The King

"My dear, would you like a drink?" He asked, his voice sends chills down my back.  I've never really cared for a Scottish accent but him. He is different. I look at him and nod. He smiled, "Good, I'd hate to share this with anyone but you," He gets two glasses, pours the burgundy color liquid in each glass. He offers one to me, I take it. He then snaps his fingers and the fireplace lights up. As the flames start to warm the room on this chilly fall night, we sit on the floral couch in silence. He looks at me. "Now love, what's your name?"
"_______" I say nervously.
"What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman," I look at him, blush and look at the buttons on my coat, and examine the threads like they were the most important thing in the world. I always do that when I'm nervous. He put his hand under my chin and tilted my head up so he could see my face. "Darling, you shouldn't look down. Then I can't see your beautiful face." I smile and blush again. For the King of Hell, he really knows how to treat a lady. He strokes his thumb on my cheek, smiles, pulls his hand away. He picks up his glass and takes a drink. I pick up my glass and take a sip. It was bitter and tasted awful, I took another drink hoping that it was just the first sip. Nope. Still gross. I must've mad a weird face because I looked back to Crowley and he was chuckling.
"Not much of a drinker?" He asked as he takes a drink.
"Heh, no." I flash a light smile at him. He looks at me with those chestnut eyes, my heart just melts. I know what he is, but I can't help myself. I don't even know if he feels this way about me, or if he can. I mean he is the King of Hell after all. I must've dazed off I look up to see that he has moved closer to me. I blush a little.
"It's kind of cold tonight… Even with the fire…"
"Yeah, it is." It was indeed a very cold night, even with the fire. I look at him, he smirks at me. He's trademark smirk. He puts his arm around me.
"Don't worry love. I'll keep you warm." I smile, as I rest my head on his shoulder. He smelled of very expensive smelling cologne with a hint of alcohol. Craig more than likely… We sat here like this for an hour not saying a word. Just cuddling.
I look up at him, as I do that he looks at me. We make eye contact; we slowly lean into each other and kiss. You pull away. I smile, he takes notice and smirks. He leans in again and kisses.