Hola' everyone! I apologize for this chapter taking so long but I wanted to make sure it was perfect! I hope no one feels like it drags on cause it is a longer chapter but I just wanted to fit everything instead of splitting it into two small chapters. Anyways, I hope you all love it as much as I loved writing it and as always please follow and review! Xo

Chapter 5: Now as the sun it sets, I wonder if there will be anything I'll regret

Crowley returned to the mansion, utterly annoyed by the incompetence of every demon that worked under him. The only reason they were left alive was the thought of Lydia waiting back at his abode. Just that thought made dealing with everything else bearable. Unconcerned about anything else, Crowley appeared in his bedroom, once again annoyed when Lydia was nowhere in sight. Walking down the stairs, he found her only a few minutes later in his study, curled up on the couch next to Growly, both fast asleep. Picking up the book next to her, Crowley laid it back on the end table and pushed a stray piece of hair off Lydia's face.

Growly looked up at his master and made a move to get up but the King quickly told the dog to stay. The dog settled back into the couch but stayed awake, awaiting orders if any came. Crowley chuckled at the fact that he wished he was the hellhound in that moment so Lydia could be curled up against him instead. His eyes took in every inch of her sleeping form, admiring her from her long blonde hair, down to the curve of her hips, then further down to her magnificent legs. She wore a pair of jeans and a pink shirt with a thin black sweater over it, her feet bare and Crowley felt completely at ease about the entire situation. He knew he should feel some kind of aversion to Lydia being so comfortable in his home already but really he found it endearing. This girl had put some type of spell on him, even if she didn't know it yet, he was hers and she was his. It was a strange thought but Crowley knew that deep down he would do anything for her. He was quickly pulled out of his reverie when Lydia began to stretch and open her eyes, shooting straight up off the couch when she seen him.

"Easy, love." Crowley said gently.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep in here...I was just…"

"Shhh, don't worry about it darling, you're free to anything in the mansion. I'm not a very secretive man as it is. Not sure how I feel about you cuddling with my hellhound though." Crowley said sarcastically.

Lydia looked over at Growly, who quickly jumped off of the couch and went to sit at his master's feet. She smiled at the display then looked up at Crowley who looked like his usual self but at the same time, somehow different. She then realized it was because every time she had ever seen him, he'd been so put together and very professional looking. But now, as he stood before her, with his tie loosened and his dress shirt untucked, Crowley looked completely disheveled, and sexy.

"So...how long have you been back?" She blurted out in an uneven tone.

"Only a few minutes." Crowley said, raising an eyebrow at her strange demeanor. "Didn't mean to wake you love."

"Oh it's fine. I think I've slept enough in the past two days, it should really just be called a coma." Lydia looked down, not really knowing what else to say to him. Hoping he would take pity on her, she stayed silent but Crowley just watched in amusement.

"So did you get all of your business taken care of then?" She asked lamely.

Crowley chuckled before replying with, "I always do darling. So you must be famished, why don't I make you something to eat?"

"You cook?"

"Let's just say that being alive for over three hundred years gives you a lot of opportunity to master many talents." He said with a mischievous grin.

Crowley walked out of the study, making his way towards the kitchen with Lydia following a few feet behind. She wasn't surprised to see that the kitchen was like a chef's paradise, everything state of the art, and looked brand new just like everything else in the house.

"How long have you had this place?" Lydia asked him curiously.

"Almost a year I suppose. I know it doesn't look very lived in but that's because it's not. You see, in my line of work, most of my business is done outside of the home. And since running my organization is a twenty four hour job, I find myself away from here far more often than I am able to be here."

Crowley opened the enormous refrigerator, pulling out different things and setting them on the countertop behind him while Lydia watched on in amazement that she was about to see the King of hell do something as mundane as cooking.

"So if you're never here then why own it?"

"Well, believe it or not, hell is not known for its scenery. This is like my escape from all of the madness I work in everyday, my home away from home you could say." Crowley told her.

"So hell is like your mistress?" Lydia said inquisitively.

Crowley smirked as he pulled out a bottle of wine and two glasses, pouring a glass for her then one for himself, and giving her a devilish grin.

"That depends, would that make the house and woman staying in it my wife?"

Lydia quickly grabbed her glass of wine and stood up, pretending to examine the kitchen further so Crowley didn't see the smile on her face that she couldn't stop. Crowley grinned and went back to what he was doing. Lydia hadn't smiled this much since her parents had been alive and it felt foreign to her now. Feeling a quick stab of pain, Lydia quickly downed her glass of wine before turning back around and taking a seat at the kitchen island where Crowley was expertly chopping up garlic. He stopped what he was doing to refill her glass then resumed once more.

"Would you like to talk about it love?" Crowley asked her genuinely.

"Nothing to talk about." She replied sharply, before picking up her now full glass and taking a big gulp.

"I don't have to be able to get into your mind to read you darling. You wear your emotions right on that beautiful face of yours."

Lydia thought about what he said for a moment, she had always tried so hard to hide any emotion, she seen them as a weakness in this line of work. But then again, he was the King of hell, and not only that but Crowley and her seemed to have a connection which probably helped with him being able to read her easier.

"I was just thinking about how I haven't smiled this much since I was seventeen. It just feels unnatural now." Lydia said, surprising even herself when she said it outloud.

Crowley watched her as she stared at the wall, the look of pain clear on her face. Having no experience in comforting someone, he poured more wine into her glass which had once again gone empty. Lydia immediately picked it up and began taking big gulps making Crowley wonder if this was the first time she had ever had a drink before, only then deciding it didn't matter anymore since she was already on her third glass.

"Here darling, eat this." Crowley directed, pushing a small plate with a piece of garlic bread on it, towards her.

"I'm not very hungry actually."

"You really should eat something. I don't want you to be sleeping with your head in the toilet tonight."

"I'm fine your highness" She said sarcastically. "It's not like I can't handle a few glasses of wine."

Lydia slowly stood up, her vision blurry, and when she began to walk towards the door she stumbled. After she righted herself, Lydia felt her feet being swept off of the ground as Crowley easily picked her up and cradled her in his arms.

"Perhaps I should have forgone the wine." He surmised. "Especially for someone so young."

"I'm not that young." Lydia argued. "You make it seem like I'm fifteen."

"You forget darling, I was born in 1661. I believe I have a few years on you." He said as he winked at her, making his way up the stairs with Lydia in his arms.

"So how did you become a demon then?" She asked curious.

"Not a very interesting story love. I sold my soul and when my time was up, went to hell, my soul was twisted and corrupted which turned me into a demon, the rest is history."

Crowley carried Lydia into his bedroom and gently laid her on the bed before sitting on the edge staring down at the way her long hair pooled around her like a halo.

"So what did you sell your soul for?" Lydia questioned.

Crowley thought about it for a moment, finally saying, "I'm sure you'll find out. All in good time darling."

Lydia knew from the grin on his face, that there was some kind of double meaning behind his words but she let it slide by, instead staring at Crowley and wondering how the King of hell had a personality like his. He had been nothing but courteous and helpful to her, and underneath all of the provoking and teasing, he was actually very sweet to her. Not once had she seen him do something that would be expected from the King of hell, like killing someone innocent or even hurting her in anyway. Lydia didn't count the men he had killed earlier, since he did it to save her after all. It was strange to her but since she hadn't known much about demons before this, Lydia thought maybe they weren't as horrible as she had originally been led to believe.

"Would you like to go change for bed? It's late." Crowley asked, pulling Lydia from her thoughts.

"You mean you're not going to do it for me again?" She said, remembering what she had been wearing when she first woke up in his bed that morning.

"Ah highlight of my night." He said with a grin. "I had no choice darling, you were covered in blood. And I have to say, that silk looked magnificent on you."

Lydia rolled her eyes and turned her head to the side, trying to hide the fact that she was embarrassed he had seen her completely naked. Crowley reached over and turned her head back to face him, confused at the pink tint that now stained her cheeks and the nervous look in her eyes.

"Don't tell me you're embarrassed love."

When she didn't answer him, Crowley leaned down and gently placed his lips against hers kissing her slow and deep. Lydia melted against him, placing her shaky hands against his chest and began to slowly kiss him back. All too soon, he was pulling away, his breathing heavy and his eyes closed above her.

"If I don't stop now I might not be able to darling." He said roughly. "Temptation is a very dangerous thing."

Crowley still had his eyes closed above her while Lydia tried to convince herself that she didn't want him as badly as he wanted her. She wasn't supposed to want someone like him. But deep down, as she felt the fire burn within her, she knew. However crazy it was, however wrong it was, she wanted him in every way possible. Lydia moved quickly before he opened his eyes and pressed her lips roughly back to his. Crowley was completely caught off guard, never thinking she would seduce him further after what he had said. Then he was once again surprised when she pulled away from his mouth and began pressing frantic kisses to his neck. Lydia knew she had to be doing something right when she heard a deep guttural moan from him. When she reached for the buttons on his shirt, It took everything in Crowley to grab her hands and slow her down.

"Darling...bullocks, I can't believe what I'm about to say but we can't, not tonight at least. I filled you full of alcohol and you're not thinking straight."

"And you actually care if I'm thinking straight or not?" She replied seductively as she popped the first button on his shirt.

"What can I say, your innocence brings out my humanity."

Lydia laughed at his words before saying, "My innocence? And what makes you think I'm so innocent?

Crowley smirked and leaned back down to kiss her neck and give it a small bite, making her whimper.

"Oh darling, I can smell the purity on you. It calls to me." Lydia started to turn her face away again but he quickly stopped her and placed his hand on her cheek. "Listen to me love. Every inch of you is perfect, no need to hide that beautiful body and soul from me."

"You know it makes it really hard to resist you when you say things like that." She told him.

Crowley grinned at her before rolling to the side and standing up.

"Go change for bed. I'll be back in a moment."

When he disappeared from the room, Lydia stood up and walked over to her bag that laid in the corner of the room. As she dug through it, she quickly realized that while her pink fuzzy pajama pants were comfy, they weren't very sexy. Deciding to be bold, Lydia walked over to Crowley's massive walk in closet and pulled one of his black dress shirts the hanger. After taking off her clothes, she slipped the shirt on then sat on the floor digging through her bag once more, in search of her phone. Lydia knew that Alex had to be freaking out and maybe even be out looking for her. She knew if she could just find her phone she'd be able to call him and let him know that she was safe and okay. Alex wouldn't stop until he found her and part of that scared Lydia since he might end up at the mansion. She had a sinking feeling that Crowley wouldn't be too happy that another hunter found where the King of hell lived part time.

"You are quite the little temptress aren't you darling."

Lydia jumped when she heard Crowley's words and quickly looked behind her to see him standing in the doorway with a bottle of water in one hand and a bottle of aspirin in the other. He set the two on the nightstand before walking over and holding out his hand to pull her up off the floor. Lydia instantly felt self conscious, as she watched him look her body up and down, paying special attention to her bare legs.

Quickly reading her expression, Crowley said; "No need to try and entice me further darling, you already have my undivided attention. Now, since I'm trying this whole, honorable demon thing, I'd say it's time for you to crawl under those sheets and get some rest. Deal?"

"Ya know, I'm not even drunk." Lydia grumbled as she climbed into the king sized bed and settled into the satin sheets.

"Yes well, it's still late and you still need to rest after everything that's happened in the past couple of days."

Crowley pulled the covers over her and slowly leaned down to brush a kiss across her forehead. He thought it was laughable how they were already closer than he had ever been with anyone but didn't have any doubts about where this was leading.

"I have a few things to attend to but I'll be back here shortly. Growly is right outside the door so if you need me, just tell him to come find me. Sweet dreams darling."

Crowley softly brushed his lips against hers and when Lydia opened her eyes, he was gone.

"Goodnight…"

Follow & review! Xo