"If that is the case, I shall have to punish you." Lilith said with a smirk. "If you threaten me, I shall withhold any and all kisses for some time."
"Walked right into that one, didn’t I? Sneak-Cheatery, thy name is woman."
A small smile formed but quickly disappeared. “I’m not sure if that is a compliment or not. I’ll stop talking about it though. Maybe sometime, when you’re comfortable, you’ll tell me more but no rush.” Anna lifted Crowley’s hand and placed a kiss on it.
For a moment, Crowley was silent, holding Anna’s hand as the crowds pushed in around them. Full of ineffable appreciation that cut through the noise.
What was that noise, anyway?
"Very but in a more clever way than most I deal with… See you made me like you before you pulled control," He snorted.
"All I’m hearing is that you like me. The rest is just fuzzy details.”
"Is that a threat?" She turned, giving him a cheeky look as she pouted playfully.
"Sort of. A little one. Subtle, miniature threat, nothing to bother homeland security about."
"Yeh, vampire, not exactly a real problem with deviant acts," he said lifting his head after taking a second taste of intoxicating blood from Crowley’s lips. "Why should I be jealous when I’m still involved? Besides, I’ve been inside your head and I know you get some of your rocks off controlling me."
"I kinda like it."
Crowley ran his fingertips down Spike’s throat slowly. “You make me sound so manipulative. Do I look like someone who enjoys playing with people? And anyway, I didn’t say you should be jealous. But pretending gives me a jingle.”
"Was a time I wanted to be top dog, but things’ve changed, though I don’t like being talked down to. I’m alright with equals, can even serve if I need to—but I don’t do too well with authority." Spike shrugged a bit.
"What about me? Aren’t I commanding and threatening enough to be an authority figure? Or do I need to be wearing a kinglier tie? One with a stick pin, so you know I mean business."
"Fair enough," he said lazily resting his head on Crowley’s shoulder, "If those are the kicks you want, give it a try… but fire, not really my favorite element most nights."
"Seriously? As in, you, me, and the waitress makes three? I thought that would take a lot more tonguing on my my part — William, you slutty slut." Crowley giggled the giggle of the Lord of the Damned and gave Spike another taste of his bloody lip. "We could shop around, find some shiny toy to play with. Slippery fun or your money back…. But I have to say, I’m well fazed. This is the first time anyone worth more than a Denny’s birthday dinner ever said yes.”
He dropped to his bedroom voice, murmuring in Spike’s ear, “You know, somewhere at the bottom of my bag of cats, I think I might be a teensy bit disappointed you didn’t break out that possessive jazz. Does that mean I’m growing layers?”