Disclaimer: you know the drill.

He stared at the amazingly perfect creation before him, his mouth watering unconsciously. Somewhere in the recesses of his demonic mind he wondered how and why he’d gotten so lucky. But he didn’t worry for too long; he had more important things at hand.

His lips curved into a smile barely visible in the dark. The candlelight flickering into the serpentine depths of his eyes, his shades perched on the bridge of his nose. The single dancing flame cast a warm glow across his body that highlighted it's lean, athletic contours, having discarded both his shirt and pinstriped suit pants ages ago. He gazed at his most prized possession. For a possessive demon he most certainly was and no one would claim this angel but he. A forked tongue darted out from the corner of his mouth and slid slowly across a pair of red lips, giving them a light sheen.

Soft, luscious and of decidedly angelic nature Crowley gazed at the creation before him with hungry eyes. Unable to resist temptation any longer, he leaned forward, hands trembling slightly in anticipation, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. He closed his eyes to savour the moment when his lips would claim what was rightly his; an angel to call his very own...

Click

“Crowley my dear, why are you eating cake in the dark? And in your underwear no less. Honestly my dear, you’ll catch a cold,” reprimanded a stern voice, drving a dagger into the back of the romantic atmosphere Crowley had painstakingly taken hours to create.

And so the Principality went about the small kitchenette, having the same level of awareness of ambiance as a rock, picking up a discarded, crumpled suit and an empty Sara Lee’s Angel Cake box off the floor, as he perceived was his duty to. The demon sighed and snatched up his pile of cake. He marched across his flat and settled into a pile of bedding on his bed, willing the door locked to prevent any further unwanted interruptions. Principalities, he scoffed as he took the first bite and swooned, What did they know about guilty* pleasures**?

*Although in Crowley’s case it wasn’t so much feeling guilty as deliberately delighting in something he shouldn’t.

**And if you don’t think ingesting an entire Sara lee’s Angel cake by yourself isn’t a guilty pleasure then you obviously have never read the calorie count on the back XD

A/N: I just couldn’t resist :) Cake anyone? R&R and I'll throw in a naked Crowley with the cake ;p