Ineffable (Crowley x female OC)

In which Everyone Goes Home

Trigger warnings: Sexual content (not the physical act itself, but very steamy moments leading up to the implied act including erotic language, reference to sex organs (erection), lots of lust and passion). Also brief reference to the concept of rape/sexual assault, very short, nothing specific

"Oh my God, Satan and Somebody!" exclaimed Crowley, leaning forward in the old maroon armchair and smacking his forehead with an open palm. "I really am an idiot!"

"Mmm," agreed Jenna nonchalantly without looking up from her Jane Austen, lying sideways on the nearby bed. They were in her room at Vega's mansion, everything packed, awaiting the last 12 minutes until her Evolution was officially over and they could return to Earth. "Why specifically, though?"

"I haven't even wished you a 'Happy Birthday' yet!" Crowley confessed bitterly, as if he'd committed some terrible atrocity like murder or tax evasion. 

Jenna looked up at him with surprise, set her book down thoughtfully, rolled over onto her back and stared at the top of her canopy with a slight frown. "Wow, I totally forgot it was my birthday," she muttered, then chuckled. "That's so weird..."

"Oh, don't you even! Don't you even!" he hissed so fervently at Jenna it was hard for her not to smile. He then stood up and paced quickly from wall to wall, ringing his hands anxiously. "You'd never forget your birthday, who the hell forgets their own damn birthday?!" he muttered in frustration, glaring at the floor as though it was it's fault. "I know how important it is to you, I'm not stupid--"

"I thought you just said you were an idiot," Jenna mused, sitting up on the bed and watching him. 

"Soon as we get home, we are going to Disneyland!" declared Crowley suddenly, glaring and pointing a long finger at her threateningly. "We are staying for at least a month, one week in each hotel--"

"There's only three hotels," she pointed out. 

"Don't interrupt! Six weeks then," he amended his proposal, walking up to her with an agitated finger still raised. "Two weeks at each--no! Wait, that's stupid, here's what we're gonna do." Crowley grinned demonically and placed his hands on her shoulders, bending down so his eyes were level with hers. Jenna stared back placidly and waited for him to run out of steam. "You, my darling, are going to live as long as you like in the Disneyland park itself!" 

Jenna blinked. "I was not expecting that," she admitted. 

Crowley groaned in exasperation. "In the castle or above the pirate ride, I mean," he explained in a slightly whiny voice, upset she didn't understand right away. "Haven't you always wanted to stay there?"

Jenna blinked again. "Crowley, Disneyland is closed."

Crowley frowned. "What?! Come off it, you're--"

"We're in the middle of a global pandemic, you sweet, sweet, stupid idiot," she explained, smiling gently and placing a hand on his cheek. 

Crowley blinked. "Oh yeah. Covid something."

Jenna nodded patiently. "Yeah. Covid something. 

Crowley removed his hands from her shoulders, straightened up, considered the situation thoughtfully for a few moments and then sat next to her on the bed. "I totally forgot about the pandemic," he admitted incredulously. "That's so weird..."

Jenna giggled. "Maybe now you can understand how, with everything going on, it is perfectly understandable why we forgot that November 21st, in addition to being the day during which I would officially transform into a full supernatural being--and/or be destroyed by our now quite mutual enemies during the process--was also the day I celebrate my birth," she suggested, raising her eyebrows and grinning.