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[anthony_crowley]

Date: March 25, 2001
Setting: John's Bedroom
Status: Private- Crowley, John, Kit
Summary: Crowley has a nightmare

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[dangeroushabits]

No doubt about it: Crowley had the worst timing in the history of the Universe

[anthony_crowley]

Crowley's first thought upon noticing that John had company, was 'oh shit, my eyes'. He blinked quickly. When he opened them again, they were a soft, pale, almost otherworldly grey. He could keep them that way for an hour or so.

His second thought - forgive his sleep-addled mind - was 'woman'. It took a second for two sets of memories to align and put a name to the, well, not the face, but definitely the side of the head. That long, curly, black hair had to belong to Kit. Not that he'd seen her much since the day she arrived. Nor John for that matter. It seemed they had been busy...

The demon's third thought was 'sex'. And he had to stop a moment to figure out why. Oh, right. That might be why John had his hand up her shirt and was missing his own. Tie was still there, though. That got a ghost of a smile. But while Crowley wasn't remotely embarrassed to have walked in on them, he did respect John enough to leave the man some privacy.

So he just said, "Nightmare. Don't worry about it." And turned to go.

[no_npc_here]

"Crowley, you - shite," Kit muttered, making a few crucial adjustments to her blouse when her attempt to hide behind a bare-chested John didn't work out as discretely as she'd hoped. "You don' have to - I mean, this isn't..."

She ran into some trouble with that statement, as she didn't in fact know what this was -- or wasn't -- except perhaps the result of too much Guinness and more scotch than she'd consumed in ages. But she wasn't drunk enough to miss the troubled look on the disheveled man's face, or to realize that John would be beating himself up later if he let a mate leave looking like that.

"You don't have to go."

[dangeroushabits]

John turned and blinked at Kit in surprise. Now that he hadn't been expecting, and for a moment he couldn't decide whether to be relieved or disappointed. There was a very insistent part of him that wanted Crowley to clear the fuck out and talk about his sodding nightmares later, and it wanted Kit to want the same thing

[no_npc_here]

Kit was not of course overtly aware of any influence Crowley may have had on them outside the physical; for all she knew, it was the mere presence of him at her back after she'd so abruptly found herself again in John's arms that worked to ripen the pleasure deep her abdomen so much more quickly than she'd anticipated. She was matching John's pace almost frantically now, her breath heavy in her throat

[dangeroushabits]

The sound of Kit's pleasure, the invitation implicit in her kiss and the sudden spasms clamping down around him made it pretty much impossible for John to hold back any longer even if he'd wanted to. He kissed back with equal measures tenderness and savagery, then set his brow against her collarbone and came with a low, guttural cry, his entire body jerking convulsively with each searing throb

[anthony_crowley]

Surprisingly, Crowley was rather more enthralled at that moment with Kit and John's pleasure than his own. Although he certainly was enjoying some mild physical pleasure, it was far more erotic to see how completely they were lost in one another. (Watching John find his completion didn't hurt either and Kit was so soft in his arms. If he squinted, the two of them together were almost like one particular blond and pudgy person.) The demon had attended a number of orgies in his lifetime and had seen hundreds of thousands of couples having sex, but never in all his years had he been so near a couple who were clearly in love. It was heartbreakingly familiar

[no_npc_here]

Kit watched, dazed and somewhat drained, as John and Crowley rearranged themselves. She'd understood the request -- quite clearly, in fact. Her hesitation was more for Crowley's sake; she wasn't a complete stranger to being this intimate with someone after barely more than a drink together, but it was different when she and John had just... and besides, she couldn't be sure he'd accept the attention, what with the way he'd shied away from John's touch earlier.

So she started gently; stroked Crowley's thighs, his torso, slowly, softly. It wasn't until she'd established a cautious rhythm that she shifted, bent to kiss his skin low on his abdomen, very aware of the heat of his erection near her cheek. All the while looking up at him and John, watching for Crowley's consent.