Donna tightened her grip once more before she let go of Crowley. He held her at an arms lenght, looking her up and down.
"Are you alright?", he asked worried.
"Yeah", she assured him and whipped away a tear she hadn't realised she'd sheated.
"Just a little bit emotionaly distressed, I guess."
She cracked him a smile that he didn't return. Instead he looked her over once more and then grabbed her by her shoulder.
"Let's get out of her. Hospitals give me the creeps."
He lead her down the hall, his grip on her arm so tight that it started to hurt, but she didn't say anything, because it was him holding onto her so firmly that told her that his nervy manner had nothing to do with being in a hospital.
"What's wrong? Is it about Lucifer? Did you kill him?", she asked with her voice lowered down as they passed other patients.
"They didn't do it", he simply stated and Donna stopped in her tracks, starring at him in disbelieve.
"What?!" A few poeple turned around and watched them at her outcry.
Crowley glared at them before he laid his hand on the small of her back and pushed her onwards.
"They fucked up, okay!", he hissed into her ear as they marched through the corridors. "This earthquake, all those natural catastrophes around the world, their all just symptoms of what is about to come. Now that Lucifer's got his vessel he will fight against Michael and that will lead to an MCA extravaganza!"
He gave her a tight-lipped smile and finally Donna could map out all the emotions in his face. He wasn't just nervous, but angry, afraid and frustrted all at once.
"So, what will we do now?"
"What every intelligent creature would do in this situation. We get drunk!"
She gaped at him perplexed and felt her own stomach drop at his hopeless answer.
"Yeah, but where are we going?", she asked frantically trying to squeeze something positive out of him.
They bursted through a door that lead to the staircase. Crowley looked the steps up and down making sure that they were alone.
"I have a refuge for cases like this. We'll hide there and then we'll wait."
The words echoed through the silence of the chilly hallway. His voice was hard and his eyes were narrowed to small slots, missing usual wicked glint.
Donna ran her finger through her hair musing it up. She fidget from one leg to the other as Crowley waited for her to say something.
"You try to run away from the apocalypse?", she asked more out of lack of anything else to say.
He threw his hands up in a mixture of anger and desperation.
"Well, are you coming or not?", he demanded, shouting so loud by now that the whole hospital must have heard him.
"Of course, dumbo!", she shouted back and graped the lapels of his jacket.
Without another word he took hold of her and the now familiar feeling of being shoved through the air came back to her. Except that this time it was so much worse. The pressure on her body was so much higher and the direction of their flight changed in such a fury that her head hurt and her stomach turned over.
She wanted to scream at the demon to go slower but all the air was squeezed out of her lungs and as she tried to fill them the thick smoke that surrounded her like a dark cloak just made her cough spasmodically. It only lasted a few seconds but it felt like an eternity for her.
As soon as the grey fog around her thined out she broke away from Crowley and bend over.
With a strangled sound she emptied her stomach behind the closest bush.
Crowley stepped up behind her and reluctantly laid a hand upon her still tremoring back. Donna could tell that he wasn't used to comforting people like this by his uncertain way of rubbing her shoulders while she had to hold back her hair by herself.
She heaved once again but nothing more came out and she tried to calm herself by closing her eyes and getting control over her breathing that still came in pants.
As her head stopped spinning at last she spit out once more before she stood up and sweeped the back off her hand across her mouth. The vomit had left a stinging taste in her mouth that still had her stomach churning when she concentrated on it to much.
"Don't worry, it happens", Crowley affirmed her, making her look up into his constricted face.
"It's the stress."
Donnas body quivered and she took a deep breath through her nose before she released all of her rage in a punch against his arm as hard as her weakend body could muster.
"Ouch!", he screamed as he rubbed his shoulder, more out of perplexion then real pain.
"What was that for?!"
"That was for making me sick with your unjustifiable way of traveling!", she yelled at him. "If you show the same attitude when you're driving, I'd bet you died in a car accident!"
Crowley just rolled is eyes at that and crossed his arms over his chest.
"If you're done here, we could finally go inside."
At his words she glanced around their surroundings at last and looked up at the small lodge they were standing infront of.
It was a sequestered cottage circled by a huge conifer forest. The smell of pine hung thick in the air and even covered up the stench of puke. Complete silence lay over the place, only disturbed by a bird singing in the distance. The lodge looked as if it hasn't been occupied in a long time. The windows had a layer of dust on them and branches and leaves were covering the front porch.
Crowley walked up the steps as he rummaged through his pockets and pulled out an immense great bunch of keys.
"I haven't been here in a while", he explained for her as he tried to find the right key to fit in the lock.
"This isn't one of my most secrets retreats. Thought some demons could come by looking for me after I told the Winchesters to shot Lucifer, but at the moment they should be way to enganged in dancing the happy dance now that their daddy's back in town."
Eventually he unlocked the door and holded it open for Donna to enter.
Hesitantly she went inside, her steps becoming more certain as her eyes adjusted to the sudden gloominess. Crowley followed close behind her and they both froze as they saw the interior of the lodge.
"Seems like I was right", he stated as he looked around the devastated room.
Furniture was knocked over, shelves were whipped off, their contents scattered over the ground, some cushions were ripped apart and their feathers danced lazily through the air.
Crowley went further inside, swiftly moving between the chaos and observing the damage.
Two fingers grazing along the desk close to the emptied shelves, he came up with some yellow substance. He hold his fingertips up to his nose and sniffed.
"Yep, demons."
Donna stepped closer and took hold of his hand to observe the pasty substance, then smelled it the same way Crowley just did. The acrid smell of sulfur hit her nostrils and she jerked her head back and cringed her nose.
It was nothing like Crowleys pleasent scent that reminded her of a match being lighted, it was much sharper with a hint of rotten eggs in it.
For a short moment she thought she'd get sick again but got control over herself with some deep breaths.
Not remarking on her discomfort, Crowley bent down and pulled an old looking book out of a pile of his shattered belongings.
"Those philistines!", he muttered angrily.
"What is it?" Donna leaned over and he handed her the tattered book.
Reading the worn leather binding she realized that it was an original copy of Shakespeares third folio.
"Nearly as old as I am", he told her as she thumbed through the yellow pages, the smell of old paper overwhelming her.
"Already got it when I was still human. It was dirt cheap, Shakespeare wasn't really popular back then."
"How old are you again?", she asked him baffled.
Instead of answering her he gave her a conspiring grin and went through a passage to their right that seemed to lead to the kitchen.
Donna layied the book carefuly to the side and scanned the room for other items that could give her more hints about Crowleys past, as the large windows facing the back of the lodge caught her eyes.
Enamoured by the sight she crossed the room and stepped outside onto the terrace. She leaned against the railing and looked down the hill where a huge lake lay still between snow covered mountains. The water was so calm and clear that the surfaces looked like an oversized mirror reflecting the sky above.
She was so blown away by the view that she couldn't help herself but to cry out loud.
As Crowley heard Donna's ringing laughter he followed her outside.
"I take it you like it here", he chuckled as he stood next to her and offered her a glass of water to rinse her mouth.
"Like it? I love it!", she declared as she leaned closer to him. This is amazing! That's the kind of place I was thinking about when decided to travel the world.
Crowley felt proud as he saw the overwhelmed grin on her face and her eyes shining with pure happiness.
"Well then I'm glad I chose this place for-"
Before he could take it back the sentence hang in the air between them, accompanied by a silent 'for our last day on earth'.
Donna's smile faltered and she let her glance wander back to the glistening water.
Crowley leaned agains the railing next to her, trying to think of something encouraging to say, but before he could speak up a loud yawn from Danna disrupted him.
With a vaguely smile he watched from the side how she fought to keep her eyes open.
"You need some rest", he said eventually.
"No." She let her head drop onto her crossed arms then looked back up to him. "I couldn't sleep now anyway."
"It was a hard day, you just survived an earthquake. I bet you'll sleep like an overstrained puppy."
She smirked at him, then rinsed her mouth with the water he had given to her.
"Come on, you can take a nap while I organize us something for dinner. What would you like?"
Donna dwelled on that for a moment, thinking about all the things she ever craved during her ever present try at a diet. It was the end of the world after all, why not enjoy herself a little
"Pizza quattro formaggi!", she bursted out with a fake italian accent. "With a cheese crust and double cheese on the toppings."
"There already are four kinds of cheese in quattro fromaggi", he informed her slightly perplexed.
"I know."
She gave him a challenging look that dared him to question her choice of food.
"Well then", he surrendered as he took the empty glass out of her hand. "You get some rest, I'll get the food."
Donna woke up to the clatter of dishes. Crowley was probably setting up the table for dinner but she was reluctant to leave the bed.
Before he had gone to get something to eat he had helped her to change the dusted sheets and now she was enjoying the unique comfort of a fresh made bed. Still she resigned insantly as the smell of fresh Pizza hit her nose and made her stomach rumble.
She got dressed and after a look in the mirror, trying to readjust her dishevelled hair, she went into the main room.
The room still was a mess except for the sitting area. Crowley had whipped the clobber from the sofa into the next corner and the small table infront of it was clean and casted with plates and pizza boxes.
Through the window Donna could see the sun standing low over the snow-covered summits, the mountains throwing large shadows over the scenery.
A soft plop came from the kitchen and a moment later Crowley came through the door with an open bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other.
"Ah, sleeping beauty awakened", he said as he set down the glasses with a gentle clink.
"Doesn't take a prince to wake me", she quiped. "Just the smell of pizza."
They sat on the sofa and started eating, Crowley wrinkling his forhead as Donna took her first bite out of the artery blockading pizza and let out a long drawn moan. Her taste buds exploded as she chewed on the melted cheese and she asked herself why she ever thought any diet would be worth quiting on this deliciousness.
The red wine ran smoothly down their throats and soon had their tounges loosened.
Donna was surprised to hear that Crowley was actualy from Scotland and told some anecdotes about her hometown as well, about her excentrical grandfather in particular.
Crowley would have been even more curious about her life with the infamous Doctor but he knew that he could never ask her about that part of her life, not without blowing up her harddrive.
"I've gotta ask", Donna began as the pizza boxes had been emptied and they both were lounging more comfortable on the couch.
With her legs drawn beneath her and one arm jovialy lying on the backrest she faced Crowley.
"Why would the King of the crossroads spend his last night on earth with a girl he'd just meet a month prior? A temp from Chiswick. Aren't there any demon friends you could have some kind of satanic orgie with or something? What about those guys you tried to kill Lucifer with?"
"The problem with demons is you can't trust 'em", he answered without a second thought.
"And the Winchesters, they don't trust me neither."
"You're telling me I should'nt trust you?"
"No, I'm absolutely trustworthy!", he cried out resentfull.
"But I still don't know why I'm here. You could sacrifice me in a dark ritual any moment. He sneered as she rattled on. I mean, come on! A lonely cabin in the woods? Perfect scenery for a murder."
He scrutinized her from a moment while he thought about what to say to that question. Having the answer laid out in his head he leaned closer.
"You're here because I wanted the company of someone intelligent and delightfull and it's quite hard to find that in hell. If you do it's mostly a mass murderer with delusions of grandeur who keeps talking about his genocide back in the good old days."
"You're saying you find Hitler funny?", she asked with a slightly disgusted edge to her voice.
"No, that one's aggrieving, but Stalin knows some good jokes."
"Yeah, I can see you share stories over your after-work beer."
"Actually we were playing poker and Machado brought some cigars."
"Stop making fun of me!" She hit him lightly on his chest.
"I am not!", he assured her grinning. "They were my clients, it was some kind of business meeting."
"Ah, yes, your business!", she said with a knowing nod of her head as Crowley emptied his glass with one big gulp and then leaned over to place it on the table.
Donna had long before stopped drinking, enjoying the soft buzz in her head, but Crowley seemed to be unfazed by the alcohol.
"How exactly did you end up in that industry?"
"I just got drawn in after selling my soul to a crossroad demon", he stated indifferently.
"You did not!", she exclaimed flabbergasted, her mouth opened wide in an O-shape.
"What did you sell it for?", she probed as she shifted closer.
Crowley lowered his voice conspirationaly and a wicked grin spread on his face.
"Three inches."
Donna furrowed her eyebrows in confusion until a second later understanding dawned on her face. She laughed out loud, her white teeth standing in contrast to her by the wine reddened lips.
"Why didn't you just buy a Porsche like every other man in that situation? Or in your days an imposing horse, I suppose."
Crowley shook his head snickering. Donna layied her hand on his arm and squinted her eyes.
"Seriously, why did you sell your soul?"
"You don't believe that I did for my manhood?"
"Come on", she said rolling her eyes. "I know you're an idiot but I don't think you'd be that stupid."
Crowley huffed before a gentle smile smoothened his features. Mesmerized by the warm glint in his eyes, Donna didn't notice his hand sneaking around her neck and was a little startled when he suddenly pulled her into a soft kiss.
After a long outdrawn moment she pulled back and opened her eyes, wondering shortly when she had closed them.
She could hear her heart hammer in her chest and the blood throbing through her veins. Smiling to herself, she looked up at him and squinted her eyes.
"You're changing the topic now, I can see right through you."
"Oh, I didn't reckon you'd rather talk", he said as he leaned back with raised eyebrows.
"Well, do you know that X-Files episode whit the genie? There's this scene where Mulder interrogates her-"
"Oh, shut up!", she breathed as she took hold of his suit lapels and pulled him into another kiss, this one more urgent then the first.
Crowley kneaded his fingers in her soft hair and pulled her even closer.
Through the layers of his suit she could feel his heart racing and it made her more confident to know that he was as nervous as she was.
She let her hands wander until they rested around his neck and deepened the kiss. He let out a surprised moan before he responded to her demanding tounge. The slide of his tounge across hers felt warm and soft, and she was a slightly disappointed as he pulled back to leave kisses along her collarbone.
The feeling vanished fast as his teeth grazed across her skin, tickling her somewhat. As he reached her neck he stared to suck and bite in earnest and Donna threw her head back in pleasure, making more room for him until suddenly her eyes opened wide in comprehension.
"Would you mind?", she asked out of breath as she cautiously tapped his back.
He stopped the sucking just to burry his face into her shoulder and take a deep breath. He could have burried himself in that sweet scent of vanilla and peaches.
"What?" His voice was husky and even lower as usual.
"I'd prefer not to look like an exploited promdate tomorrow morning."
Crowley leaned back and looked at her with a frown upon his face.
"I hate to break it to you, sunshine, but it's the Apocalypse, there probably is no tomorrow morning."
"The more so! I can't step infront of my maker with a bunch of hikeys", she insisted, not wanting to drop her stance, not even while facing the end of the world.
Crowley rolled his eyes but as he looked back at Donna a mischievious grin had plastered across his face. He let his hands, that where still burried in her ginger hair, drop down to her blouse and started unbuttoning it with skilfull fingers.
The air felt cool to her exposed flesh and she could feel the tingle of forming goosebumps on her skin. A puff of air escaped her lungs as he leaned down and continuied his sweet assault on her body.
"Better", she huffed out between gasps. "So. Much. Better."
She leaned back on the sofa with her arms around Crowley, taking him down with her. He sattled between her legs, not once stopping to kiss and nip at her breasts.
Getting impatient, Donna pulled at his jacket. Being taken off guard, he lost his balance and only his quick reflexes safed him from falling to the floor, as he stadied himself against the coffeetable.
Donna looked at him sheepishly as he turned back to her.
"I think we should continue this somewhere else."
"Finally one thing we agree on."
He got up and reached his hand out for her to take. With a smile she accepted it and let herself be pulled from the sofa. His palms felt rough as she enterwined their fingers.
Not letting go of her hand, he lead her along into the bedroom, while their shoulders bumped against each other.
They stopped infront of the bed, Crowley turning towards her and taking her face into his hands. He pulled her into a gentle kiss that had her eyes flutter close.
It soon turned into something more keenly, while his hands trailed down her neck and pushed her blouse off her shoulders. It fell with a soft thud to the ground, swiftly followed by her bra and his suit jacket.
Donna's fingers grazed along the soft fabric of his shirt, unbuttoning it as he waved her hands away and pushed her down onto the bed.
Irritated she looked up at him but her incredulity vanished the moment Crowley leaned down and licked across one of her nipples before tacking the rosen bud into his mouth.
Donna moaned appreciatively as his hands and mouth caressed her skin and marked her body. The change between his tender strokes and stinning bites were a delicious torture for her.
His fingertips grazed down her sides, leaving a trail of burning hot skin behind. He reached her jeans and with one smooth movement he had them unzipped.
He dropped on more kiss to her belly button before he stood up and pulled her jeans with him.
Donna couldn't help the lighthearted giggle as Crowley lifted first one foot and then the other to remove her socks.
Keeping hold of her leg, he kissed the tip of her big toe and then moved on to her ankle. He kissed a trail along the inside of her leg, sometimes scraping his scruff across the sensitive skin and tingling her on purpose.
Her soft pants resounded in the quiet room. Donna purred and fisted the sheets in anticipation as he came closer to her middle.
A loud whine from a corner of the bedroom suddenly startled her and she nearly clenched Crowley's head between her legs as she jumped up.
Chuckling he pushed her back on the matress and crawled on top of her while her eyes remained to gaze into the direction of that strange sound.
"Relax", he muttered as he grazed his nose along her blushed cheek. It's just the hound.
"Your dog is watching us?", she asked with a high-pitched voice and her body turning even more rigid then before.
Crowley let his head drop to her shoulder.
"Do you want him to leave?", he mumbled against her skin.
"No, I want him to join us!", she answered, the words dripping with sarcasm.
He pulled back to look into her eyes and raise a smug eyebrow at her, that earned him an immidiate slap on the back of his head.
With an exaggerated sigh he turned towards the hell hound. He gave a sharp whistle and a nod of his head and then Donna could hear the sound of claws scratching across the floor, followed by the squeak of the door being pushed open.
"Satisfied?"
"Not yet", she whispered and gave him a roguish wink as she started to unbutton his shirt.
Soon enough the last piece of clothes droped to the floor and they both moaned in unision.
Crowley had set a slow rythm that had Donna arching her back, silently begging for more, while their mouths were occupied kissing each other until their lungs were out of air and their heads started spinning.
The room reeked of sex and sweat, and was filled with their combined moaning.
Donna let out a gasp and threw her head back as Crowley found that special spot inside of her. With a smug grin he started to aim for it with his agonizing slow rythm that drove her crazy and had her clenching her nails into his back.
She tried to take a few deep breaths as one of his hands ran down her legs and lifted it around his hips.
An ounce of air reached her brain and cleared the fog of lust and pleasure that had hung over her mind and the thought of being completely handeled striked through her head like a lightning bolt.
Her breaths still coming out in pants she looked up at Crowleys complacent smile and inside grew suddenly the urge to whipe it of his face. She'd be perfectly happy to be owned by this men, she thought. But no one would ever control her.
She buried her fingers in his hair and pulled his head down to kiss him with a new arisen fevour. With him being distracted she took her opportunity to roll them both over.
Pleased with the new position she settled herself down on him and started another rythm that was faster and more demanding then the one Crowley had set.
It didn't take long and they both were panting with pleasure.
Crowley pulled her down into a fervent kiss. Their bodies were pressed together and moving as one, their skin slick with sweat.
He laid his hands on the soft curve of her hips and eargerly helped her moving until waves of ecstasy rocked through their bodies and they both reached their climax.
Donna droped heavily next to Crowley, her whole body limp with exhaustion.
They breathed heavily and both took their time to come down from their high.
"Not bad for your age", was the first thing Donna said as soon as her breath was back to normal.
A soft chuckle shook Crowleys body and he turned over and pulled Donna into his arms. His wiry chesthair felt scratchy against her oversensitiv breasts, but she didn't mind. Even though she probably wouldn't admit it, it felt nice to be held in this way and his warm presence gave her a sense of safety.
"I'm to blissed out to take offense in that", he mumbled and pulled the blanket over them.
He burried his face in her neck and with one last kiss to her throat they fell asleep.
A cool shiver run down Crowleys spine and woke him from his slumber. The bed felt cold and empty and he turned around to find that Donna wasn't there anymore. A knot formed in his vessels heart and Crowley scolded himself to keep himself together.
She surely just had to go to the loo, you know the human needs, you're no friggin angel.
He waited for ten minutes in the darkness and strained his ears as his eyes got used to the gloom. His own breathing was the only sound he could hear and that puzzled him. Not even the hellhound was making any noise by strolling through the cabin.
He got up and pulled the blanket around his shoulder, muttering about how he used to be the one to take off in the middle of the night.
He walked into the main room and took a look around. The wooden floor felt cold to his bare feet.
As he turned to the large windows he could make out a familiar silouette sitting in one of the chairs on the terrace.
His eyes were adjusted enough to find a way through the chaos in the room without stubbing his toe against a table or anything and so he walked silently up to the glass door leading outside.
Close up he could recognize her now more clearly. Donna sat in one of the rattan armchairs, her legs folded underneath herself and the head of the hound resting in her lap. He waged his tail as Donna ruffled behind his ears, lost in thought.
She was wearing nothing but Crowleys shirt, only a few buttons fastened carelesly and the sight made his cock twitch.
But it wasn't the time to think about sex, not when the look on Donna's face was so troubled as she looked up into the stars.
Crowley pressed his palm against the cool glass and the door opened with a soft creak.
Yanked away from her thoughts Donna threw her head around, while the dog kept completely calm.
"Oh, it's you", she huffed as he stepped out into the nightair.
The breeze was freezing and he wondered how she could sit so long in this cold.
Pulling the blanket closer around his shivering body he stepped up to her.
"You know this is a killermaschine", he asked with false accuse as he pointed towards the hound. "And that I only own him to scare people?"
"No wonder he's so eager to cuddle if you don't pat him once in a while."
Her voice carried her usual sarcastic manner, but her face lacked a smile.
With a sigh Crowley set down in the chair next to her.
He observed her profile as she studied the stars again, the tiny lights shining brightly in the natural darkness of the mountain area.
The wrinkle between her brows was alarmingly deep and he wished he had brought something to drink. Conversations like the following were never his favourite and he could use the little bit extra courage.
He cleared his throat loudly to get her attention.
"So, what's bothering you?"
She let out a sigh before she answered and he could see her breasts move with the deep breath.
"I just can't stop thinking about my family. I wonder if they know that this is the end of the world and did something nice for their last night or if they just drank tea, watched some TV and went to bed early. Maybe my grandfather sits outside right now and watches the stars."
Her voice broke at the last words and the tear in the corner of her eye that impended to fall kept him from telling her that the sun has long ago risen in Great Britain.
Instead he leaned over and laid his hand over hers. It already felt ice cold and if he wouldn't know that they're all going to be dead in a few hours he'd be worried about her health.
"You'll see them again", he tried to cheer her up and indeed her lips curved into a weak smile.
"Yeah", she considered. "I just slept with a demon and my mother is going to hell anyway. We'll just met up down there."
Keeping hold of her hand Crowley stood up.
"Come on, let's go inside. It's freezing out here."
Donna let herself being pulled up without complaining and he led her back into the bedroom, the hellhoud following them close by.
They snuggled under the covers and Crowley threw his arm around Donnas waist. The hellhound jumped on the bed with them, but no one told him to back off as he lied down at the end of the bed and covered their feet. Feeling warm and comfy they fell asleep without another thought about what tomorrow might bring.