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themoonmothwrites:
themoonmothwrites:
Just imagine, though, after their dinner at the Ritz
Aziraphale inviting Crowley to sit beside him on the couch
Aziraphale leaning into his personal space
Aziraphale’s hand on his thigh and breath in his ear
Oh God – Aziraphale nosing at his jaw
And then Aziraphale moving to straddle him, hands on his face, eyes bright with drink and desire, and Crowley’s hand is in the center of his chest, holding him back, keeping him back, that protective distance, and then he remembers– they’re free now, that’s over with
And Aziraphale smiles and leans into his hand until slowly, slowly, Crowley lets him push into him
Aziraphale kissing him, Aziraphale undressing him, Aziraphale loving him
themoonmothwrites:
So here’s a thought.
What if Aziraphale’s a flirty drunk?
What if Aziraphale’s been flirtily, drunkenly trying to pull Crowley for millennia?
What if it’s Crowley who has to rein him in, be wary of the danger?
What if, after the Nopocalypse, Aziraphale is flirtily, drunkenly trying to pull Crowley, and Crowley’s trying to demonfully hold him off out of pure habit, only to realise, oh, he doesn’t need to any more?
What if, you know?
Dear All, welcome to mine andrandomacts13‘s spiral of co-enabling! I wrote the words, she beta’d them and made the stunning art. We put this together in almost exactly one week. Enjoy here or on AO3 :)
And if you’d like to reblog the nekkid art without the fic and readmore cut (and why wouldn’t you?) you can do so here and here.
Aziraphale/Crowley | M | 4.5k
Sunlight and Water
The first time it happened was on the Ark.
Crawly had tried to sneak on board under cover of night to escape the rising waters, and been almost immediately discovered by Aziraphale. He was soaking wet, sprawled inelegantly on the deck, pretty defenseless all things considered, but Aziraphale magnanimously decided to hold off on the smiting on account of having had quite enough of death in the last few hours, even if Crawly’s demise wouldn’t be permanent. He did, however, give him a righteous ticking off, but tender mercies and all that.
When he was done listing all the reasons Crawly being on board was a terrible idea, Crawly looked up at him from his exhausted heap of robes and feathers, and said, “Don’t let anyone know I’m here, don’t interfere with the ineffable bloody plan, got it. Tell me there’s booze on board.”
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themoonmothwrites:
themoonmothwrites:
Just imagine, though, after their dinner at the Ritz
Aziraphale inviting Crowley to sit beside him on the couch
Aziraphale leaning into his personal space
Aziraphale’s hand on his thigh and breath in his ear
Oh God – Aziraphale nosing at his jaw
And then Aziraphale moving to straddle him, hands on his face, eyes bright with drink and desire, and Crowley’s hand is in the center of his chest, holding him back, keeping him back, that protective distance, and then he remembers– they’re free now, that’s over with
And Aziraphale smiles and leans into his hand until slowly, slowly, Crowley lets him push into him
Aziraphale kissing him, Aziraphale undressing him, Aziraphale loving him
themoonmothwrites:
So here’s a thought.
What if Aziraphale’s a flirty drunk?
What if Aziraphale’s been flirtily, drunkenly trying to pull Crowley for millennia?
What if it’s Crowley who has to rein him in, be wary of the danger?
What if, after the Nopocalypse, Aziraphale is flirtily, drunkenly trying to pull Crowley, and Crowley’s trying to demonfully hold him off out of pure habit, only to realise, oh, he doesn’t need to any more?
What if, you know?
Dear All, welcome to mine and
randomacts13‘s spiral of co-enabling! I wrote the words, she beta’d them and made the stunning art. We put this together in almost exactly one week. Enjoy here or on AO3 :)And if you’d like to reblog the nekkid art without the fic and readmore cut (and why wouldn’t you?) you can do so here and here.
Aziraphale/Crowley | M | 4.5k
Sunlight and Water
The first time it happened was on the Ark.
Crawly had tried to sneak on board under cover of night to escape the rising waters, and been almost immediately discovered by Aziraphale. He was soaking wet, sprawled inelegantly on the deck, pretty defenseless all things considered, but Aziraphale magnanimously decided to hold off on the smiting on account of having had quite enough of death in the last few hours, even if Crawly’s demise wouldn’t be permanent. He did, however, give him a righteous ticking off, but tender mercies and all that.
When he was done listing all the reasons Crawly being on board was a terrible idea, Crawly looked up at him from his exhausted heap of robes and feathers, and said, “Don’t let anyone know I’m here, don’t interfere with the ineffable bloody plan, got it. Tell me there’s booze on board.”
Keep reading