Crowley x Reader, Saving 'Angel' (chpt. 1)

She was stumbling along the side of the road, limping badly, a trickle of blood coming from the side of her mouth, and a determined look on her face.

It was dark, and wet, and completely deserted. Not a car in sight, 'Great.' She thought 'Just great.'
*1 hour earlier*
It was seven forty-five pm and _____ was on her way home from work. Her work was kinda in the middle of nowhere off by itself, since she worked in a factory. Not as a floor worker, but as a manager. Which is why she was leaving three hours late, after doing paperwork.
Most everyone else had already left, so she was on her own. She had taken the bus that morning to save gas, and mileage on her car. So ____ was hurrying to the nearby bus stop, to catch the last bus going home for the evening.

She was out the front door and about to be on her way, when a voice nearby said. "Hey, _____." She turned to see Lenny, one of the floor workers, calling over from the side wall of the factory. Lenny was a scrawny dorky guy, with thick glasses, and an under bite. For a long time _____ had suspected that Lenny had a crush on her, so she was always nice to him, because no offense, but that wasn't happening.

_____ was on a time limit, but she didn't want to be rude, so she walked over to him. "Hey Lenny, what are you doing here so late?" "Um, no particular reason, it just kinda worked out that way." Lenny looked nervous. "Well okay, did you want something?" "Um....." There was definitely something up with Lenny. He wouldn't look her in the eyes for more than a second, before his eyes would slide away form hers. Like he was ashamed of something.

Then suddenly he jumped at her, slamming _____ against the wall, pulling a knife from his pocket. "Look, just do what I tell you and no one gets hurt." But unfortunately for Lenny, things weren't going to work out that way.
After her initial shock, instinct kicked in. _____ had been taking martial arts (among other things) since she was eight. Without going into to much detail, bottom line she broke his wrist, and his nose, knocked the knife out of his hand, and knocked him unconscious.

Unfortunately though, no matter how good she was, she wasn't walking away from a knife fight unscathed. He had slashed her leg, and gotten a lucky shot in and punched her in the mouth. Not to bad considering what she did to him, but still annoying as hell since she'd missed her bus, and her phone had gotten broken during the fight. The injury in her leg wasn't to bad, not to deep, and he'd missed any major arteries, but it still hurt like shit.

She wrapped the wound in the black and white scarf she's warn today. No one else was still at the factory, and she couldn't get in to use a phone because the alarm system had automatically set behind her.Today was a Friday which meant no one would be coming back until Monday, so she couldn't just wait here until morning.
Fuck.

So now here she was, walking with an injured leg, in the dark.
Suddenly a pair of head lights appeared behind her, coming from the direction she'd just come from. For a second she was afraid it was Lenny, but then she realized it was a sleek black limousine. Not Lenny.

The limo slowed down next to her. _____'s spirits soared, but she wasn't about to jump in the car with a stranger. She'd already almost been raped once today, and that was enough for ______ for a life time. The limo came to a complete stop next to her, and the door at the back opened. Out stepped a man wearing a black suit and tie, with short black hair, and black dress shoes, with a mischievous grin on his face. _____ thought there definitely was a color theme going on here, but she didn't really have any room to talk since she was wearing mostly black herself. With a black dress shirt, blue jeans, black combat boots, and a long black coat. The upside to working at a factory, was that no one really cared how you dressed.

Normally _____ would have found the man attractive, but in light of recent events, that smirk of his was making her a little uncomfortable.
"Well, hello darling. What happened to you?" His voice was sexy as hell, but with the way he was looking her up and down leering slightly, she decided she wasn't going to tell him anything. Though she was in desperate need of help, she wasn't going to put herself in more risk. "None of your business." She said curtly. For just a moment she wondered if she was being rude for no reason, but _____ had been with enough guys to know when they were making bedroom eyes. But he just raised one eyebrow, an amused glint in his eyes. "Well that's no way to talk to your potential rescuer," "I don't need rescuing." "Really? That hastily bandaged gash on your leg says otherwise." He said smugly.

He had a point of course, but now it wasn't just a matter of being safe, now she just didn't want to lose the argument to this guy. He chuckled, as if having read her thoughts. "I'm not going to hurt you, I swear. I just want to help." He was very convincing, and she wanted to believe him. But no, she didn't want to take the risk. "Look no offense dude, but stranger danger. There's no way I'm just going to hop in your limo, and go god knows where with you."

"Ok, fair enough, I don't have to give you a ride. But how about I just patch up that injury for you?" He leaned back into the limousine and pulled a first aid kit out from under the seats. "I don't know...." _____ said warily. "Come on. Love, do you thing anyone else is going to come driving down this deserted stretch of road and help you?" Another good point. One _____ couldn't afford to argue with, The blood had just about bled through the scarf on her leg.

Finally she relented and said rather pitifully. "Ok, please help me." A smile broke out across the mans face. "Alright love, have a seat here and I'll fix you up." So _____ sat down in the limo, while the man tended to her wound. "So darling, while your here why don't you tell me what happened." She figured at this point, why not. So she told him everything, about leaving work late, Lenny's attempt at raping her, kicking Lenny's ass, missing the bus, to where she was now. He was a good listener. He almost seemed to get angry when she told him what Lenny had tried to do, and grinned when she talked about beating him up.

"Well love, seems you've had quite the evening." _____ nodded. She was a little distracted at the moment, for two reasons. (A) Because whatever he had done to her leg was amazing, it was like nothing had even happened to it in the first place. Like magic. (B) Because she had noticed something odd, but she was having trouble putting her finger on it. Then it hit her. The man smelt faintly of sulfur.

When he was done with her leg, he reached up with a cloth and dabbed at the blood that was there. "The names Crowley by the way." "The King of Hell." she replied. He stopped and looked her in the eyes. "Are you a hunter?" "No, but my Uncle was killed by a vampire when I was eight. Afterwards I kinda read up on all things Supernatural. I never became a hunter per say, but whenever things came to town I'd take care of  it. And I keep tabs on things, like who the King of Hell is."

He looked kind of impressed. He continued to dab at her mouth. "Is that going to be a problem?" he asked "I don't know, is it?" They looked each other in the eyes, and the message was clear. As long as he didn't do anything evil while he was here, they were good. "Ok then." Crowley finished wiping at her mouth, and opened the door. "You can go now." She blinked. She'd forgotten that she'd rather rudely told him that she wasn't going to let him drive her home. Now that she was here, all comfortable and stuff, she didn't really want to leave. And now that she thought about it, she didn't really want to leave Crowley either. He was smart, and attractive, and she liked talking to him.

He smirked at her, seeing the obvious hesitation. "Or I can give you a ride home." He suggested. She looked down at her feet, and nodded meekly. He reached over and closed the door. Then settled himself into the chair opposite her. "That's what I thought."

They made small talk, nothing interesting. The problem was that, now that no one was injured, and they were sitting in a confined space together, there was some tension. The bed room eyes were back, and this time _____ wasn't sure she minded. At one point Crowley was saying something (Hell if she could remember!) and she had kind of absently started staring at his mouth. Or more correctly his lips, and how soft and supple they looked.
"______? ______?" She realized he was calling her name. _____ shook her head, trying to snap out of it. "What? Sorry, what?" He laughed, and asked. "Thinking about anything interesting?" She blushed bright red. He knew exactly what she had been thinking about.

_____ was trying to think of something to cover the moment of embarrassment, when suddenly he was only centimeters away from her face. "You know, if you want something love, all you have to do is ask." Her heart beat a million times faster, as she gazed into his brown eyes. Then he leaned in and claimed her lips.

It started slow, but grew more heated. Before she knew it, the were both laying on the seat, with her top off. He was on top, face in the crook of her neck sucking on her soft spot, and she was working on pulling his shirt off. When he suddenly bit down, a moan escaped her. Then she accidentally rolled them both off the seat and onto the floor. Crowley pulled off her neck and looked at her, both eyebrows raised. "Darling, if you wanted top, you could have just said so." _____ laughed, then Crowley bit her lip and pulled her down closer.

Then she was met with a very pleasant surprise. When his tongue slid in, _____ realized that it was forked and longer than normal. And the extra length made all the difference.
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The limo finally pulled up in front of _____'s apartment complex. Crowley walked her to the door, and _____ was a little pleased to see he  was walking slightly bow legged. They stood at the front door, and kissed, slow, and passionate. His tongue slipped in again, and god it tasted good! It also helped get the taste of a different part of him out her mouth.

There was no 'Call me.' or 'Let's do this again' or anything like that. This was a one night stand, and they both knew it. "Thanks for the ride home and stuff." "No problem love, you were worth it." He winked, and that was it. Then he walked back to his car, (Still bow legged) and drove off.

"So much for a saving 'angel'." She thought ironically. But that was alright, she was good with a King of Hell instead. Then she went inside, and up to bed.