Ineffable (Crowley x female OC)

In which Jenna and Crowley Date

Jenna stood nervously in front of the full-length mirror in her bathroom, fidgeting with the shoulder straps and rather short hemline of her new black dress.

Tonight was her first date with Crowley, him having formally asked her out after she finished gabbing about their new relationship to Aziraphale. As she wasn't able to leave the house (if anyone even opened the front door or a window in the demon's spacious flat, the Concealment Aura would weaken and expose her temporarily human scent to nefarious outside forces), Jenna had no idea what Crowley had planned.

While she enjoyed fantasizing about their date over the next day and a half, at the moment its itinerary was the last thing on her excited but frazzled mind.

"Okay," Jenna said to her reflection after taking a deep breath. "You got this. You've been on, well, one date before--" she cringed a bit as she noted this, "--which means you know what to expect. Sort of. Just dinner, movie, whatever, with a guy. Well, technically a hot, sexy, British, supercool demon, but guy-presenting nonetheless. A male-shaped being with whom you've had over 15 dinners and watched several awful films. You can do this."

Jenna smiled confidently at herself, smoothed her dress once more and exited her bathroom, turning off the light. Her purple bedroom curtains were drawn, but she could still glimpse the darkened street and park outside as she slid her feet into red heels. She then sat nervously on the edge of her armchair and tried not to hyperventilate.

About two minutes later, precisely at 7 PM, Jenna heard a light knock at her door. Grinning as butterflies filled her stomach, she quickly walked to the door, trying not to fidget with her dress as she did so.

When Jenna opened the door, she saw a very handsome, debonair Crowley standing nervously and holding a huge bouquet of brilliant red roses. He wore a white color shirt, black slacks and matching jacket, shiny dress shoes and a stunned expression as he took in her appearance.

"Hi," said Jenna, smiling nervously.

"Oh yeah, uh, h-hi," Crowley stammered, his eyes like saucers as he gazed at her long hair swept up into a bun, silky black dress that accentuated her generous curves and sexy red heels, not to mention the elegant necklace whose large emerald rested dangerously close to her cleavage. "You look.....wow. I mean you always look fantastic, just tonight it's.....wow."

Jenna giggled and smiled very prettily, revealing a rare glimpse of her perfect little white teeth. "Thanks, you're sweet. You look 'wow' too," she added, gesturing at the demon's uncharacteristically neat appearance.

Crowley shook his head, staring intensely into her eyes as he replied in a low, serious voice, "Not compared to you."

Jenna blushed a deep magenta and looked away, surprised at the pleasant tingling his words inspired in her most sensitive areas.

Crowley, worrying he had overstepped a boundary and mentally flaying himself for it, cleared his throat and changed the subject. "Sorry, uh, these are for you," he said nervously, offering the flowers to Jenna, who smiled widely and gratefully accepted them.

"Oh my gosh, they're gorgeous!" she gushed, deeply inhaling one of the bud's heady, luscious scent. "Thank you so much, I love roses!"

"I'm glad you like them," replied Crowley, grinning affectionately as she fawned over the bouquet. He wanted to add that he knew she loved roses, red in particular, and how he was so honored and excited to be the first person to give them to her romantically, but didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable (plus, he was chicken).

"I love them," Jenna corrected him, smiling so sweetly into the demon's slightly anxious face. "Thank you, Crowley."

"My pleasure," he said softly, then turned around and offered his arm to her. "Shall we, my lady?"