Being a demon, Crowley didn't usually feel cold due to the inherent, residual heat which came as one of the many delights of being a demon (some others being fire-breathing,  a deathly reaction to holy water and a distaste for TV programmes where the swearing is censored out). On this Saturday morning, however, Crowley seemed very cold indeed. 

You and the demon were lying in bed together, spooning. Crowley was taller than you by some extent, so when you spooned together, you could feel his warm breath on your neck which sent tingles down your spine.  His long, elegant legs (elegant not usually being a word used to describe a demon's legs, but his were; incredibly so) intertwined with yours making the position extremely comfortable and his chest was pressed firmly against your back like he was protecting you, holding your body in position away from all the terrors of the night. You had been in that position for several blissful hours, so when you finally stirred at around 9:30am, Crowley was not impressed...

"What are you doing sexy?... he cooed roughly into your ear, gripping on to your arm as he felt you try to slip away unnoticed. He made a kissing sound with his lips into your ear making you squirm around a bit until you had turned to face him. you planted a quick kiss on his nose before murmuring, still half asleep:

"I'm getting up... I need to have a shower and get dressed..." you paused, rubbing your eyes for a moment before finishing your thought, "and i'm not sexy... I just woke up... I probably look like a train wreck." you giggled tiredly, attempting to pull your black duvet up over your face. This, however, only provoked Crowley more. He grasped onto the sheet which you were holding and, with a little demonic flare, wrenched it away from you, exposing the entire top half of your torso to the chilly morning air "Noooo!" you squealed, huddling up closer to him to attempt to stay warm.

"You think you're cold?" he stated, sarcastically, wrapping his arms round you once more "I'm bloody freezing this morning... lets just stay in bed all day"

"no, we can't Crowley..." you demanded, trying to sound authoritative, but when you looked up into the mysterious amber-slit eyes, you caved. Just  a little.

"Fiiine... 5 more minutes. That's it demon."

Crowley's smile doubled and he roared cheekily, pulling the duvet back up over both of you like a demonic cape. You giggled and writhed as his hands slipped around your body with the strength and subtlety of a snake enveloping it's victim. 

"I love you (y/n)"

"I love you too... demon"