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The hallway was deserted. Crowley's hand covered your mouth, firmly enough that you had to breathe deliberately to get enough air.
His demeanor had changed in an instant, the silliness and casualness replaced with intensity and a sense of danger. Not danger from ineptitude either–deliberate danger.
You considered trying to speak, but a glance at Crowley's face disabused you of the notion. He stared down at you, his normally expressive face flat.
"Do you enjoy them?"
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Your...friends. Do you enjoy them?"
Unsure where he was going with this, you decided on honesty, nodding slightly.
His hand slammed into the wall next to your head. You stared at the tension thrumming through Crowley's hand before slowly, fearfully, returning your gaze to his.
He was frowning. His eyes must have been closed, because the yellow normally there behind his mask was replaced with deep black.
The hand on your mouth remained, his grip tightening.
"I...am a selfish man."
You waited for him to continue, unable to do anything else. The hand on the wall drifted down to grip your shoulder–you flinched at the touch.
"I am kind, so I will allow you to keep your friends. But I am also selfish." Yellow pupils now bored into you. "If I had my way you would see, hear, touch no one but me."
The hand covering your mouth finally let go, and you gasped involuntarily as he caressed your cheek. The metal of his claws dragged against your skin as you took deep breaths, attempting to steady yourself.
"Why must you hurt me? Why must you, lovely as you are, give others what should be mine alone?"
You trembled under his touch. You didn't have an answer.
His hand drifted down your face, resting against your chin. Roughly, suddenly, he pulled you towards him and kissed you.
You couldn't hold back the exclamation of surprise, though it was muffled by his mouth on yours. You tried to pull away but his other hand pressed against your back, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.
You were unable to resist, and so you relented, allowing him to move against you and push his tongue into your mouth. You rested your hands against his chest, feeling yourself grow light headed as the kiss continued. You would need air soon.
You weren't sure he would give it to you.
Finally, his mouth left yours, and you gasped as air returned to your lungs, collapsing weakly against his chest. He held you to him, rubbing your back.
"We should take more walks like this," he said, his cheerful tone returning. "The evening air is quite pleasant, wouldn't you say?"
You closed your eyes and leaned your head against his chest, a silent agreement to the equally silent question.
You will be mine, won't you?