inlovewithmycar | open post

No. I do think they are quite stuck with each other.

[ Aziraphale drapes his arm over Crowley's shoulder and buries his other hand in that lovely burnished copper. ]

As it was meant to be.

--I'm sorry, that I didn't end up picking a very saucy or funny story.

...I could always add a saucy epilogue.

[ Crowley gave a low hum of approval against Aziraphale's shoulder, loving the feeling of his fingers in his hair. ]

Mm, let's give them a bit of privacy for now. We have our own saucy epilogue.

[ Running his hand over his thigh, Crowley grins up at his angel. ]

...And if that's how you write drunk, I'd love to see what you do sober. You try your hand at any more?

No, I put down the pen after that. Thought I'd leave such a thing up to the masters.

[ He places a hand over Crowley's, not to stall him, but to keep it there, warm on his leg, spreading to other parts of his body. ]

And here I thought you'd wanted a nap...

Shame. Would've liked to see if there were further adventures of Mr. Albrecht and Mr. Ingram.

[ He did so love a good serial romance. But then, Crowley was a good deal soppier than he let on. ]

And I did. I do. But your thighs are so lovely and soft, I thought they might need some seeing to.

Hmm... well, you are always welcome to come attend to them; it seems as of late, they refuse to shy away from your touch.

[ He licks his lips and leans down to kiss Crowley's temple. ]

Always starved for it.

I can write you some Ingram and Albrecht later, if you so wish...

[ Creativity, free will, passion, and deep, abiding affection - Crowley has to marvel at how they possessed these traits they were never supposed to have. Aziraphale had written a lovely little short story and, while to humans it may not seem like much, Crowley had to wonder how many angels created any kind of art at all. ]

If the mood takes you, I'd love to see what you do with them. I do love a good romance.

[ He kneaded his fingers gently into the yielding flesh, humming his approval. Nice, slow, languid strokes - it was a lazy evening in bed after all. No need to rush. ]

[ He does and Aziraphale thinks it's lovely, the way that Crowley loves to feel with the humans, be swayed by their love.

He takes Crowley's hand and moves it upward just the slightest, closer to where his legs fork. ]

Yes well, I'm not in the mood to write now, as it were.

You had said something about... ah, aubergines? Donuts?

[ There's a lazy chuckle from Crowley as he reclines with Aziraphale in their nest of pillows, stroking along the dip of his joint and over his hip. It's become the sort of petting with less intent to arouse, and more pacify. ]

I did mention something about those, yeah.

[ He kisses along Aziraphale's jaw, before finally resting his forehead against the angel's temple. His stroking has become increasingly slower, and his eyelids drooping. He tries and fails to suppress a yawn. ]

Tell you all about aubergines and doughnuts in the morning. Better yet; I'll show.

Mm, in the morning then.

[ He can't help but to smile at the very relaxed Crowley in his arms, sleeping well no doubt now that he had a literal guardian angel to hold him while he slumbered, and so, Aziraphale wouldn't mind if he chose to take advantage of the situation and take many naps.

He miracles for him a good dream, one of lush green gardens and rolling clouds overhead.

There would always be time for aubergines and doughnuts. ]

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