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[dontfeartreaper]

Maddie's hair stood up and she started to hiss and growl at the door seconds before Crowley steeped inside the room. The cat was used to the demon's scent, but the sulfur and blood smell that come with him that time was something she disliked.

Crowley's suit was covered with dark stains, not all of them looked like blood, and his expression was dark. He shooed Maddie away and sat on a chair by the table.

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[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

Damn it, Damn it. He needed more time to heal.

"I can wait."

[afracturedglass.livejournal.com]

And he seemed so eager to get in there not two minutes ago, too. He frowned. "Crowley, if you're tired it'll help. Just go."

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

"I told you I can wait didn't I?" The reply was a bit too fast and to harsh. he didn't mean it to sound that way be he couldn't help himself.

[afracturedglass.livejournal.com]

That reply also got a small flinch from the younger man. He was about to protest again, but managed to keep the comments to himself. He just looked away, stepped into the shower, and closed the curtain without a word.

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

And Crowley knew that he screwed thing again. He ran a hand trough his messed hair, lump slightly when he caressed by accident a bump.

[afracturedglass.livejournal.com]

True to his word, it wasn't long before the water shut off and he was out again, grabbing a towel and wiping himself down, wrapping it around his waist and disappearing to the bedroom without so much as a second glance.

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

Crowley was torn between his his head against the sink repeatedly, follow Cori or take a bath. He chose the less a painful of the options.

He undressed as fast as he could, his black suit was dirty but the color masqueraded all the blood over him, not all of them was from Balthazar, the half breed didn't exactly had blood in his veins. Crowley's white shirt, on the other hand, was totally red in some places, like his stomach and back. He got inside the bath and turned on the hot water.

The demon was feeling so tired he could just fall sleep right now.

[afracturedglass.livejournal.com]

Once he was dressed the Corinthian just flopped down o the bed and pulled a book out of his drawer. After that he more or less tuned out all attention to his immediate surroundings.

He remembered a time when he would have very gladly killed for a select few people. He almost had on more than one occasion. Never would he have expected someone would actually do the same for him, and the knowledge that someone had was....

He almost felt....needed, again.

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

He stayed in the shower a bit more than the necessary, making sure that the dirt and specially the bruises were gone for good. When stepped out he cleaned Corinthian's clothes and his suit with a movement of his hand. He looked at Cori's shirt as if he was contemplating turning the clothes into a science experiment or to dissect it into little pieces like a frog in science class.

He never went to a science class so he decided to go with the third option he had. When he was done, he noticed Maddie in the door, sniffing at him. He knew what was she doing that and grinned down at her.

[afracturedglass.livejournal.com]

The Corinthian only vaguely noticed when the water was shut off, still absorbed in his book and resisting the urge to doze off for a while. It was difficult; he wasn't entirely sure just why he was feeling so tired lately, but it was more than a little irritating. Maybe he really should start eating more. Or at least find better sleeping habits.

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

Crowley finally stepped inside the the room, a bowl of fruit in his hand and wearing, that was hard to miss, Corinthian's t shirt. He was wearing his owns boxers at least.

Maddie followed him but when Crowley sat on the bed she jumped to one of the chairs and waited.

[afracturedglass.livejournal.com]

He didn't even look up when he felt the bed shift, though he did make more of an effort to look less like he was drifting off and more like he was reading. It was only after several moments of silence that he finally glanced over to see what exactly the demon was doing.

And half a moment later he looked again. "....Crowley, get the hell out of my shirt."

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

"That was fast, I thought that you was tired." Crowley snapped back, smirking suggestively to annoy the other man.

[afracturedglass.livejournal.com]

Well, it certainly worked. He scowled a little and sat up. "You know what I meant, smart-ass. Wear your own clothes."

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

Crowley ignored Cori and approached him, laying near. "I will with a condition."

[afracturedglass.livejournal.com]

A condition? His brow furrowed. "And that is....?"

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

"I will take off a piece of clothes off for anything you eat." he showed him the bowl of fruit. It was a good thing that Crowley decided to wear more than one shirt, he knew Cori too well now.

[afracturedglass.livejournal.com]

"....if I didn't know any better I'd think this was a cheap shot at my diet," he muttered, looking over at the bowl. He wasn't even particularly hungry right now....he looked up at Crowley with a raised brow. "What's to stop me from just skipping thr fruit and stripping you anyway?"

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

Crowley managed to put on a serious face at that first comment. He couldn't stop the lecherous one that come with the second. The yellow eyes demon took a deep breath, he wanted Cori to eat. "The fact I know you like this shirt and I will burn it if you do that...?"

He moved even more closer to softer the tension in the air and held a grape between his fingers. "Say 'ah'."

[afracturedglass.livejournal.com]

He opened his mouth again to protest, seemed to think better of it, and shut it just as quickly, fixing a dark look on the demon. Oh, if only looks could kill.

But he gave in, and he took the grape without a word, quickly swallowing it.

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

Why he had to be always so difficult, Crowley thought? Not even the son of Satan was that difficult.

"Theyre good, aren't they?"

Crowley reached out and took the cluster of grapes from the fruit bowl. He cradled them in her right hand as he reached up to pluck one from its stem with her left hand. this time he put the grape in his mouth and rolled it on her tongue before she pushed it between his teeth. For one moment he paused, watching Cori.

[afracturedglass.livejournal.com]

"I guess...." He was a little distracted, watching the grape with rapt attention. He knew Crowley liked to tease, but Jesus Christ....

"....and now my shirt?"

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

For one moment he paused, watching Cori as he stared in fascination at his mouth. Crowley bit down on the grape and glanced up quickly to meet the other man's eyes.

"I said a piece of clothing for a fruit." The demon replied, his voice low and husky. "You haven't eaten one, you just eat a piece of it." Crowley allowed a small, lascivious smile to curl one corner of his mouth. "

"Grape?" inquired Crowley solicitously. He rolled the new fruit across his fingers. He was the demon of temptation for a reason, damn it.

[afracturedglass.livejournal.com]

He met the man's eye for all of a few seconds before he found himself looking away again, shifting awkwardly. That voice and that smile sent a little thrill through him, hard as he tried to appear nonchalant about things. He took this grape without a word as well, not looking up as he popped it into his mouth.

[dontfeartreaper.livejournal.com]

Small steps, small steps, Crowley thought. With a small evil grin, he lifted the cluster of grapes and plucked one and bit it in half, before popping both halves in his mouth. Then he reached for a plum. He cupped the fruit in his hand for a moment, looking thoughtfully at it. Without looking at Cori, he took a bite. The juice ran down his fingers and chin. He paid no attention and chewed the bit in his mouth before taking another bite.

He picked up a napkin he brought with him and very deliberately wiped his lips, finally looking at his companion.

"I love fruit." Crowley reached for a cherry and pushed it between his teeth, looking at Corinthian expectantly.