And We Can Have Forever | A Crowley x Reader Lemon Series

Puff Puff Pass

The best part about living alone was that I could smoke weed wherever the hell I wanted and no one said shit about it. Currently, I was in my living room, loading a bowl when there was a knock at my door. With an exasperated sigh, I got up and went to open it. 

Crowley stood there, nonchalantly peering at me over his dark sunglasses, "You know it's a sin to get a poor bloke all hot and bothered, then leaving him blue balled?"

"Pretty sure you just made that up." I said with a sarcastic smirk, "What are you doing here, Crowley?" The Serpent slipped into my flat, looking around. 

"A little devil's lettuce then?" He asked, completely ignoring my question. I rolled my eyes as I shut the door. 

"Medicinal," I replied, the repeated, "What are you doing here, Crowley?"

Crowley turned to face me, "I thought I said why when you opened the door. Have you already smoked a bowl?" Ignoring him, I walked past, picked up my bowl, and lit it. 

Crowley watched me exhale the smoke, then held out his hand, "Puff, puff, pass kitten." I thought for a second, then handed the bowl and lighter to him. Crowley took his own drag before setting them down on the table. 

"Bloody hell," He said with a cough, "They certainly have improved that." Well, he wasn't wrong. I sat down on the couch, watching Crowley adjust to the bud. 

"So you came over to tell me that I gave you blue balls?" I clarified. Crowley sat down next to me, leaning back and draping his arms over the back of the couch. 

"You kiss me, get me all hot and bothered, then leave." Crowley explained with a wry smile, taking off his shades, "Then you flat out grab my cock in front of the angel." Well, when he put it like that, it did make a little bit of sense. 

While Crowley was enjoying a decent high, my tolerance kept me from feeling any effect. It would take a lot more than that to get me stoned. Come to think of it, I had liked kissing him. It had been a long time since I kissed a man. And even though he had been just as drunk as I, he had still made sure I got home okay. That was rather decent of him. And when I had grabbed him in the book shop...well, that left very little to the imagination. 

"Crowley," I said, "Why do you like me?" 

Crowley, pupils slightly wider than a snake's should be,  looked at me, "Why shouldn't I like a beautiful bad ass?" 

"Bad ass?" I snorted in disbelief. 

"Well, what would you call a woman who survives all on her own throughout the centuries without any help?" Crowley explained, "I mean, it's not like women were always considered equal." I smiled softly, he wasn't wrong there. Crowley leaned his head back against the couch, thoroughly relaxed.

"What the hell are they using to grow these plants?" He muttered, closing his eyes. 

"Genetics," I replied, still watching him. The Serpent of Eden was rather cute when I thought about it. And despite being a demon, he had been rather sweet to me. Ehhh, fuck it.

"Hey, Crowley?" I asked. Crowley turned his head towards me, yellow eyes opening to look at me. 

I gave him a devilish grin, "Would you like me to remedy that blue balls situation?"