My knowledge about sex comes from fanfiction and is used for fanfiction, therefore I'm not sorry if this doesn't turn you on. What the fuck am I writing here? I'm gonna shut up now... but if you're good at writing this stuff, I'd like to...you know...read some royal smut *wink*
Donna took a deep breath and counted slowly to ten.
She sat on the kitchen table and tried to drink her tea in peace but her mother wouldn't stop pacing behind her and chewing her ear off about how she shouldn't stay in the house all day and that some socialising would be good for her. But the redhead didn't want to go out, especially not with her mother and her bridge club. It was much more tempting to stay at home and mope over life.
It was true that Donna had spend the last weeks at home doing nothing but pittying herself, but it wasn't anyones place to tell her to go and take a shower or get dressed properly instead of wearing the same sweatpants and shirt for the third day in a row. She felt comfortable in the grimy clothes and wore them like a protective layer, not daring to shed them.
The universe seemed to take mercy on her for once as the doorbell rang and her mother finally stopped her constant babble to open it.
She let out a stream of air as she was finally alone in the room and sipped her tea.
Voices streamed from the hall into the kitchen and Donna let a weak smile grace her face as she could hear her mother telling some poor door-to-door salesman in her unique way that he should get lost.
"Donna!"
The familiarity in which her name was shouted had her jump of her chair immediately.
"Tell your mother to back off or I'll stab her!"
Within seconds Donna was at the door. Her mother was blocking the way, standing in full height with her hands on her hips.
"Who do you think you are? I'm not gonna take a threat in my own house!"
Behind the furious woman Donna could see Crowley, his face a deep shade of red as he unsuccesfully tried to suppress his anger.
"Didn't you want to meet your bridge club?", Donna told her mother firmly.
The older woman glared at her daughter angrily for moment, then grabbed her keyes off the key rack.
"Great, don't tell me. That old witch doesn't need to know anything! I'm not gona disturb you and your unknown visitor any longer."
"Just go!", Donna screamed s she lost her self-control.
With a huff Sylfia pushed past the strange man and got into her car.
"The Noble-women really are something", he said with a snarl as he watched her drove off.
"Something really special", he added chalant as he looked back at the challenging expression at Donna's face.
"Now, who the hell do you think you are?!", she asked him furiously and Crowley was taken aback by the woman's rage.
"I called you over and over again and you never answered your damn phone!"
The blank astonishment that had him stare at her stupidly, finally lifted off as he tried to defend himself.
"I told you I'd be busy for a while."
"You told me to call you. I left you hundreds of messages and you couldn't even take a minute to leave me a note that you're ok and that we're ok and - did your TV broke or do you just like to peep on people's private lives?"
Crowley looked back over his shoulder to follow Donna's view right in time to see an old lady with the ugliest tiny dog he ever saw hurry further down the road, while she threw some disgruntled glances towards the pair.
Before he could yell after her she should walk faster because the reaper's close on her heels, Donna had grabbed him by his arm and pulled him inside. With a loud bang she shut the door and then aimed her anger back at him.
"I hear nothing from you for weeks and now you just swan in here. Is there actually a moment in your life you don't just think about yourself?"
"Listen, angry bird, you knew about my current engagement. What, did you believe one could conquer hell in one day?", Crowley spat back.
He already had enough of Donna's sudden accusations and he sure as hell wasn't here to fight with her, but he wouldn't just stand there and take her bitching either. His fists balled at his sides as she walked close up to him, her red face just mere millimeters away from his.
"Every time we met, you just swagger off and leave me behind, wondering when you come back, if you come back. I'm bloody sick of it! You can take your bloody number and shove it up your arse, no ones answering that bloody phone anyway."
To loaded for bear to look at him any longer, she turned around and stalked off into the living room.
"But I came back and I'm really starting to regret it", Crowley retored as he followed her.
"You think I enjoied my time down there? That I had a little vacation? I was fighting over hell! I was on a killing spree from here to Norway and a cesspool full of wanna-be dictators tried to kill me because they think that I'm not the right demon to run the show. And when I want just a moment of peace and quiet, just a few hours to relax with a person whom I trust, I come here and get snapped at because between my conspiracies with people who'd stab me in the back if they'd just have the opportunity and being nearly assassinated by my rivals I didn't answer the goddamn phone!"
He stopped his shouted ranting to take a gulp of air and realized that he was panting. Donna turned around in a fury and one look at her showed him that she was in the same state. She was breathing heavy, her breasts rising and falling with every gulb of air. Her cheeks were reddened in a vivid colour and her whole body glowed with anger-fueled energy.
"Oh, I'm sorry that in a moment of distress you don't get the comfort you seeked." She let out a huff. "Welcome to my world!"
Crowley's whole body shook with the rage that pulsed through him. His fingers itched to just grab the irritating woman, to get a good hold on her throat and squeeze out all the accusations until only the coy and charismatic person he had took a liking to was left. His body was on auto-pilot as he closed the distance between them. In the back of his head he could hear the small voice he had thought he'd turned off years ago, admonishing him not to hurt her.
Close up he could see her hardened eyes glistening with unshed tears. They widened in shock and a surprised gasp left her mouth as the demon's hand shot forward to take a hold on her neck and in a swift motion pulled her towards his lips.
Donna was frozen in place until her brain finally caught up with the man's actions. From then on the kiss was all tongue and teeth. As they finally parted to grant their burning lungs some air, they still stayed close together, their noses touching and their breaths mingling.
"Oh, I hate you", she grumbled before she latched on to his jacket's lapels and brought their mouths back together.
Her teeth grazed his lower lip and in a streak of aggression she bit down. Startled by the sudden pain, Crowley was about to pull away, but paused as he felt his partner's warm tongue reach out and soothing the sharp sting with gentle strokes. Spurned on by her harsh approach, he sucked on her tongue and let his hands drop to her shoulders, to shove her against the neirest wall.
He grinned complacent as her back hit the wall a little harder than necessary and had the air break out of her lungs in a low huff.
He pressed his body against hers as the continued their kissing feverishly and she could fell his already fully hardened erection rub against her thigh. She pushed back to increase the pressure and was regarded with a deep mewl.
"Off!", she demanded breathlessly, as she pushed Crowleys jacket down his shoulders.
His hands left her body long enough to get rid of the garment and were back immediately to caress her glorious breasts before it even hit the ground.
He traced his lips down her throat, while she eagerly tugged at his tie to loosen it. As it was finally off, she let it drop to the floor unceremoniously and started right off to undo the buttons of his shirt.
Loosening those was a much more challenging task, for her fingers stiffened and her hands clinged to the fabric every time Crowley nipped at the senstiv skin at her neck.
Impatiently she yanked the last bit apart, sending a few buttons flying to the side and falling with a soft sound to the ground.
She let her hands wander over the newly exposed skin, before she gave Crowley a firm shove and extended her space between him and the wall.
He blinked at her in confusion, perplexed at the sudden rejection, but she just gave him a superior smirk and winked at him, then pulled her sweatshirt over her head.
Crowley gulped as he realized that she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Stripped to the waist she stood infront of him, provoking and determined, and it hit him in that moment that this is how the most important woman of the universe looks like. Facing her opponents with strong self-confidence even when all her guards are down.
And right now her challenging glare was focused on him.
It was the greatest boost to his ego since he became king of the crossroad demons and he wanted to prove to her, and more importantly himself, that he was worth the attention.
He trapped her again between the wall and himself, pressing their naked upper bodies together.
His tongue pressed past her lips and gave her the sweet distractive feeling of soft caressing, as he slipped one hand underneath ther waist band of her sweat pants.
Donna moaned into his mouth at the first stroke. She was torn between the sensations, the cold concrete wall against her back and the hot body pressed against her front. The wiry hair upon his chest tickled her sensitiv nipples and the buds hardened at the mixed feeling of soft and scratchy.
She let her head fall to his shoulder as her body shuddered under his caressing, but even as he slid two fingers inside of her, her adrenaline filled veins screamed at her to demand more more. She had waited long enough to feel his skin against her own again, and if she was honest, the deppendence potention scarred her a little after just one shared night, just to be teased right now.
"If you don't hurry up, I swear I'm gonna throw a fist", she mumbled into his shoulder.
Her breath hitched as he let his thumb press against her clit in rythm to his hand's movements.
"Would you stop bossing me arround", he replied through gritted teeth before his lips lashed back at her skin.
"Crowley!" She stretched his name, suggesting an underlined warning, and the hands around his arms increased the strength of their grip.
In one swift motion he had his hand out of her pants and pushed them down her hips. She stepped out of them and he took hold of her tights. In a sudden move, he pulled them up around his hips, while he took a step forward to support her weight against the wall.
Donna shrieked out in surprise as she was lifted without a warning and her back was once again forcefully pushed back against the wall.
It would be black and blue tomorrow, but right at the moment she couldn't care less.
Crolwley had his lips pressed to her ear, kissing the shell.
"You are infuriating", he growled and she had to suppress a groan at the gravel sound of his voice.
She guided one hand from his back down his front until she reached his waistband and loosened the button skillfully with one hand. It was a bit more difficult for her to pull down the zipper between their tightly pressed together hips, but it didn't take long and she had freed Crowley's erection.
She had to keep herself from chuckling at the sight of Crowley's eyes rolling back into hs had as she took hold of his throbbing member and guided him inside of her, but any laugh in her throat was cut off as he starded moving and all sounds she could utter where the little pants every time he pressed into her.
Her hands clinged to his back, her nails digging into the skin as he increased the force of his thrusts. They moaned in unison as she started to roll her hips in rythm with his movements to highten the sweet friction.
Every shove of his hips pushed him deeper inside her and her eyes rolled back in her head of feeling completely filled and owned.
The hot pressure in her lower body started to rise and she knew that she was close. Tangling her fingers into his hair, she pulled his face down to her own and pressed an uncoordinated kiss to his lips.
Her back arched as her orgasm ripped through her body and her muscles spasmed as a wave of pleasure bolted through her limbs like a lightningstrike.
Crowley hissed as the hot flesh around him tightened. It took only a few more out of pace thrusts and he was coming tight after her.
As the blinding relish of his high subsided, he became aware of his aching muscles.
Carefully he slipped out of Donna and let go of her thighs, so that she could stand on her own feet again.
Her body was still trembling, her legs not strong enough to keep her upright, and she let herself glide down the wall until she sat on the ground, breathing heavily.
The cold floor against her naked rear, nearly freezening to her burning skin, had her shivering, but she was to tired to move away.
Crowley slumped down next to her. They sat in silence, trying to calm down their racing hearts, until Donna suddenly started giggling. Crowley raised an eyebrow at her, smiling in amusement.
"What?"
"I'm still wearing my socks", she explained before a new chuckle rose in her throat as she pointed at her feet.
Rolling his eyes, Crowley straightened his dresspants and pulled up the zipper.
"I need a shower", Donna said conversational as she leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes.
"I figured", her lover answered non-chalantly. "You could do with a shave, too."
To clarify his point he let his hand glide over the pricky stubbles on her leg.
"Oh, don't start again."
She slapped at his hand and he pulled it away, laying his arm around her shoulders instead.
"This wasn't quite what I imagined when I came to alleviate some stress."
"But it helped."
She snuggled against his side, searching for the warmth of his body-heat.
"What kind of stress did you have to alleviate anyway?"
He could feel Donna tense against his side and she took a raged breath before she answered.
"My grandfather died."
"That's all?", Crowley exclaimed with a half laugh.
Heat rose to Donna's cheeks as she angrily set up straight to get out of their embrace.
"Did you listen to what I just said?", she snapped. "My grandfather died! He was my best friend and now he's dead."
"Please", he waved her off. "I'm dead and I don't see you crying over my grave. The lucky bastard is probably in heaven right now, drinking champagne with some busty blonde."
He reached out to Donna and she let herself be pulled back against his chest.
"But if you want me to, I can make some research to make sure that he really isn't in hell."
She looked up into his eyes, her own big, blue ones red and watery.
"You'd do that?"
"Sure. Why not? If it makes you feel better."
"That's the least you could do after not answering my calls."
Despite her harsh words, she leaned up and gave him a sweet kiss.
"Thank you."
As Sylfia came home from her bridge club that evening, she found her daughter with the strange man sitting on the kitchentable and chatting over a cup of tea.
She was surprised to see the bloke still in her house, she thought it was just some passing acquaintance that Donna had made on her travels around the world and that she would get rid of him soon enough. Telling the truth, she didn't like him one bit. He had the air of a middle class insurance agent around him and she trusted him as much as she trusted every salesman.
She caught Donna rolling her eyes as she entered the room, yet pretended that she didn't see it.
"Hey, mom. How was bridge?"
"Nathalie, that mendacius witch", she huffed as she droped her purse on the kitchen counter. "She thinks we didn't catch it, but I know she was cheating!"
"Sounds like a lot of fun", Donna deadpaned.
"It was! You should have come with me. A little socializing would have been good for you."
"Nah, we had fun, too."
"I quite believe it."
She could see her grown daughter's ears turn red. So more than just a passing acquaintance.
Her interest roused and she tried to dig deeper. It was all to her big little girl's best, she told herself. She had heard a lot of stories about marriage impostures and since Donna had won the lottery they couldn't be carefull enough with what kind people they surrounded themself. And this guy was just the type of man who'd marry a woman for her money.
"I'm sorry, my daughter has no manners." She faced the aged gigolo with a forced a smile. "We haven't been introduced properly. I'm Sylfia, Donna's mother."
The man rose from his place and stretched out a hand for her to shake it.
"I'm Crowley. I'm-"
"He's from America", Donna interupted him.
Crowley raised an eyebrow at her and she shot him a meaningfull glance back.
"We've met there. He's a book agent from New York", she recited his vessel's backstory.
After the incident back in the cabin, Crowley had explained to here the necessity of a vessel and of course she wanted to know who's body he occupied. He had closed his elaboration with the words "But he isn't here anymore" and she pressumed that this was some beautification for "He's dead".
"How interesting", Sylfia declared without seeming interested at all. "But you don't really sound like an American."
"I'm originally from Scotland."
"You get a lot around?"
"Nah", he shrugs his shoulders. "Only for work, to hell and back. Speaking of, I think it's time for me to go. Business never sleeps."
"I'll show you outside."
Donna rose from her chair and led him to the front door.
Sylfia stretched her neck to see the pair standing in the entrance, talking quietly.
The supposed book agent wore a mischievous grin as Donna leaned forward and stole a quick kiss before she closed the door in his face with a gentle laugh.
She rushed back into the kitchen and busied herself with pouring a cup of tea for herself as her daughter came back, a goofy grin on her face.
"He seems like a nice man", she started her interrogation.
Donna just hummed in agreement and put the used cups in the sink.
"Goodlooking, with a good job. How long do you know him?"
"Get to the point, mom!", Donna snapped and whipped around. "I've seen the look on your face. If you have something to say do it now."
Sylfia paused for a moment at her daughter's sudden outburst, then her thoughts started to tumble out of her mouth like a verbal waterfall.
"Do you know if he's really succesfull in his job? What if he has a bad time or what if he's in debts? He could be one of those greedy persons who stay in touch with some people just for their money."
"Stop it!", the younger woman interrupted her. "I knew you'd have something against him, but you know what? You better get used to him, because he sure as hell will visit more often in the future!"
With stamping feet she rushed out of the kitchen and a moment later Sylfia could hear a door being slammed shut.
She could feel her face heating up and turning red. Without thinking she stormed after her daughter. The ungrateful child would not treat her like that in her own house.
"You think I'm the horrible person her, but actually I am the only one with a bit of responsibility."
She pushed the door to Donna's room open and kept a tight grip on the handle.
"I am the only one who thinks about what's good for you!"
She paused as she studied Donna sitting on her bed.
"Why are you crying now?", she demanded, her voice a tinge softer at the sight of tears.
The redhead whipped a hand over her puffy eyes before she faced her.
"Because you're right. He is greedy. And he's so determinded, he'd stop at nothing. But it's not money that he's after. Believe me, money means nothing to him. He's more interested in power."
She sniffed and plugged at her sleeve. Sylfia had let go of the doorhandle and sat down next to her, keeping a small gap between them.
"And egoistic", she added as an afterthought, a small smile gracing over her tearstained features. "He is so selfish, the whole world could go down the toilet and he wouldn't mind as long as he gets his piece of the cake. You don't know what it does to a woman, when a man who always puts himself first, makes her feel like she is the most important woman in the world."
A noise between a laugh and a sob escaped her throat and embarrassed she whipped the fresh tears away.
Sylfia laid a sympathetic hand on her knee and looked at her with a serious expression.
"He sounds like an asshole", she deadpaned.
"Thank's, mom!"
"And you're a bitch."
Donna glared at her mother aghast, but she just returned her stare with a crooked smile.
"You deserve each other."
She patted her knee once more before she stood up and left the room.
Donna watched her go, her insides battling with the urges to kill or to kiss her mother. To baffled to do anything, she followed her into the living room and the two watched tv in silence for the rest of the day.