Ineffably Yours

At Least We're Together

TW: some explicit language, lots of fluff, goes in the direction of smut at the end but stops short of describing sexual anatomy or the sexual act itself (although the act is strongly referenced and does occur). Not sure if I should just put "smut" and leave it at that...please share opinions, I'm new to writing erotic/smut as you *may have* noticed

Gentle rain pitter-pattered against the expansive window, unobscured by blackout curtains and open enough to let some crisp, refreshing air in. Jenna thought the sound and cool air would help her fall asleep, but she was wrong. It was 3:46am, and the young Celestern was still too anxious and restless to settle her mind enough to rest. All she could do was lay on her left side under silk black sheets and stare blankly at the slick Mayfair streets below as her mind perseverated on ominous devouring entities, eternal nothingness and her infinitesimal place among countless universes.

The rain abated for a moment, and dark clouds parted enough for a vibrant half-moon to shine directly into what used to be Crowley's but what was now her and the demon's shared bedroom, bathing the dark interior with silvery light. Jenna turned around gingerly to see if Crowley was asleep, and found he wasn't even in bed. How did she not hear or feel him leave?

After a moment of frustration, the sleep-deprived Celestern admitted that between thoughts of impending doom and the return of five dangerous supernatural beings, not to mention her own tendency to block out external stimuli when severely stressed, Crowley could have easily left the room without Jenna noticing despite her advanced Celesternal abilities to sense the presence of those around her.

Sighing, she pulled the thin covers off her long legs, which looked eerily pale in the moonlight, and sat up. Jenna shivered involuntarily when her bare feet touched the freezing hardwood floor (it hadn't felt this cold since February, hence her shorts and T-shirt nightwear and the thin sheets), walked over to the armchair in the corner and put on the plush cobalt robe Crowley got her for Christmas. After slipping on thick homemade mohair socks from her aunt, Jenna exited the ponderous quarters and followed a dim light toward the living room, where Crowley sat in long, thin black cotton pajamas on the edge of the couch, sharp elbows on knees, staring pensively into the illuminated fireplace.

"Hey," she said softly, standing off to the side tentatively. The demon jerked slightly and whipped his head around quickly, but his agitated expression softened when he saw who it was.

"Sorry for bothering you," added Jenna, frowning and analyzing his face with her oceanic eyes. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright."

Crowley shook his head and smiled warmly. "You could never bother me," he said in a low, husky voice, extending a long arm and strong hand toward her. Returning his grin, Jenna relaxed and joined him on the dark blue sofa, kissing his blazing hot cheek and hugging him tightly. Within seconds she was nearly as warm as he, so she slipped off her robe and laid it along the back of the couch. 

"Did I wake you when I got up?" Crowley asked anxiously, rubbing her upper back. Jenna shook her head, then gently guided him sideways so that they could spoon facing the fire. "No, I didn't even notice till now--my crazy head's too occupied with...well, everything."

"You mean you haven't fallen asleep yet?" the demon said after a beat, frowning down at the beautiful female being he was holding securely to his chest. She shook her head, rustling long brown locks illuminated bronze gold by the roaring fire. "No," Jenna repeated nonchalantly, blinking tiredly at the fire and snuggling into his loving embrace. "Just too much to think about--lot going on..."

"Yeah," he exhaled, lowering his head onto a miracled pillow so that he could rest his neck and still stare at the dancing flames with wide, anxious eyes. Jenna nuzzled his hands with her adorable, cold nose and kissed them lightly a few times; in response, the demon relaxed, smiled lovingly down at her and gently moved her long hair aside so he could massage the right side of her head, neck and shoulders with his left hand.