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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"No." Crowley answers with humor in his voice. "I haven't the faintest clue, sweetheart, but I'm glad to be here."

It's been a year and a half since Wonderland had shown them a glimpse of their future together, two years since a rooftop dalliance when they hadn't quite been themselves and a bit over a year since Blake started to let Crowley in. He couldn't have had any idea that the road to that would feel so good. At first, he'd thought only of sex and then of personal connection, but this is something else entirely. Crowley and Blake have a life together and it's one that Crowley is quite attached to.

Crowley is so very fucked.

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If Crowley's fucked, then Blake's fucked too. And he knows it. Honestly, he's felt it more and more as of late, but it's not a new concept at all. Maybe Crowley's slow to pick it up, or maybe he's just better at pretending. Either way, the two of them have found so many ways to wrap themselves up in each other, it's probably pretty hard to see where one begins and the other ends.

"Even if I'm not much of a bath person, I'm glad to be here, too." And he's got no trouble admitting that, even if it's an obvious sign of his affection.

He leans forward some and tries to glance back over his shoulder. "But I wouldn't mind switchin' places. I'm not the only one that can get tense."

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Blake is too good for him. Crowley knows this, but he tries his best to make sure that Blake is good to himself, too. Sometimes, it feels like he's still waiting for Blake to come home, take a good look at Crowley and realize that he's sleeping with an irredeemable monster. Crowley wants to prolong that as much as he can.

He leans forward to kiss Blake quickly. "You're a hard man to say no to."

And then he starts to move around in the water carefully, half-standing so that they can switch.

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He is damn hard to say no to, so Blake's pleased when Crowley takes his suggestion. Bathtub logistics are less than safe at the best of times, but they somehow manage to make the switch and John settles back against the tub and slots his legs around Crowley.

His fingers begin to knead, fingertips pushing into those familiar muscles. He imagines he could accused or knowing every point on the map of Crowley's skin and he wouldn't be able to deny it. Thankfully no one asks.

"Some day you'll figure it out. Then I'm really screwed," he jokes, clearly amused.

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"It's a bit hard to do something when you're not trying." He relaxes back against Blake and closes his eyes. Really, why would he want to say no to Blake when Blake rarely asked for anything Crowley wasn't ready to give? They both have their boundaries and at this point, they've managed to find each others'. They may not always be on the same page, but they've learned how to get there.

"But if you want to be screwed, we can talk about that late." There a smirk in place, even as he's relaxing and letting the water and the faint scent in the room take over his senses.

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"Mm, you know how I love to talk about things," he says, amusement lacing his tone. He really had gotten better about it, but for the most part they work so well because they know when to push and when to let things go. For the most part it's the most successful relationship Blake's ever had.

He pushes forward far enough to place a chain kisses down Crowley's spine as far as his neck will crane. It's terrible how much he relies on the demon. Bruce would be mortified to think of all the times John's thought about giving up everything just to ensure he stays by Crowley's side.

"Don't look now — 'cause it'd hardly matter — but I think Perdita's come by to visit." He's expecting her to disturb them at any moment, but with such devotion to Crowley, they might have a slight stay of execution here, born of her loyalty.

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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.