing more than anything to feel him, to melt and mold until I can't differentiate between who is who. But he denies my needs over and over again and I nearly scream in frustration as Crowley just hovers over me, restraining me, torturing me.
"Damn it, Crowley! What the fuck," I grunt, attempting touch again, but his restraint only deepens, probably bruising my wrists. Crowley smiles down at my scrunched face and I try to tell him with my eyes, but he discards anything I throw at him.
"Someone is a little impatient tonight," he purrs in my ear, refusing to let up.
"And you aren't?" I choke out, "Not five minutes ago you were desperately, impatiently ripping my clothes off—" I scream as he trusts into me with such force I feel like I might split in two. His body grinds against mine in perfect rhythm, digging deeper and faster, our hot breaths twisting in the air between us. I continue to fight against his grip, the need to have my hands roam around his body killing me, eating away at every inch of my pride. Though Crowley seems to only up everything he's doing to the next level. Our lips are barely able to stay connected through our heavy breaths, each thrust getting me closer and closer to my peak, each thrust causing Crowley to tighten the grip he has on my wrists. I find it easier to keep up with his speed this time around and would smile if I wasn't working so hard to maintain my composure through my efforts to forget about my hands and only worry about everything else. But then about nothing at all as I grow closer and closer and suddenly he's unable to deny me anymore as my body succumbs to him and his name is leaving my lips through rasp screams.
Crowley finally, finally releases his hold on my wrists and immediately I reach out and pull myself to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as we continue to ride through each other's orgasms. I whimper when I unfortunately come down and Crowley somewhat relaxes against me, the only sound in the room our rapid and heavy breaths. "C-Crowley, my god—you," I stutter, my brain unable to form any comprehensible sentences. My mind is in the clouds, my body is in a hot, slick paradise and I am underneath an impossible man who keeps making my head spin. His hands begin moving in circles down my arms, my torso, my thighs, making me wince from the aftereffects of the beating I took earlier. Each tinge of pain is a reminder that there would be marks all over my body in the morning, but I don't mind. Because it means that tonight, in this moment, and hopefully for all the moments after, I was his.
"Are you still with me, love?" Crowley's accent is slurred, laced with sober pleasure as he plants kisses along my jawline and down my neck. His hand makes its way back up my body and reaches behind my neck, tilting it to create more of a canvas for his lips. Crowley's other hand snakes around my waist and presses my body firmly up against him, as if it's still not enough, as if there's too little of me to satisfy him.
"Of course," I sigh pleasurably, still unable to respond normally. I sink into his touches and close my eyes, trying to print stills of the pictures I'm seeing into my mind, so I can relish in them later. So I never have to let go of this moment. "It's not enough," I mumble, mostly to myself.
Crowley groans. "Good god, I know, Ruby. I know," his voice takes on a new tone of urgent desire. "Tell me we're not finished here, love." His grips become tighter, the pressure of his lips on my skin bruising.
"Never," I grunt as I roll us over so I'm on top, straddling his hips. I bring our mouths together for one last heated kiss before making a trail down his neck, chest, stomach, his body trembling out of control. Without so much as a breath of hesitation I lick a stripe down his length to his head, where I begin to take in as much as I can. My hands latch onto his waist for support as my head starts bobbing up and down, back and forth, sucking my king senseless. Crowley's hips arch off the bed and he aids in fucking my mouth, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling me closer to him, his dick hitting the back of my throat. His moans and insistent mutterings of my name arouse me even further and sending new bouts of desire and adrenaline throughout my being. I pay close attention to his body and moans, aiming to time it just right so as not to push him past his peak. I rake my nails down his torso, turning his moans painful and his grip on my shoulders to tighten. His muscles clench and unclench beneath and all around me and he's so close—
"Fuck, Ruby!" Crowley screams in frustration when I detach myself from him, sending him a sly smile. I place my hand over his chest, feeling it rapidly rise and fall and the incessant racing of his denied heart. He growls, digging his nails further into my shoulder with the one hand, the other shooting up about to clench around my throat. I laugh. "What the fuck are you playing at, my queen," he heaves out.
"I'm sorry," I exclaim innocently, "where was I?"
"I believe you were in the middle of sucking my brains out through my cock," he says gutturally, his jaw clenched almost painfully.
"Oh, yes. But you see, my king, I have other plans." I smirk as I bring myself back up and straddle him again. Crowley, still having too much trouble getting his breathing and body shudders under control, cocks an annoyed eyebrow at me. He grunts when I press down on his chest, using it as support as I position myself so he's lined up with my hole. We both cry out in painful relief as I ease down and he enters into me. I lean down and breathe in his ear, "I want you to cum inside of me, to let go and lose yourself inside of me." I grind, hard, against him, his fingers taking their turn in clawing down my person. "I am going to fuck you, over and over again until you forget your own name." Crowley's eyes loll into the back of his head and he moans loudly, his back arching straight off the bed. I splay my hands across his chest, pinning him back down and groan in grand bliss when soon after I feel my release, and another orgasm quakes through my body. Not moments later, finally, Crowley roars and lets himself go inside me, and he desperately reaches out to grab a hold of me as he succumbs to his own orgasm.
"Good…god…Ruby…" Crowley is nearly unable to get anything else out, he's breathing so hard. I'm incapable of responding also as I collapse over him, my head coming to rest on his heaving chest, my laboured breathing and heartbeat deafening in my own ears. After several minutes of this, not being able to help myself, I burst into laughter. "What?" Crowley responds in kind.
"You, good sir, are impossible," I compliment, still breathless, and hug myself tighter to him.
Crowley heaves out a sigh and strokes my hair. "You sure pick the wrong times to mouth-off to me, love, I barely have enough energy to speak, let alone get going again."
"Well take your time there, big boy, I'm a patient girl. I can wait awhile, if needed, for some weak-bodied man to get his game back on," I mock.
Crowley groans. "You really are a piece of work, do you know that?"
I laugh. "Obviously. But you love me—" my voice cuts off as soon as I realise what I've said. Please don't read too much into that, I beg silently.
He laughs, the rumble in his chest sounding through my ears. "You know what, darling?" I crane my neck to look up at him. "I just might."
"Whatever, smartass," I smirk, snuggling more into him. "You're just jealous of my incredible skills in bed."
"Maybe," he deliberates, continuing to stroke my hair. "You are good, Ruby." A pause. "But I'm Crowley." In one swift motion Crowley grabs me behind my back and rolls us over, making me giggle.
I cup his face in my hands and purr, "You won't be when I'm finished with you."
"Taking charge, are we, pet?" he asks, grabbing my face.
"Obviously not," I force out.
"Obviously not," he repeats, squishing our faces together. "That's my job, love. Fucking you until you forget your name."
I scoff. "Good luck."