The song here is "Feel Like Makin' Love" by Bad Company

Feel Like Makin' Love

Crowley walked back into the master bedroom and found Clara asleep in their bed. He couldn't blame her. She had claimed that she didn't need as much sleep, not like their daughter, but the human in her eventually caught up and demanded sleep.

He sat on the edge of their bed and stroked her cheek. She was still the most beautiful creature his eyes ever had the pleasure of lingering on, despite the fact that she was snoring a little. She was sleeping so deeply that not even an atomic bomb could wake her.

Unfortunately in this case where she needed sleep, the demon in her was always stronger and she could always sense him. As he tenderly pushed the hair out of her face, her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him, dazed.

"Go back to sleep." He told her, but she smacked his hand away and grunted. Regardless of being half asleep, she could smack pretty hard.

"Don't give me orders." She said and propped herself up on her arm as she moved onto her side. "How are things?" she asked him and then it was his turn to grunt. He laid back and swung his legs onto the bed, crossing one ankle over the over. She didn't have to move to lie close to him and that told her he was inviting her to cuddle up against him. What a baby.

She lowered her upper body and eased into him as he wrapped his arm around her. She rested her head on his chest as she brought up a leg and rested it on his thigh. He exhaled deeply, as if satisfied and she grazed her hand across his chest, closing her eyes and feeling their demon essences stirring in synchronization.

"That bad?" She replied and he rubbed her elbow with his thumb as he grunted again.

"Bad is putting it mildly." He replied and then paused. "They set their beady little eyes on Gavin and used a naïve hatchling to snatch him, remember?" he added and turned his head to press his lips against Clara's head. All of his frustrations seemed to fade away as Clara remained so close to him; feeling her very shape and curve against his vessel and taking in her sweet scent made his anger simmer to nothing.

"I have a hunch that this rebellion is going to be smarter than the last." She said softly as he kissed her head. He closed his eyes and all he wanted to do was focus on her; her touch, her scent, her voice…

He was a devious creature of the lowest level that wasn't designed to love and to be loved. His soul had been twisted and torn to only desire inflicting agony on others and to crave power. But now, loving Clara was all he did and wanted to do.

As her heart pounded softly against his vessel, that was the closest thing to being human as Crowley could get. Being nearly cured of his demonization, thanks to the Winchesters, was cutting it close, but that wore off with time. This, Clara's heart beat, was forever.

"Crowley?" she asked and he snapped out of it and gave a soft grunt. "Are you listening to me?" she asked and he curled his lips into a grin.

"Yes, dear." He replied, having been listening to the rhythm of her heart. Thus, his response was not a lie.

She glanced up at him and arched an eyebrow, knowing that he didn't hear what she had said. However, she sighed and rested her head against his chest again.

"Our daughter was seeing through Ginger's eyes during her sleep." She said and he opened his eyes and glanced down at her.

"Has she?" he asked, quite proud of his daughter's developing talents.

"She saw Nikolai scratching at the Mark of Cain." Clara added and Crowley was silent for a couple of seconds and she continued, knowing that he was just as concerned as she had been. "I spoke with him and I'm worried. He seems edgy but he hides it well." She added and then she tensed up just enough for Crowley to notice. He began to rub her side down to her hip as if to rub out the tension. "Our daughter saw him and I never did." She concluded and Crowley kissed her head once more.

"You said it best, Love; he hides it well. Keara only noticed because he was alone; his guard was down." He replied and Clara knew he was right, but she was disappointed in herself. Nikolai was always around them and they hadn't seen it. Was it that they were just too close to see or did they just not care enough? "Darling, stop beating yourself." He said, as if he knew what she was thinking.

"Easier said than done." She replied and buried her face into him, her turn to take in his scent. "But if he does have to let loose, he can do it on the rebellion." She added and Crowley grinned as he kissed her head again.

"That's my girl." He said and remained still as she began to doze off. This time, he didn't want to wake her because it wasn't just exhaustion that pulled her so deeply into sleep, but stress. He sometimes forgot how heavy the crown could be, but they also had a daughter to raise and Clara did all of it.

Crowley kissed her head one last time, as if trying to chase away the stress and promising that he would help her out more.