So Crowley and ____ had been together for a little while now. Things were good, Crowley was a little pompous at times, but other than that things were great, especially the sex.
So one day when ____ was passing in front of the library in Bobby's house and over heard Crowley talking to somebody she got a little pissed off. "You've got to be dominant. Anytime I want it. She does anything and everything I ask." Crowley was saying proudly. "Um excuse me?!" ____ said as she entered the room. "Honey I think you've got some things backwards there. I've got you wrapped around my little finger." she said holding up her pinky for emphasis "Is that so, Love." he replied. "Oh yeah! Anything I want, anytime I want it." "That's ridiculous! I think your the one that's got things backwards there, darling." "No, you know why?" "Why?" "Because you want this, you need this." She said gesturing to herself. Crowley scoffed "Please." "Funny that's what you said last night too." There were some "Ooooohhss" Over from Sam and Dean. "I bet you couldn't last one day with out some of this." ____ was feeling kind of cocky now. "Ha! I could last at least a week or longer!" he said "Ok then, one whole week. I bet you'll be begging by the time this is over." then she turned on her heel and left "We'll see about that love!" He called after her.
____ decided not to really do anything, and let Crowley feel like he was winning.
____ made a particularly seductive show of eating some chocolate covered strawberries, which earned some lip licking from the demon.
Everyone was sitting in the library, when ____ suddenly jumped up and decided to do yoga. She stood right in front of Crowley. "And reach up." She said as she reached over head as far as she could, lifting up her shirt slightly. "And touch your toes." As she reached down and touched her toes, meaning her ass was in the air. As she was bent down she heard a little whimper from behind her.
"You alright over there Crowley?" "Fine." came the hoarse reply. "Just need some water." He said as he fled into the kitchen. As ____ stood up she turned around to see Sam and Dean were ogling slightly and they both hurriedly looked away. She also noticed Cas over in the corner trying very hard to be interested in the upside down book in his hand. She couldn't help but smirk "I still got it."
Everyone was sitting around the table eating dinner. Bobby and Cas sat at the ends, with Sam and Dean on one side and ____ and Crowley on the other.
Crowley was about to take a bite, when ____ reached over under the table and started rubbing his inner thigh. Rubbing up and down, getting a little closer each time. Despite himself a low growl started deep in Crowley's chest. Everyone stopped and stared at him curiously. And since it was under the table-and no one knew she had anything to do with it- ____ looked at him feigning surprise and curiosity. He turned and glared at her with what was supposed to be anger, but just came off as lust. She couldn't help but grin.
He'd almost done it, he only had to get through today. But, everything ____ did was arousing. She was over there just reading a book and he was becoming hard.
She'd lick her thumb to turn the page, and then run her hand down the paper as she read. Lick, stroke, lick, stroke. He realized he was staring. Then suddenly she marked her page and closed the book and walked towards him. 'Oh God' he thought. She sat in his lap, resting her arms on his neck, and wrapped her legs around the back legs of the wooden chair he was in. "Crowley, I need your help." She said. "With-" The word came out little more than a squeak. He cleared his throat. "With what?" he said purposefully making his voice lower. "Take us up to our bedroom." "What!? Why!? I mean um can't we do it down here?" "Oh Jeez, please don't." Sam muttered, causing Dean to snicker. Crowley glared at them, but didn't say anything. "No, we have to go to our bedroom." She said sternly. "But-" "Now!" she said, leaving no doubt that there wasn't an option. "Ok..." He said resignedly. Then he zapped them into the bedroom.
"So what's the probl...." he trailed off, as ____ pulled off her shirt. "Crowley can you look at this for me?" she asked innocently, pointing at a spot on her chest right above where the bra started. Which meant he had to look down her bra to see what she was pointing at. "Um, I don't see anything." He said trying to back away. "No, right there." She said stepping even closer than before. "I really don't see anything." he said nearly tripping trying to back up. "Well you have to look at me if your going to see it." She said starting to laugh. "No I really-" He was cut off as she grabbed the back of his head and thrust him closer. He stood there a moment, milometers away, about to jump off the edge. But at the last second he jumped back away from her, his stubbornness for never losing winning out. "Looks like a freckle to me! I've got to run, Hell to raise you know." He said stumbling over himself and then disappeared. "Dammit..." she muttered.
Crowley didn't return until the next day, while ____ was in their room doing some general tidying up.
"Oh Crowley, your back. Well I guess you win. Congratulations!" She said without turning around to look at him. Suddenly she was spun around and slammed against the wall, arms held above her head. She gave a tiny yelp as she stared at Crowley, eyes wide. She'd never seen that kind of hunger in his eyes before. She started to realize that by making him wait and torturing him all week, she'd screwed herself. Well more like he was going to do it for her.
"Um now Crowley, calm down. You don't want to...." She said faltering. The look in his eyes told her that there was no way she was getting out of this.
"Oh God, I'm not going to sit for a week." She said finally. He snickered. "Try a month." He said literally ripping off her shirt.