She didn't have anything left to lose at this point. She didn't care. She didn't care what was going to happen to her when he finally decided to take her up on the "whatever you want". Right now she needed not to think. She needed to stop hearing Castiel's ranting. He just kept ranting. She almost wished he'd drink himself into a stupor just so that she didn't have to hear him anymore... although she could sense that drinking anymore right now would get him alcohol poisoning. And she didn't want to. She didn't want to be able to feel Cas right now.
Crowley's mouth was on hers and her fingers flexed against his chest. She breathed in through her nose, letting her body slide down to the mattress again, but pulling him with her this time. She wiggled beneath him, fingers grasping, mouth desperate. She needed more. More touching, more kissing, more distraction. "More, Crowley... more..."