Crowley/Lucifer FanFiction

Temptation

The walls, carpet and ceiling were all black, the furniture bright crimson, including 2 walk in wardrobes, a 4 poster bed, large oak chest and chester draws, velvet sofa and arms chairs around a small oak coffee table. The room was huge.

"Do you like it?" he asked,

"Crowley it's beautiful" I gasped "is this your room?"

"Yes love" he smiled

"Am I in hell?" I asked, he nodded and took a step closer to me, taking my hands in his. 

"about what Lucifer said" I started,

"Shhhhh" she interrupted me shaking his head, he leaned down and kissed me, all my worries and memories of the day fell away and I completely melted into him. His hands found my hips and he pulled me against him, I gasped as I felt his excitement building. 

"Crowley" I moaned, 

"yes love?" he whispered 

"You're such a tease" I groaned, 

"You love it" he whispered teasing more. 

"What do we do now?" I asked

"We wait" he sighed "Until the boys need us"

"I'm hoping that might be sooner rather than later" I replied "they can't take down the devil alone"

"No" he sighed "but they want to protect you"

"I'm a big girl I can look after myself" I exclaimed

"This is the devil we are talking about Grace" he replied "you don't know what you are dealing with"

"I deserve a chance to face him properly" I demanded "he's been ruining my sleep for as long as I can remember! you have no idea how that feels" Crowley sighed exasperated, 

"you aren't going to give up are you" he sighed pulling me into a hug, I shook my head and looked up at him.

"take me back please" I asked, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him. As we broke the kiss he zapped us back to the bunker, but not before Lucifer saw us kissing. I turned to see his eyes burning red,

"Crowley you're a dead man" Lucifer threatened, 

"I'm already dead" Crowley shot back,

"Crowley what the hell we told you to get her out of here" Sam yelled,

"She's very stubborn" Crowley explained,

"I need a moment alone with Lucifer" I told them

"Not happening" Dean replied stomping over

"Dean he's chained up he can't do anything" I groaned

"Give the girl what she wants" Crowley sighed, he didn't like the idea either but knew it was no use fighting me. 

"I'll shout if I need you and I'll shout when I'm done" I explained, the men reluctantly filed out of the room. Lucifer was smirking, his eyes back to their usual colour. 

"I knew you couldn't resist" he grinned as I stepped closer to him on the edge of the devil's trap. 

"What do you want with me Lucifer?" I asked,

"Now there's a question" he giggled licking his lip, I rolled my eyes in annoyance. His face turned serious, "You're mine" he said matter of factly.

"I don't belong to anyone I'm a person you don't own me" I yelled

"It's written in black and white darling" he smiled "signed in blood, your father's blood, there's no arguing with that"

"So what I just sit by your side for the rest of my life" I scoffed

"Well I'd like to get you in other positions too" he growled, that part of me that was drawn to him ached at the tone in his voice. "You can feel it can't you" he whispered "Don't fight it Gracie come to me" my feet began to move on their own, I couldn't control them, his eyes were locked on mine, the pull between us was too strong. I was having an inner battle and managed to stop myself just out of his reach. 

"You're fighting destiny Grace" he sighed "we were written in the stars before you were even born"

"You're the devil Lucifer" I replied "How could you ever expect me to accept that" and I managed to take a step back "you.." his eyes gazing in to mine made my words catch in my throat. "You're beautiful" my words betrayed me. But I still managed to hold the distance.

"why didn't you tell me?" I asked, he looked confused "all those times you visited me in my dreams, you could have told me why you were there but instead it was always the same words"

"I was in the cage" he sighed "I was barely strong enough to do that let alone string together conversations"

"Even if I could accept that you're evil to the bone" I laughed "You're too late, I've already found the person I want to be with" his eyes burned red again as he snarled,

"You think I'm evil" he hissed "he's the king of hell, he makes a living out of tricking people into deals, he's just as evil as I am" I was shocked by his words, I'd never really considered or allowed myself to think of Crowley in that way. 

"You will accept me Grace" he whispered calming down again "One kiss and you will realise who your future lies with" I hadn't noticed but while I was doubting Crowley my feet moved on their own. It turns out my feelings for him were what made me strong. Before I knew it Lucifer was pulling me onto his lap and his lips were interlocked with mine. My mind exploded, the rush I felt from contact with him made me feel incredible, I felt weightless and free. Once I came to my senses it was too late. Me giving in to him had made him stronger and he had transported us out of the bunker. The trap and chains couldn't hold him any longer. 

I pushed him away and suddenly realised our surroundings. We were in a field that could have been anywhere, the views were stunning but I didn't have time to admire them.

"You knew that would happened didn't you!" I yelled, 

"Oh come on don't be mad" he pouted

"You bastard you used me!" I cried

"Come on darling we both enjoyed that kiss" he smirked, "It was our fireworks that gave me the power to do this"

"Oh trust me there were no fireworks" I lied crossing my arms. 

"You can deny it all you want" he laughed "you're mine Grace, you can't resist me" I couldn't help but admire the way the sunlight danced across his skin and the way his muscular shoulders bulged through his t-shirt. 

"Darling you're drooling" he teased

"Shut up" I snapped and sat down on the floor "What now Lucifer, we live in the woods like animals, what exactly did you hope to achieve" 

"So touchy" he laughed "it's hot" I blushed and cursed myself for it. "I didn't choose this place, you did" I looked at him confused, and looked around. I remember, I could picture myself 9 years old running around chasing a butterfly, my mum sat on a picnic blanket laughing at me. We skipped through the field that day, raced down hills and ran through stream. It was one of my favourite childhood memories. I was pulled from my thoughts at the feel of Lucifer's hand on  my cheek, his thumb brushing the tear that had fallen down my cheek. I looked up at him, eyes watery with tears. He leaned down as if to kiss me but I turned my head and pulled away. 

"I want to go home Lucifer" I sighed,

"I'm your home now Grace" he whispered placing a hand on my shoulder and again we were transported. This time to a fancy hotel room with a grand bed, just one.

"You have got to be kidding me" I groaned throwing my head back in frustration.