splish splash I was taking a bath

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Crowley fills the over-sized tub with hot water and lights the candles he's placed around their bathroom. Let it never be said that he's not romantic when he wants to be. There are even a few rose petals in the water.

He gets into his robe and sits on the stairs, waiting for Blake to come home to his promised surprise.

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"Of course she has. She loves to stick her nose in things." Crowley chuckles softly, leaning back against Blake and turning his head to catch Blake's lips in a kiss. The look on his face is utterly serene. He can't remember the last time he felt this happy when he wasn't with Blake.

Perdita's paws make gentle sounds on the bathroom tile as she approaches the bathtub to snuffle at the edge and Crowley pulls away from Blake to pet her with a wet hand. As soon as the water hits her fur, she ducks her head away and steps back.

"Baths are wet. Don't look at me like that."

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Blake laughs and even if he can't see Perdita, he can only imagine that they're quite a pair when they interact like this. Leaning forward, he rests his head against Crowley and slips his arms around the demon, encircling him and enjoying the proximity.

"It's about as popular with the cat," he muses quietly. They're quite a happy little family here, aren't they? Disgustingly happy in some ways and it makes John wonder if maybe it isn't all some kind of dream that's eventually going to end. But that's exactly what it is, isn't it?

"Anyway, what's next, Romeo? Champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries?"

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Blake's weight is, as ever, a welcome weight and Crowley relaxes more as he watches Perdita pad back out into the hall with a smile. He really truly loves that dog, as much as he's able to love anything, he mulls. She's been nothing but faithful and she watches out for both of them as much as she can.

"Please. I know that wouldn't impress you at all." He turns his head to look back at Blake, but can't quite get a good view in this position. "I wanted you to relax, not laugh at me."

He reaches up to cover Blake's hand with his own.

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"Well, I think I'm gonna do both," he muses, clearly having no qualms with that line of thinking. He's never made it easy for the demon, but Crowley's never asked for things to be easy, either. In fact, he seems to somewhat delight in the puckish behavior at times and it only serves to spur on the former cop.

He slides their fingers together and lets out a long, but content sigh. "Thank you. For thinkin' of me. Sorry I laughed at you." He's not.

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It's rate that Crowley isn't thinking of Blake these days. One might call him obsessed, but he doesn't see it as being so out of the ordinary for him. Then again, Crowley's got a history of fixating on people and things.

"You can laugh as long as you're still coming home to me." With a soft smile, he leans his forehead forward against the edge of the tub. Blake can say whatever he likes as long as he'll still be here. Crowley needs that more than anything.