[ Crowley ducks his head, hiding his own flushed face in the warm, soft crook of Aziraphale's neck. It's starting to become one of his favourite spots, it seems. ]
Mm, vacations together, maybe? Bit of sightseeing, take in a bit of the local cuisine. Maybe visit a beach or two. ...Couple of galleries.
[ Crowley gives a languid stretch, something in his back going pop that has him breathing a pleased sigh of relief. ]
We could do anything, really. World's our oyster now, innit?
[Crowley's face tucked in the crook of Aziraphale's neck has definitely become one of the angel's favorite things. The only downside is that Crowley can't see his enchanted smile at the notion of vacations.]
Oh, that'd be lovely. I haven't been to a proper beach in ages. Where were you thinking, dear? Somewhere local, or should we expand our horizons?
[He rubs the small of Crowley's back, trying not to wince at that audible pop. Maybe he ought to include a proper massage in their plans.]
It truly is. And you know how much I love oysters.
[ Crowley may not be able to see Aziraphale's enchanting smile, but he can certainly hear it in his voice and the demon squirms against him with delight, nuzzling him affectionately. ]
Maybe we're due a visit to the Mediterranean if you've got a hankering for good oysters.
[ He finally peers up, grinning. ]
It'd just be nice to go places with no worries, yeah? Enjoy a nice trip without having to look over our shoulders.
[It only just occurs to him how tethered they've been to the London metropolitan area while trying to prevent Armageddon. Not that he doesn't love London, but it'd be nice to stretch his wings, especially with Crowley by his side.
He smiles at Crowley, giving him a little nuzzle in return.]
Not only that, but we won't have any obligations, either. [He lowers his voice, as if confessing a secret.] I found a lot of those assignments rather pointless, to be honest. Especially as we were more or less canceling one another out.
[ Crowley laughs; not the harsh cynical kind of laugh he's always had, but warm and light. ]
You know, I hate to say 'I told you so'...
[ He grins as he teases Aziraphale about something he's been saying since the tenth century. Crowley has to remind himself that it's alright to be this happy, that he doesn't have to worry about whatever challenges may be down the road. He can think about a future that doesn't involve punishment. ]
Anyway, don't see why we can't do both? Take a round trip. Good grief, we could even join a tourist group.
[That laugh is delightful to hear, enough that Aziraphale only pouts a little bit at the teasing that follows.]
You most certainly don't hate to say that. [Sigh.] I'd like to think that I did some good in the world... even if it wasn't officially sanctioned by Upstairs.
[But anyway. Vacations. He chuckles a little at the idea of being led along by a tour guide through places they'd been decades or even centuries before.]
That'd be fun. We could keep a list of all the historical facts they get wrong.
[ Crowley writhes smugly up against Aziraphale, looking like the cat that caught the canary. After over a thousand years, Crowley feels that sweet, sweet vindication. ]
Besides, I think most of the unsanctioned good did much more for people than whatever Gabriel might've thought appropriate.
[ Wasn't that always the case? Their respective offices had been rather out of touch. Well, not their problem anymore. Crowley instead focuses his attention on tracing little circles onto Aziraphale's abdomen with his knuckles. ]
Mm, we could make a game of it. Historical inaccuracy bingo.
[Aziraphale can feel that cozy smugness as sure as the flashes of love he picks up every so often with his angelic powers. He humphs and draws Crowley in a bit closer, one hand placed possessively on his rear to curtail the writhing.]
There's also the good you've done over the years. Most definitely unsanctioned.
[Aziraphale at least had some wiggle room on helping out humans on his own initiative. Crowley wasn't even allowed that (for obvious reasons) and yet somehow made things better, or at least not any worse.
Crowley's light touch on his tummy makes him giggle, along with the notion of turning incorrect facts into a game.]
We'll need a scorecard for each city. Bonus points if the tour guide is a native and ought to know better.
Ah, but all of it was to further my truly wicked ends -
[ He laughs because even he can't keep a straight face for so blatant a lie. Oh, when he got caught, he could spin it to his former superiors as some grand evil scheme, but Aziraphale knew. And Crowley is quite happy for it.
The little giggle from the angel earns him a tender kiss to the cheek. ]
Double that if they're an actual historian. Or claim to be.
[ There's a yelp from Crowley when he feels the pressure of Aziraphale palming what little bum he has, and the demon is sure to retaliate with a wicked tongue to Aziraphale's nipple, when instead he's drawn into a kiss.
Oh, how easy it is to distract Crowley with kissing. He practically forgets to be contrarian on principle simply from the warmth of Aziraphale's lips.
Over the centuries they'd been rather evenly matched in their bickering. He suspects Aziraphale is going to wind up with the upper hand now. ]
Mmm, yes. Activities. All sorts of things to get up to on holiday. I'll have to plan what manner of devious things I can rope you into.
[He's been in the habit of kissing Crowley for less than twenty-four hours and already he knows that he'll never tire of it. The fact that he can use it as a distraction is simply a bonus. There's also the unfortunate side effect that it distracts himself just as easily. When they part, he blinks at Crowley dazedly for a moment or two before picking up the thread of conversation.]
Oh, yes... you've already mentioned the ropes...
[No. Wait.]
Just remember that we're stuck with these corporations for the time being. Make sure it's only devious and not dangerous.
Angel, when have I ever dragged you into something dangerous?
[ Crowley asks with feigned innocence. ]
I mean, aside from the Arrangement. ...And thwarting the Apocalypse. Those can hardly count.
[ The demon has settled comfortably back in his spot snuggled up to Aziraphale's side, limbs draped every which way over him and his lips occasionally pressing idle kisses to whatever skin crosses their path. It's such a marvel to him to just be able to show affection to Aziraphale, utterly casual as they joke around in bed. ]
But no, nothing dangerous than some very decadent desserts planned and I'm fairly certain Death by Chocolate is pure hyperbole.
Oh, I don't know, how about nearly every time I get into your Bentley?
[His tone is exceedingly dry, although there is a bit of a smile on his face. As much as he complains about Crowley's speeding, he gets into his car willingly. Just as he had entered the Arrangement and helped thwart the Apocalypse. But he wouldn't be himself if he didn't fuss at least a little.
As Crowley resettles, Aziraphale nuzzles into his hair, laughing a little at the word play.]
Much like that one dessert I stumbled across called a 'Chocolate Orgasm.' I can see now that it's not even close.
[ Crowley looks up, puzzled by Aziraphale's wording. He knew neither of them were exactly bastions of experience, Crowley with only marginally more from a few awkward experiments, but he never would have guessed Aziraphale had never done his own experimenting. He was one door down from a sex shop for someone's sake, surely he'd been curious. Surely Crowley just misunderstood. ]
Angel, was this - were these your first orgasms? Like... you've never even... ?
[He looks away, blushing, clearly embarrassed by the question, although even he's not entirely sure why. After a bit of time passes, he clears his throat and half-heartedly meets Crowley's gaze.]
It didn't seem worth it to bother, if I was never going to use it. The times my body reacted without my permission, I simply stopped making an Effort. I think I was worried that if I let myself climax, I'd only be more aware of what I was missing.
[He gives a small, wry smile.]
I know that doesn't sound like me, denying myself an earthly pleasure. But it wouldn't have been much of a pleasure if it wasn't with you.
[ Crowley has his juvenile giggle at Aziraphale's indignation over the crude gesture, before the demon is once again blown away. Crowley is the last person on the planet with any expectations of chastity, finding it to be one of the stupider virtues as more often than not, how much casual sex people have has little bearing on their moral character.
But he also feels oddly touched that Aziraphale had come to a very similar conclusion as Crowley had (though it had taken Crowley more time and experimenting); none but the other would do.
He gathers Aziraphale close, nuzzling and kissing those lovely rosy cheeks, unable to wipe the giddy smile off his face. And traitorous thing that it is, his mind has to wander to what Aziraphale touching himself would be like. He shakes the thought away, and instead looks to offer Aziraphale some reassurance. ]
I dunno - food was a safe enough indulgence. You always kept clear of anything that might put either of us in real danger. ...Crepes not withstanding.
[ Crowley offers a lopsided grin, and presses a kiss to the corner of Aziraphale's lips. ]
So there's this whole side to your corporation that you've never really explored...?
[ Crowley's tone lacks its usual teasing - he can't poke fun at Aziraphale - not for this. But there is that curiosity and a spark of mischief and excitement in his eyes because oh, this sounds like a wonderful journey to go on. ]
[Crowley's initial reaction reminds Aziraphale, oddly enough, of their first encounter on Eden's wall, when the angel admitted that he had given his sword away, and just like then, he finds himself feeling a little defensive. It's not as though he thinks of himself as morally superior for remaining chaste. It was a defense mechanism, a way to remain in denial that much longer about his feelings, to keep himself and Crowley safe for another day.
But then Crowley is kissing him, so happy and pleased and sweetly reassuring, that Aziraphale feels himself relaxing back into the demon's embrace.]
You're never going to let me live that down, are you?
[His smile turns genuine, the awkwardness at the edges of it disappearing.]
Well, not entirely. I've kissed a few humans, here and there. The rare times it's become too heated, I'd have to stop, because it wouldn't feel right. But I have to say, everything so far with you has been breathtaking. I never thought it wouldn't be, honestly.
[ Crowley is grinning, fondness seeped into every word. It's clearly a good memory to him; how lovely Aziraphale looked in his finery, how fun it was to watch him eat crepes while describing all the little idiosyncrasies that made those made in Paris so profoundly different to those made literally anywhere else, the distant din of revolution...
He presses an affectionate kiss to Aziraphale's temple, his hand seeking out Aziraphale's to hold. ]
Well. Sounds like we've got a bit of catching up to do. And I'm not claiming to be an expert by any means -
[ Crowley quickly gets that out of the way before Aziraphale reminds him just who had to explain to whom why there weren't going to be anymore unicorns. ]
-if there's anything you might have run across in your reading you want to try out, consider me very game to lend a helping hand.
[ He grins, flicking his clever tongue out to tickle the tip of Aziraphale's nose. ]
[It was a good memory for Aziraphale, too, despite the initial embarrassment of getting caught up in the middle of a Revolution. Crowley had looked especially rakish, lounging as he had against the stonework. And the crêpes had been delicious -- perhaps not worth losing one's head, but very nearly. Made even better, of course, by the company of his dining companion.
Aziraphale makes a soft, satisfied sound, his hand slipping into Crowley's and interlacing their fingers.]
It really wouldn't matter to me if you had all the experience in the world, or none at all, darling. It's new for us to be together like this, and I think that makes it rather exciting, don't you?
[He giggles at the flick of Crowley's tongue, finding it a sweet gesture, despite the innuendo behind it.]
[ New and exciting certainly sums it up, though while Crowley is sure it will reach a point where it stops being 'new', he doubts that delighted thrill of holding Aziraphale close will ever go away.
There's a deviously gleeful wriggle from Crowley as he burrows his face into the crook of Aziraphale's neck, finding a small patch of skin that he may not have lavished with yet enough kisses. ]
All mine, mm? That is a very generous proposition, angel. Might want to be careful - I could make a whole meal of you.
[ As if that wasn't exactly what Crowley had done earlier. ]
Oh, I don't doubt that. In fact, with that skillful mouth of yours, I'm counting on it.
[A lack of interest in experimenting with humans or even his own corporation have not prevented the angel from fantasizing of the things he could do with Crowley, no matter how hard he pushed those thoughts away pre-Armageddon. With no reason to keep them locked away any longer, he finds himself eager to sample all he can of such pleasures.
As Crowley finds a particularly erogenous spot on Aziraphale's neck, the angel laughs breathlessly and dances his fingers up and down the demon's spine.]
Not that I expect you to do all the work of finding out what I like. I'm willing to become more familiar with my own corporation, if you think it would help.
[He presses a kiss to Crowley's ear, the pitch of his voice dropping a notch.]
[ Crowley feels a jolt go through his spine, straight to his cock.
Aziraphale exploring that lovely corporation of his...? Those perfect manicured hands running over soft skin, falling between gently parted legs as he slowly works himself into a climax -
Crowley has a sort of glazed look, as he stares up at Aziraphale, slack jawed and a drop of saliva pooling at the corner of his mouth.
When he finally finds himself capable of speech, his voice is high and hoarse. ]
...Yeah. Sounds great.
[ Crowley buries his flushed face right back where it had just been. ]
Satan's sake, Aziraphale, you sure you haven't done this before? Because you're awfully ....sexy for an ingenue angel.
[Oh, it's that thing Crowley does sometimes, where his mind goes somewhere else for a while. Aziraphale smiles, knowing very well what he's done, and fondly wipes away that bit of drool with the pad of his thumb.]
Lovely.
[He runs his fingers through Crowley's hair when the demon hides his face again and hums happily, quite pleased with himself.]
I'm only putting into practice what I've learned so far, darling. Glad to hear that it's paying off.
You always were a quick learner. Should've known you'd have taken to this like a duck to... whatever it is ducks take to.
[ He smiles, warm and soft as he goes back to tracing idle patterns on Aziraphale's bare skin with his knuckles, warm, comfortable and secure in spooning with the angel. ]
M'glad too. That your first time was something special. Knowing my luck sometimes, I'd've cocked it up and scared you off sex forever.
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Mm, vacations together, maybe? Bit of sightseeing, take in a bit of the local cuisine. Maybe visit a beach or two. ...Couple of galleries.
[ Crowley gives a languid stretch, something in his back going pop that has him breathing a pleased sigh of relief. ]
We could do anything, really. World's our oyster now, innit?
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Oh, that'd be lovely. I haven't been to a proper beach in ages. Where were you thinking, dear? Somewhere local, or should we expand our horizons?
[He rubs the small of Crowley's back, trying not to wince at that audible pop. Maybe he ought to include a proper massage in their plans.]
It truly is. And you know how much I love oysters.
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Maybe we're due a visit to the Mediterranean if you've got a hankering for good oysters.
[ He finally peers up, grinning. ]
It'd just be nice to go places with no worries, yeah? Enjoy a nice trip without having to look over our shoulders.
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[It only just occurs to him how tethered they've been to the London metropolitan area while trying to prevent Armageddon. Not that he doesn't love London, but it'd be nice to stretch his wings, especially with Crowley by his side.
He smiles at Crowley, giving him a little nuzzle in return.]
Not only that, but we won't have any obligations, either. [He lowers his voice, as if confessing a secret.] I found a lot of those assignments rather pointless, to be honest. Especially as we were more or less canceling one another out.
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You know, I hate to say 'I told you so'...
[ He grins as he teases Aziraphale about something he's been saying since the tenth century. Crowley has to remind himself that it's alright to be this happy, that he doesn't have to worry about whatever challenges may be down the road. He can think about a future that doesn't involve punishment. ]
Anyway, don't see why we can't do both? Take a round trip. Good grief, we could even join a tourist group.
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You most certainly don't hate to say that. [Sigh.] I'd like to think that I did some good in the world... even if it wasn't officially sanctioned by Upstairs.
[But anyway. Vacations. He chuckles a little at the idea of being led along by a tour guide through places they'd been decades or even centuries before.]
That'd be fun. We could keep a list of all the historical facts they get wrong.
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[ Crowley writhes smugly up against Aziraphale, looking like the cat that caught the canary. After over a thousand years, Crowley feels that sweet, sweet vindication. ]
Besides, I think most of the unsanctioned good did much more for people than whatever Gabriel might've thought appropriate.
[ Wasn't that always the case? Their respective offices had been rather out of touch. Well, not their problem anymore. Crowley instead focuses his attention on tracing little circles onto Aziraphale's abdomen with his knuckles. ]
Mm, we could make a game of it. Historical inaccuracy bingo.
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There's also the good you've done over the years. Most definitely unsanctioned.
[Aziraphale at least had some wiggle room on helping out humans on his own initiative. Crowley wasn't even allowed that (for obvious reasons) and yet somehow made things better, or at least not any worse.
Crowley's light touch on his tummy makes him giggle, along with the notion of turning incorrect facts into a game.]
We'll need a scorecard for each city. Bonus points if the tour guide is a native and ought to know better.
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[ He laughs because even he can't keep a straight face for so blatant a lie. Oh, when he got caught, he could spin it to his former superiors as some grand evil scheme, but
Aziraphale knew. And Crowley is quite happy for it.
The little giggle from the angel earns him a tender kiss to the cheek. ]
Double that if they're an actual historian. Or claim to be.
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[He gives Crowley's bum a little squeeze, unable to resist the pun, and then kisses him in a very obvious effort to avoid any sort of retribution.]
Ooh, I like that. Winner gets to pick that evening's activities?
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Oh, how easy it is to distract Crowley with kissing. He practically forgets to be contrarian on principle simply from the warmth of Aziraphale's lips.
Over the centuries they'd been rather evenly matched in their bickering. He suspects Aziraphale is going to wind up with the upper hand now. ]
Mmm, yes. Activities. All sorts of things to get up to on holiday. I'll have to plan what manner of devious things I can rope you into.
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Oh, yes... you've already mentioned the ropes...
[No. Wait.]
Just remember that we're stuck with these corporations for the time being. Make sure it's only devious and not dangerous.
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[ Crowley asks with feigned innocence. ]
I mean, aside from the Arrangement. ...And thwarting the Apocalypse. Those can hardly count.
[ The demon has settled comfortably back in his spot snuggled up to Aziraphale's side, limbs draped every which way over him and his lips occasionally pressing idle kisses to whatever skin crosses their path. It's such a marvel to him to just be able to show affection to Aziraphale, utterly casual as they joke around in bed. ]
But no, nothing dangerous than some very decadent desserts planned and I'm fairly certain Death by Chocolate is pure hyperbole.
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[His tone is exceedingly dry, although there is a bit of a smile on his face. As much as he complains about Crowley's speeding, he gets into his car willingly. Just as he had entered the Arrangement and helped thwart the Apocalypse. But he wouldn't be himself if he didn't fuss at least a little.
As Crowley resettles, Aziraphale nuzzles into his hair, laughing a little at the word play.]
Much like that one dessert I stumbled across called a 'Chocolate Orgasm.' I can see now that it's not even close.
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Angel, was this - were these your first orgasms? Like... you've never even... ?
[ And Crowley mimes wanking. ]
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[He looks away, blushing, clearly embarrassed by the question, although even he's not entirely sure why. After a bit of time passes, he clears his throat and half-heartedly meets Crowley's gaze.]
It didn't seem worth it to bother, if I was never going to use it. The times my body reacted without my permission, I simply stopped making an Effort. I think I was worried that if I let myself climax, I'd only be more aware of what I was missing.
[He gives a small, wry smile.]
I know that doesn't sound like me, denying myself an earthly pleasure. But it wouldn't have been much of a pleasure if it wasn't with you.
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But he also feels oddly touched that Aziraphale had come to a very similar conclusion as Crowley had (though it had taken Crowley more time and experimenting); none but the other would do.
He gathers Aziraphale close, nuzzling and kissing those lovely rosy cheeks, unable to wipe the giddy smile off his face. And traitorous thing that it is, his mind has to wander to what Aziraphale touching himself would be like. He shakes the thought away, and instead looks to offer Aziraphale some reassurance. ]
I dunno - food was a safe enough indulgence. You always kept clear of anything that might put either of us in real danger. ...Crepes not withstanding.
[ Crowley offers a lopsided grin, and presses a kiss to the corner of Aziraphale's lips. ]
So there's this whole side to your corporation that you've never really explored...?
[ Crowley's tone lacks its usual teasing - he can't poke fun at Aziraphale - not for this. But there is that curiosity and a spark of mischief and excitement in his eyes because oh, this sounds like a wonderful journey to go on. ]
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But then Crowley is kissing him, so happy and pleased and sweetly reassuring, that Aziraphale feels himself relaxing back into the demon's embrace.]
You're never going to let me live that down, are you?
[His smile turns genuine, the awkwardness at the edges of it disappearing.]
Well, not entirely. I've kissed a few humans, here and there. The rare times it's become too heated, I'd have to stop, because it wouldn't feel right. But I have to say, everything so far with you has been breathtaking. I never thought it wouldn't be, honestly.
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[ Crowley is grinning, fondness seeped into every word. It's clearly a good memory to him; how lovely Aziraphale looked in his finery, how fun it was to watch him eat crepes while describing all the little idiosyncrasies that made those made in Paris so profoundly different to those made literally anywhere else, the distant din of revolution...
He presses an affectionate kiss to Aziraphale's temple, his hand seeking out Aziraphale's to hold. ]
Well. Sounds like we've got a bit of catching up to do. And I'm not claiming to be an expert by any means -
[ Crowley quickly gets that out of the way before Aziraphale reminds him just who had to explain to whom why there weren't going to be anymore unicorns. ]
-if there's anything you might have run across in your reading you want to try out, consider me very game to lend a helping hand.
[ He grins, flicking his clever tongue out to tickle the tip of Aziraphale's nose. ]
...Or any bit of anatomy, really.
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Aziraphale makes a soft, satisfied sound, his hand slipping into Crowley's and interlacing their fingers.]
It really wouldn't matter to me if you had all the experience in the world, or none at all, darling. It's new for us to be together like this, and I think that makes it rather exciting, don't you?
[He giggles at the flick of Crowley's tongue, finding it a sweet gesture, despite the innuendo behind it.]
The same goes for you, naturally. I'm all yours.
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There's a deviously gleeful wriggle from Crowley as he burrows his face into the crook of Aziraphale's neck, finding a small patch of skin that he may not have lavished with yet enough kisses. ]
All mine, mm? That is a very generous proposition, angel. Might want to be careful - I could make a whole meal of you.
[ As if that wasn't exactly what Crowley had done earlier. ]
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[A lack of interest in experimenting with humans or even his own corporation have not prevented the angel from fantasizing of the things he could do with Crowley, no matter how hard he pushed those thoughts away pre-Armageddon. With no reason to keep them locked away any longer, he finds himself eager to sample all he can of such pleasures.
As Crowley finds a particularly erogenous spot on Aziraphale's neck, the angel laughs breathlessly and dances his fingers up and down the demon's spine.]
Not that I expect you to do all the work of finding out what I like. I'm willing to become more familiar with my own corporation, if you think it would help.
[He presses a kiss to Crowley's ear, the pitch of his voice dropping a notch.]
Would you like that, dear?
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Aziraphale exploring that lovely corporation of his...? Those perfect manicured hands running over soft skin, falling between gently parted legs as he slowly works himself into a climax -
Crowley has a sort of glazed look, as he stares up at Aziraphale, slack jawed and a drop of saliva pooling at the corner of his mouth.
When he finally finds himself capable of speech, his voice is high and hoarse. ]
...Yeah. Sounds great.
[ Crowley buries his flushed face right back where it had just been. ]
Satan's sake, Aziraphale, you sure you haven't done this before? Because you're awfully ....sexy for an ingenue angel.
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Lovely.
[He runs his fingers through Crowley's hair when the demon hides his face again and hums happily, quite pleased with himself.]
I'm only putting into practice what I've learned so far, darling. Glad to hear that it's paying off.
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[ He smiles, warm and soft as he goes back to tracing idle patterns on Aziraphale's bare skin with his knuckles, warm, comfortable and secure in spooning with the angel. ]
M'glad too. That your first time was something special. Knowing my luck sometimes, I'd've cocked it up and scared you off sex forever.
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