𝕯𝖚𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖌𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖙𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖑𝖚𝖗𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖞, 𝕶𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕶𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖘 - 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖉𝖊 𝖆𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖒𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙, - 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝕾𝖔𝖍𝖔, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌 𝕶𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖍𝖎𝖒. With the intention to counter-act the fear and worry, of an similar attempt occuring on the heretic. Kalliope was more than willing to get away from her annoying siblings. Ever since the incident at Marcel's charity gala, Klaus had been more distant but determind to keep the pair apart. The hybrid had done everything in his ability to ensure they hardly had a moment truly alone. Making his presence known at all times, even when they departed ways for bed.

Disrupting the ritual they'd made of bidding one another 'goodnight,' - a ritual of Kalliope kissing him on the cheek, and Crowley hugging her, burying his nose in the crook of her neck. It had developed on the third night of the demon's stay with the originals at the plantation. A mere six days before Rebekah's arrival. The flame haired demon found himself missing walking the dirty blonde heretic to bed. The feel of her soft lips brushing against his cheek. The feel of her body pressed up against his - in more ways than one. The intoxicating scent of rosemary, oak wood and honey, that somehow always lingered on his clothes and person longer than they should.

As were the memories of how he'd got himself into the sticky situeation. He couldn't get their time together out of his head, nor Kalliope out of his mind - clothed and clothless. He found himself wanting to know more about the heretic, and spend all the time of day and night with her. He knew, of course, that he was growing to like her, the odd tug towards her still remained. Yet, he'd felt terrifed by the possibility of Kalliope and their unborn child being kidnapped by a group of witch extremists. The arguement between brother and sister, may have disrupted their lifestyle, but thankfully, Kalliope wasn't felt at home for a stupid witch to conjure an absurd prophecy of their child, which would lead to them being attacked.

It took eight hours and fifty minutes for Kalliope and Crowley to arrive in London, from New Orleans. Also, another seven minutes to Crowley's flat. So, it was immediately agreed that they'd head straight to bed. He led her to his room, he allowed her to pick which side of the bed she wanted - once she refused to let him sleep on the floor or sofa. He observed the Mikaelson woman with fond eyes. She took the left side of his king sized bed. He gave her an shirt of his, before they changed. He couldn't help but peer over his shoulder, at Kalliope. Admiring how her hair moved, admiring her bare back, - not that he'd realised that Kalliope had shot her own glances over her shoulder, at him.

He smirked slyly, when he thought she wasn't looking, liking how his long sleeved grey shirt hung on her, ending mid-thigh. He gazed at her curiously, when she rounded the bed, stepping in front of him. He raised an eyebrow, opening his lips. However, she took his hand - wordlessly - planting it on her stomach.

"Woah." He breathed, feeling the beginning of a swollen baby bump - she was starting to show, so quickly. He chuckled, making her smirk pridefully. He met her gaze, with a smile, only sparing a long glance at her lips. Kalliope caressened his hand, swiftly stepping away. Crowley didn't move, letting her draw away from him. Watching her, ignoring the pit in his stomach.

They slipped under the covers, silently. He glanced at the Mikaelson, hopeful that his silk sheets met her approval. Kalliope's blue-green eyes met his serpentine ones, the demon found himself falling in them "Thank you."

He blinked, her voice snapping him back to reality, a curious frown formed on his face "For what?"

Kalliope smiled, raising a brow "For taking me with you."

A smile took the demon's lips, his gaze bathed in hers "Well, I couldn't leave you on your own, with a bad tempered Santa Klaus, and a bunch of witch extremists. Now, could I?" He joked. Her eyes fell shut, leting out a laugh. Music to his ears. How he wished to bottle the sound, so he could get drunk on it when she was gone.

Kalliope's eyes snapped open, her blue-green orbs glittered wickedly "Aw, I am touched, honey. But, do recall, I am an original, a heretic." She smirked, seemingly unaware of how she was affecting the serpent - and normally it was him doing the tempting, he wasn't supposed to the one being tempted "I can be killed."

He grinned, beaming 'good,' "Niether can I love." Her smirk seemed to alter, shifting into a happy, Cheshire like smile "I suppose we're stuck with each other."

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Crowley was the first to wake, exhaling a sleepy groan as his eyelids fluttered open. He was met with a beauitful sight. There was a flutter in his chest, warmth scorched his cheeks and his lips fell victem to a smile. The heretic and demon had fell asleep facing each other, both of them laying on their respective chosen sides. Yet, the flame haired demon awoke to find himself entangled with the dirty blonde original. They now laid in the middle of the mattress, filling the void  they'd made the previous night. Kalliope was tucked away in his embrace, his arm lay upon her waist and his limbs were lost with hers. He moved his arm, pushing her stray locks away from her face. Eyes stracing every detail. He blinked. Kalliope sleeped contently, unaware of his watchful gaze.

He exhaled a disappointed sigh, defeatedly, finding himself wanting to stay and simply observe the original. The original whom he still knew so little about, despite the knowladge of her relationship with her dysfunctional siblings. The demon tore his attentive gaze away, slowly slipping out of the bed. Kalliope stirred slightly - making him freeze, holding the bed-cover mid-air, she frowned in her slumber, shifting forward, filling the empty outline he'd left behind. The fluttered returned, a hand tugged on the serpent's heart. He tucked the covers around her, pausing to gaze. Before leaning forward, going to kiss her cheek. Earning a sleepy hum, his lips lingered on her cool skin.

He dressed himself, before leaving a set of clothes for Kalliope. And left her to her slumber. With a snap of his fingers his bags were packed, and piled at the door, ready to be placed in the bentley. He had turned everything in the flat off ; electric, phone and gas - not that he really used it. Only his plants were left - his breath-taking yet terrifed plants. He couldn't take them with him, he was well aware of that. However, he had a sneaking suspicion that he wouldn't be stepping foot in his flat for a long time. He knew that once Klaus took back the Abattoir, it could be expected of him and Kalliope to raise their child in the Mikaelson family home. Yet, he only wanted to raise the child with Kalliope - no matter the place or house that they did. However, he wondered - imagined for a second, in the heat of the moment, a life conisting of the three of them living in his London flat.

"There you are," her voice pulled him back, like a sea nymph luring a mariner to his destruction, he turned his head. He blinked, breath stolen from under him. Kalliope strutted towards him in a pair of his leather jeans, the shirt he'd given her with her converses with all her glory, her brushed, waved curls swinging slightly with her movements - he loved seeing his clothes on her, and he knew it would piss off Klaus, - which was a win-win "I was worried you'd snuck off without me."

He smirked, raising a brow as he tilted his head, his tone teasing yet touched "Are you impiling you missed me, Kalliope?" She shot him a teasing scowl, her lips twitching "Or, did you just not appreciate waking up alone? 'Cause, I didn't. However, I did wake up to a..." he chuckled, tugging on his lower lip playfully "particularly nice sight."

"Aw, did you see something you like?" She queastioned, raising her brows, smirking.

"Yes, I did." He nodded, stepping near to her, closing the distance between them. She tilted her head, to keep his gaze as he lowered his own "I will confess though, I still mourn the loss of waking up to you after-" he caressened her stomach "-we...erm...slept together, repeatedly...throughout..." the duo's faces neared one another, eyes darting to the other's lips "...the night."

"Hm," she bit her lower lip, enjoying the twitch the motion made him do "If you really want to wake beside me naked, so badly." She smirked "Tempt me, serpent."

"Aw," he whined, loving every moment of her teasing "but you're tempting me! You look great by the way," she blinked, dropping her gaze breifly as he took another look at his clothes rapped around her body "especially in my stuff."

"Very gentlemanly of you." She complemented "Leaving a spare set of clothes to borrow."

"Aw," he blew out "only for you love."

"You didn't have to." She let out softly.

"Your right, but," he said lowly "I wanted too." She blinked, smiling. Her gaze flicked to his lips, as did his. He opened his mouth slightly, only to close it. He moved his head forward, tilting it, his lips nearly met hers but her phone rang.

Earning a fustrated huff from both of them, pulling away before she sped from his view. Crowley frowned with wonder, he didn't know she could do that - that she had enhanced speed. He jumped slightly when she appeared in front of him in a split second. Phone in hand. She glowered down at the screen, growling.

"What is it?" He questioned, peering at her device to see 'Klaus' flashing up on the screen "Oh." He drawled.

"Controlling bastard. He has Rebekah and Elijah. Why must he pretend to give a damn about me!" She huffed, looking up to his face. He felt his heart break at the look on her face - her eyes glassy with fustrated tears "Hell, must he pretend to give a damn about any of us! Kol's dead all because of his and Rebekah's stupid obsession with the cure!"

"Hey," he shushed softly, cupping her face, wipping the small tears that had escaped her eyes over her cheeks. He glanced at her phone, eyes locking on the hybrid's name, he glared angrily. He grabbed her free hand, tugging her along with him "Come on."

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Crowley left a very confused Kalliope in the bentley after pulling up on the pavement. Shooting out of the old fashioned car like a bullet out a gun. Crossing the road and heading into a grey coloured building. Only to reappeare with a smug smirk on his face. Kalliope frowned at her phone - which had abruptly fell silent, before frowning at Crowley, watching him "What did you do?"

"Brought down the phonelines, again." He shrugged lightly "It'll give Klaus a hard time trying to reach you, whilst we're over here."

The heretic gapped at him, he'd done that for her. A flutter bounced around her chest. She inhaled, smirking lightly "Aw, so my darling brother's life doesn't get disrupted by bad signal. Too bad." She remarked.

"It would only take a miracle." Crowley smirked, content that she was happier.

"Or a spell."

He chuckled, loving the devious expression she wore "So, how about a spot of lunch?" He quried, they'd slept most of the morning due to jet lag and he knew he only had wine and very little food left in the flat - since he didn't really indulge in eating food, but she and the child would need to "I, mean, the child - you must be hungry." He frowned at the thought that popped in his head, his brows furrowed "What about blood? Do you wanna grab someone off the street, or hit the hospitel?"

Kalliope chuckled, smiling at him "I'm fine, we're fine, for the moment."

"Oh, okay." He nodded "So, um..."

"You mentioned that you'd been to St. James park before, right?" She questioned, causing him to hum "Could we go?"

He gazed at her softly "Ye'h, course."

The drive to St. James' park wasn't overall long, mostly due to Crowley's driving style. The heretic and demon took few turns, walking side by side and eventually linked arms. Talking together. Of the past, growing to know more about one another. Then they departed, he took Kalliope to the Ritz. For dinner, after they wondered through the park and Soho. He watched as she ate, drinking his tea. Yet, the demon couldn't help but wonder did the heretic feel the same he did?