Abaddon/Crowley + Partnership
"So. It's a deal then?"
The redhead looked up from the contract laid out before her, fully satisfied with their negotiated terms. She nodded at Crowley in response and signed her name along the dotted line. Hell would be much stronger now they were working in unison-- now that they had finally reached an agreement.
"You know, Abaddon, I'm just thrilled to be working with you now. I mean, with my brains and your braun, Hell will be better than it has been in years. Wouldn't you agree?"
"Yes, Crowley," Abaddon muttered in reply, and then set the pen down on the desk. "I have a feeling that we'll get on much better now that we know what each other wants. Just don't cross any of my boundaries and I'm sure things'll be peachy."
"Of course, your highness," Crowley teased.
"None of that now, or I'll rescind my agreement," the redhead warned, although there was a playful smirk on her red painted lips that said otherwise.
"You know what it's time for now, hm?" Crowley asked, and then took a step closer to her, snapping his fingers to send the signed contract somewhere safe where nobody else would be able to tamper with it. He smirked down at her, quite smug with himself.
Rolling her eyes, Abaddon stood up and closed the gap between them, until they were face to face, eyes met in some kind of unnecessary power play while she waited for him to speak again. He had such an annoying voice-- but she loved it, couldn't get enough of it, in fact. Which was equally intriguing as irritating. "Well, go on then, old man, don't keep a girl waiting. It's rude."
Before she could say another word, Crowley had his hand at the back of her neck and was pulling her in for a deal-sealing kiss--- extra binding when included with the contract. Although, Abaddon could have sworn he didn't need to make the kiss last quite so long, or quite to passionate. Nevertheless, she kissed him back just as fiercely, 'accidentally' nibbling gently on his lower lip just the once to show him who was the boss here.
As they parted, she arched a perfect brow at him and snickered. "You are an odd one, Crowley. Hmm. I'll see you at the meeting about torture schedules. Pleasure doing business with you, darling," Abaddon purred in velvety tones before disappearing from his office.










