The song here is "Bulletproof" by Kerli
Bulletproof
Clara returned to the office and placed the contract back on the shelf and sat in her chair behind her desk. Ginger came and sat beside her to have her head scratched. Clara glanced back at the pile of paperwork and could have sworn it was bigger. Before she could compare it to how she remembered it, Crowley walked in, a little put off that the door was open, but once he laid his eyes on her, the look in his eyes was replaced with a dark glimmer.
"Hello, love." He said and closed the door behind him. She gave him a smile and looked down at the paperwork on her desk, then back at him.
"Have you detoured some of my work to your desk?" she asked and then glanced at his desk, and glanced at him. He simply smiled and remained silent. "I can still work. If I want you to take half, I'll let you know." She said, her voice becoming harsher than she intended. Then, Ginger let out a soft growl as if telling Crowley she agreed. He narrowed his eyes at the Hellhound and she then lowered her head.
He approached and sat on the corner of her desk with that smile on his handsome face.
"Just thought –" he began, but she lifted up her hand, cutting him off. He arched an eyebrow and the look in his eyes told her that he wasn't impressed. Well that made two of them.
"I don't –" she began, but he turned the table and cut her off with a quick kiss. When he pulled away, his eyes were cold and sharp, unlike his kiss. She knew he had had enough of being disregarded and pushed around. He had never gotten angry at her, but this might be the first time.
"I know you are a head strong woman, Clara. It's admirable and under other circumstances, I wouldn't say anything. However, you are a Cambion pregnant with another, with our child, and its powers will soon grow strong, having an impact on you.
"I strongly suggest you take my advice and rest as much as you can. I don't want you to exhaust yourself. Let me take care of Hell, or I will do what I must for your safety and that of our child's." he said and judging by the look in his eyes now, Clara knew he meant it.
Then, his eyes softened and he stroked her face, letting her know that he was being hard because he loved her. Like usual, she couldn't stay mad at him and when she gave a soft smile, he knew it and a small grin broadened on his lips.
"Well, since you put it that way…" She said and dropped the sentence in a sarcastic manner which widened his grin.
"Good." He said and kissed her forehead before getting up and walking over to his desk.
She thought of telling him about Viviane's deal and the ambiguity, but she was certain he'd wave it off and let it go. She couldn't so easily do that. The fact that there was something slightly wrong with this deal had Clara uptight. Either that or it was her pregnancy.
She had to talk to someone else and the only person she could think of was Anne Cromwell. However, she knew Crowley would be enraged if he found out that she went to the Winchesters while pregnant. Even if she brought Nikolai with her, he'd probably lock her up in their apartment for the whole pregnancy.
She could send Nikolai or Nerilla, but then that would tell the group of hunters that she was looking into Viviane Cromwell's deal and that would say there was something wrong. Demons make a deal and then reap in the rewards, never looking back. She couldn't tip the hunters off that she was looking back on a deal. It looked bad for business, for Hell.
Clara had to do something else.
She stood up and Crowley glanced at her with concern in his eyes. She smiled softly at him and approached him, rubbing her stomach. After looking at her stomach, the concern increased once he met her eyes and she let out a small laugh.
"I'm fine, just a little restless; can't stay in one place." she said and he watched her, as if he didn't quite believe her. She sighed and rolled her eyes.
"You're fine." He said like an indirect question and she met his eyes with a grin.
"Yes, would you like to run some tests?" she asked him and the corner of his lips twitched as if he was about to grin. She sighed and closed the gap, stroking his face. "Hormones." She said and he grinned, taking her hands and kissing them. When he met her eyes, they were seductive.
"When did you last eat?" she asked her. She was about to lose her patience again and insist that she was alright, when she began feeling hungry. She glanced at him and smiled innocently.
"Now that you mention it, I could probably go for some French fries and some soft ice cream." She said and laughed when Crowley arched an eyebrow at her. He seemed a little confused, if not disgusted, by her combination. "Cravings." She said and he just nodded and snapped his fingers.
"It's all in the apartment for you, Darling. Please rest." He said and she leaned in, kissing him on his soft lips before leaving the office with Ginger, ready to continue working on Viviane's deal. Of course, she would do as he had asked, but who said she couldn't multitask?