I See Red // Crowley

16 || DIRTY LITTLE SECRET

Waking up next to Crowley didn't seem like it would be getting old any time soon. Selina didn't even care that it was only her second time doing so, she simply couldn't get enough of it and if she could have it her way then every morning she had left would be an exact replica of this one.

The sun shone warmly through the small gap in the curtains, brightening one minuscule portion of the otherwise dark and cosy room. Crowley's arm draped loosely over her stomach, causing Selina to believe she'd shuffled around a little in her sleep as the last thing she remember from the night before was being nestled up against Crowley's chest, where the faint beat of his heart helped her drift off into the most peaceful sleep she'd ever had in her life.

And speaking of peaceful sleeps, for a demon who didn't even need to sleep nor did he often, Crowley sure was a heavy sleeper. It had been a good few minutes since Selina had woken up, during which there had been some heavyset footsteps running down the hallway and a few banging doors echoing throughout the place, yet Crowley still showed no signs that he'd be joining her.

To be honest, Selina couldn't help but feel a little pleased with herself — that she'd helped tire him out enough that it warranted him actually needing some sleep. That was a big win if you ask her, and sometimes she wondered if she was the first woman who'd ever done so.

Turning on her side as carefully as she could, so as to not wake the sleeping Crowley up, Selina couldn't help but gaze at him, a soft smile rising on her lips at how peaceful he looked now that he wasn't worrying about a million different things. She couldn't help but think he needed this, not just sex and comfort food, but a break.

A break from Hell. From ruling. From dealing with incessant, whiny demons who did nothing but have petty arguments and give him endless, mind-numbing problems that made him want to throw himself in the cage with Lucifer for some peace and quiet. Like seriously, Crowley had been so tense last night from the stress of his past few days that Selina had actually played about with the idea of giving him a massage instead of allowing him to do whatever he wished with her.

And sure, sex was probably a far greater source of stress relief, but there was just something different about a massage. About lying on a comfy bed, clearing your mind of all its problems and simply basking in the feeling of that one person you cared about most running their hands over your body, working out your knots and helping to remind you that you had something far better to live for.

God, that sounded amazing, Selina thought to herself. Really amazing. And perhaps she might flip the script and ask Crowley to give her a massage instead, as come to think of it, he wasn't the only one in desperate need of some tension relief.

But for now, she was more in desperate need of some fresh air as the room had gotten quite stuffy during the night.

And so, after gently lifting Crowley's arm from across her stomach and allowing it to fall back into place beside him, Selina slipped out of the bed, tiptoeing towards his discarded shirt that had ended up being thrown halfway across the room last night. She bent down to pick it up, half expecting it to go flying from her reach like last time, but luckily for her Crowley was still out cold and thus she was finally able to engulf her body in the softest fabric she'd ever had the pleasure of feeling.

Of course Crowley would only have the finest source of material for his clothes. He had been a tailor after all, and she really wouldn't have expected any less.

Tilting her head to the side and relishing in Crowley's scent that resided in the fabric, Selina made her way past the table, which was littered in copious amounts of crockery, each one still stained with the remnants of the vast amounts of food they'd consumed after their third round of... workouts. They'd ended up ordering pretty much the entire room service menu. From lasagna to carbonara. Fettuccine to spaghetti and meatballs. Even a pizza with multiple different toppings had graced their palette's, making Selina think she'd gained about ten pounds just by looking at it all.