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Happy Holidays, Hllangel!
Title: It’s the Happiest Season of All.
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Summary: Aziraphale/Crowley, brief mentions of Pepper/War and Adam/Brian/Wens. Spending Christmas with the Enemy is such great fun. First time – sort of. PWP. Does not include lines like "You’re that spark of goodness in me." (although they were considered) but includes an overdose of footnotes.
Rating: NC-17
Author's notes: Title was taken from the song "The Most Wonderful Time of the Year" due to the second verse, which reads, "With those holiday greetings and gay happy meetings when friends come to call."
A lot of firsts here for me – first full-length Good Omens fic, first full-length A/C fic, first NC-17. You have taken my virginity,hllangel! Thanks.
Also, much gratefulness to betas, especially the One for helping me out with the sex scene.
Crowley did not like Christmas. He did not dislike it either. He was, to put it plainly, ambivalent about the whole affair. Of course, it did amuse him that firstly, the day had been a pagan holiday to start with, and secondly, the birth of Jesus had been in March. Whenever he expressed this amusement to Aziraphale, however, he would earn a glower and a comment along the lines of, “It’s the thought that counts.”
Now he was occupied in watching the merrymakers out in full force on the pavement below his apartment. Some were well-sloshed and some were on the way there. He ought to have felt proud, for he had had a hand in causing all this gluttony and greed and whatnot, but after doing this year upon year upon year, all he felt now was tired. Crowley fell bonelessly on his couch and turned on his sleek new television set. The sound from its speakers almost covered up the sound of Aziraphale puttering around in his kitchen.
Yes, he had Aziraphale over. No, it wasn’t his idea. The blasted angel had insisted on coming over every Christmas and Easter and even on random weekends ever since the Apocalypse-that-wasn’t. The little old lady on the floor below had begun giving them winks and smiles. That was before she had passed on, of course. He wondered what had become of her. Wherever she was, she was probably still winking at them, though.
A redhead on the television set caught his eye. What precisely drew his eye, however, was the shade of her auburn tresses at the edge of the crowd. A crowd that was listening to the Dalai Lama. The redhead was unmistakeably War; yet there did not seem to be any fights breaking out. He could see her fidgeting, though. She leaned in to whisper into the ear of the girl in front of her. Well, well, well. Who would have thought? Love had conquered War. He saw War pull the girl backwards, and almost gasped in surprise, before grinning, when he saw the girl’s face. He never forgot a face. The two women disappeared from the edge of the crowd. It looked like a fight might be brewing 1.
Just then, Aziraphale called out, “Dinner’s ready!” Crowley didn’t turn off the set, and the noise permeated the whole apartment. Aziraphale suspected that Pollution had just passed by.
1. For those of you interested in the fight, it was mostly a lovers’ tiff, where lines like “It’s not you, it’s me.” and “We can’t be together like this.” were the weapons. No claws were extended, although War did try to blow off steam in Iraq after that.
***
By the time dinner was done, Pepper and War had been replaced by a cheesy Christmas movie. Crowley watched it half-heartedly, bloated with goose and pudding and mince pies and all sorts of goodies that Aziraphale had conjured up2 in the kitchen. Aziraphale soon joined him on the overstuffed sofa, and handed over a glass of mulled wine. Aziraphale made the best mulled wine that Crowley knew of, and the demon downed it all in one gulp. He held out his glass for more, and Aziraphale wordlessly filled it up again. They sat in companionable silence for a while.
The mulled wine was almost gone3, when at last Aziraphale broke the silence. “So, War and Pepper, huh? Always figured that it’d be Adam and Pepper.”
“Nah. Adam’sss a free agent, although at this point in time he’ss currently busy with his friendsss. Brian, I think one of them’s called, and the other who looks like he was born forty-ssseven. Busy getting to know each other in the Biblical senssse, if you know what I mean.” Crowley would have nudged Aziraphale, but demons didn’t do things like that. However, he did give Aziraphale a wink. Aziraphale blinked and said, “Good Lord. Really?” Crowley smiled like the Mona Lisa4.
Feeling a little muzzy from the mulled wine, Crowley placed a hand on Aziraphale’s thigh, stroking gently. “’s a nice pattern5 you have there, angel.” He didn’t object when Aziraphale waved a hand at the television set, turning it off. Then his mind suddenly snapped back as he registered what his hand was doing. He looked up at the angel. Aziraphale’s face was blank behind his glasses. Crowley began to slowly withdraw his hand, all the while blessing himself for his stupidity. He made to get up and leave while he still could in one piece, but at that moment, Aziraphale broke out of his trance and said simply, “Don’t.” Aziraphale reached up and pulled Crowley down on the sofa again. When Crowley did not resume his activities, Aziraphale reached out blindly, and placed a tentative kiss on Crowley’s lips. Crowley’s tongue snaked out quickly against Aziraphale’s lips, and it was Aziraphale’s turn to draw back. Crowley opened his eyes, leaning forward still, and saw Aziraphale sitting and watching him with a bemused expression on his face. That’s it, Crowley thought. No angel looks at me like that. He struck out quickly, causing Aziraphale’s head to catch on the corner of the previously white sofa.
Lips sliding over lips, teeth clacking over teeth, both of them refused to give up control. They wrestled for dominance until Crowley found himself pinned to his own bed, the black silken sheets smooth against his skin. He also realised that his shirt had been unbuttoned, and that Aziraphale was licking at a bit of stomach just above his belt. He moaned and felt the angel smile against his skin. Crowley fisted his hands in the slightly long, blonde hair, and brought the angel up for a long passionate kiss6. It was Aziraphale’s turn to gasp as Crowley unbuttoned his shirt partway and tweaked a nipple. Crowley’s other hand travelled downwards, and Crowley sensed himself grow harder as he felt the large bulge in Aziraphale’s trousers. “Been making an effort, haven’t we?” he panted into Aziraphale’s ear. The only reply was a moan. Suddenly he felt feathers tickling his face. He looked up to find that Aziraphale was glowing. Crowley snapped his fingers, and just as suddenly, they were naked together. The angel, to use a cliché, was the most heavenly thing he had seen. This was before he saw the angel’s cock standing up proudly and glistening with promise.
Oh fuck, thought Crowley as Aziraphale bent down. He thought that he heard choirs of angels7 as he was engulfed in warm wet heat, and then fucking freezing cold and a tongue at the tip of his cock, endlessly circling. He felt his balls being gently fondled; then without warning, he was surrounded once again by that talented mouth, and he was coming, gasping as though he needed air. His emptied cock twitched in Aziraphale’s mouth, and Crowley looked down to see the angel’s eyes darkened with lust. Well, that’s one more, he thought fuzzily. Crowley lay limp on his bed as Aziraphale climbed over him, snow white wings covering them both. Then Crowley had to hide a gasp of surprise as Aziraphale ground his hips against Crowley. Aziraphale’s expression immediately changed at the sound, and he blushed before hurriedly clambering off Crowley. Clearly he had just sobered up. Aziraphale winced before offering Crowley a fumbled kiss, and made as if to flee. Crowley put a hand up, grasped Aziraphale’s wrist and echoed Aziraphale’s word back at him. “Don’t.” And he added words of his own. “I want you to fuck me.” He sobered up, and immediately noticed that his own wings were spanning the bed as well. “I want you to fuck me senseless.” Then as Aziraphale drew near again, Crowley whispered, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for today.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” was the reply that was murmured back at him. “I might have waited longer than you.” Crowley went still.
Finally, he managed to mutter, “Fucking hell, angel.” Said angel merely smiled at him.
“Are you ready then?” said Aziraphale, as he traced a lazy finger along the centre of Crowley’s chest. At that, Crowley felt himself begin to stiffen again.
“Am I ever,” Crowley hissed. “Bet that you’d like to plunge your flaming sword into me, wouldn’t you, angel?”
“I am going to smite you so hard, demon, that you won’t be able to move for a week. Of course, that might not be entirely due to the smiting…” smiled Aziraphale, as Crowley shuddered under his finger, which oh-so-accidentally slipped into Crowley’s mouth as the angel traced a nice cheekbone. Crowley suckled greedily and Aziraphale’s cock convulsed in reply. Pushing his finger into Crowley’s entrance8, Aziraphale moved with the speed of a tiger, calmly stalking its prey. Crowley hissed, closing his eyes at the sensation; his erection was back in full force. Aziraphale abruptly stepped away, and Crowley whined at the loss. He opened his eyes to see an innocent-looking angel – well, as innocent-looking an angel can get with one hand around a straining cock and a decidedly unangelic smirk on his pretty face. Not that Crowley thought that Aziraphale was pretty9, of course. He was thinking more along the lines of, That fucking tease!
Aziraphale stood at the foot of the bed, looking appreciatively at the spread before him. Then the serpent mewled as Aziraphale showed that he, too, knew how to do a few tricks with his tongue. Crowley moaned, and tried to bear down, but Aziraphale was too quick. He withdrew his tongue, and knelt in front of Crowley, placing his hands on the demon’s thighs. Crowley’s groin bounced up, uncontrollably, and it was at that moment that Crowley decided that he had had enough. With inhuman dexterity, he flipped Aziraphale on his back, and in one swift stroke impaled himself on Aziraphale’s cock. They both hissed. Pants filled the air as they waited, chests heaving with unneeded oxygen. The searing heat was slowly – oh so slowly! – replaced by indescribable pleasure. For a moment Crowley thought the cocktail of pain and pleasure might have been too much, but then he felt… fulfilled. Rearing back, he heard a primal sound thunder through the room, and realised that it was the both of them moaning at the same time. As he moved, however, Crowley could feel a tight, tight heat around his cock move in the same rhythm. Even though his eyes had been fogged with lust, they were still adamant that there was nothing surrounding his cock. Under him, Aziraphale writhed, and thrust up his hips. Crowley felt that tight heat surround his cock entirely as he was speared completely by Aziraphale. He decided to bless it all, and just feel, answering every thrust, every moan and every kiss, with one of his own. Neither of them realised that they had begun to rise off the bed. There was electricity crackling in the room10. It filled the air; Crowley felt it crackling along his skin, and wondered, for a brief coherent second, if Aziraphale could feel it too. Then suddenly he knew the answer to that. He could not have explained it then, but he knew that Aziraphale felt it too. Aziraphale had now taken the upper hand, forcefully moving in and out, in and out, and Crowley willingly surrendered himself to Heaven’s tender mercies11. Time seemed to slow down, and he could see and hear and feel every thrust as Aziraphale’s cock glided in and out of his passage, every pant, every moan, every shimmer. Then, Time’s bubble burst with a tinkling sound12, and almost simultaneously, they came, shuddering, and for a brief moment it seemed as if the world had winked out of existence.
2. Not literally.
3. Aziraphale had made a large batch this year – drinking all of it would have probably knocked out an elephant. It was just enough to get two ethereal beings rather drunk.
4. If the Mona Lisa had yellow, slitted pupils, artfully tousled black hair, sunglasses and was a man-shaped being. Perhaps it might have been more accurate to say that Crowley didn’t smile like the Mona Lisa.
5. For the record, it wasn’t tartan. Rather, it was tweed.
6. They were glad* that they didn’t have to breathe.
*More than glad, really.
7. And he was, as it turned out, right; although the noun describing the number of heavenly beings should have been singular.
8. Technically it was an exit, but seeing as how ethereal and infernal beings don’t really have bodily functions unless they want to, at that point in time it was an entrance.
9. If you must know, Crowley thought that Aziraphale was beautiful.
10. It was entirely different, yet totally identical to how static electricity arches from the screen of an old cathode-ray television set to your hand. The standing of hair is optional.
11. Well, Heaven’s tender mercies as they were dealt out by a certain angel, although they were currently anything but tender.
12.which sounded suspiciously like a giggle.
***
“What the fuck was that?” exclaimed Crowley as they both figuratively and literally came down.
“I, er, wanted to see what it was like on the receiving end, and so I, um, tapped into your mind. Nothing much, just your senses. Honest.” said Aziraphale nervously. The blushing angel was back. Crowley pretended to look aghast – no, hurt. Hurt was better. “I have no idea what just happened!” continued Aziraphale.
This was when the phrase “I’m not sure that it’s actually possible for you to do evil” came swirling back into his mind. It had been a long time ago. Bringing himself back to the present, Crowley huffed, and said, “That was sneaky, angel. Very, very sneaky. And sexy as hell,” Crowley smirked.
Aziraphale let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. Then with a leer of his own, he leant forwards and took one of Crowley’s nipples in his mouth. They gasped at the same time. “Oh, fuck.” breathed Aziraphale. He was slowly beginning to comprehend what exactly had just happened. Then he carefully lapped up the ejaculate from Crowley’s still heaving stomach. His tongue lingered over the sides of Crowley’s waist, tasting the sweat there.
“So how do I taste?” asked Crowley. He had come over all giggly, and wasn’t quite sure why. It was Aziraphale who was ticklish around his waist.
“I don’t quite know how to describe it, really.” said Aziraphale, looking up from where he had been dabbling his tongue in Crowley’s navel13. The look on Aziraphale’s face was so incongruous with what they had been doing; it was the same look he wore when he was trying out a fine wine. “I think… I accidentally created a two-way street for our senses, so I felt what you were feeling, and you felt what I was feeling, while still feeling what we were still feeling at the same time. Either that, or I fused us together.”
Crowley lay back on his bed, and did the best impression of a goldfish that he could14. Worriedly, Aziraphale started to say something, but was cut off by a sweet and tender kiss, courtesy of Crowley. Then Crowley spoke. “That was fucking… awesome.” Aziraphale smiled at Crowley, and snuggled into his embrace. They slept, one spooned around the other.
They woke up to find that they could no longer feel what the other was feeling. Aziraphale couldn’t decide if this was a good thing or not. Crowley, on the other hand, took the chance to nibble on Aziraphale’s shoulder. It wasn’t long before Aziraphale had him pinned to his miracled-clean sheets again.
Crowley was quite sure that the little old lady was cheering for them, somewhere.
***
13.Why ethereal beings have things like navels is open for discussion. A certain angel argued that it made him feel closer to Man, while a certain demon said that it just looked interesting.
14.Which in actual fact was nothing like a goldfish; it looked more like a flash bastard opening and closing his mouth, looking for something to say.
Happy Holidays,hllangel from your Secret Writer!
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mangy_mongrelSummary: Aziraphale/Crowley, brief mentions of Pepper/War and Adam/Brian/Wens. Spending Christmas with the Enemy is such great fun. First time – sort of. PWP. Does not include lines like "You’re that spark of goodness in me." (although they were considered) but includes an overdose of footnotes.
Rating: NC-17
Author's notes: Title was taken from the song "The Most Wonderful Time of the Year" due to the second verse, which reads, "With those holiday greetings and gay happy meetings when friends come to call."
A lot of firsts here for me – first full-length Good Omens fic, first full-length A/C fic, first NC-17. You have taken my virginity,
hllangel! Thanks. Also, much gratefulness to betas, especially the One for helping me out with the sex scene.
Crowley did not like Christmas. He did not dislike it either. He was, to put it plainly, ambivalent about the whole affair. Of course, it did amuse him that firstly, the day had been a pagan holiday to start with, and secondly, the birth of Jesus had been in March. Whenever he expressed this amusement to Aziraphale, however, he would earn a glower and a comment along the lines of, “It’s the thought that counts.”
Now he was occupied in watching the merrymakers out in full force on the pavement below his apartment. Some were well-sloshed and some were on the way there. He ought to have felt proud, for he had had a hand in causing all this gluttony and greed and whatnot, but after doing this year upon year upon year, all he felt now was tired. Crowley fell bonelessly on his couch and turned on his sleek new television set. The sound from its speakers almost covered up the sound of Aziraphale puttering around in his kitchen.
Yes, he had Aziraphale over. No, it wasn’t his idea. The blasted angel had insisted on coming over every Christmas and Easter and even on random weekends ever since the Apocalypse-that-wasn’t. The little old lady on the floor below had begun giving them winks and smiles. That was before she had passed on, of course. He wondered what had become of her. Wherever she was, she was probably still winking at them, though.
A redhead on the television set caught his eye. What precisely drew his eye, however, was the shade of her auburn tresses at the edge of the crowd. A crowd that was listening to the Dalai Lama. The redhead was unmistakeably War; yet there did not seem to be any fights breaking out. He could see her fidgeting, though. She leaned in to whisper into the ear of the girl in front of her. Well, well, well. Who would have thought? Love had conquered War. He saw War pull the girl backwards, and almost gasped in surprise, before grinning, when he saw the girl’s face. He never forgot a face. The two women disappeared from the edge of the crowd. It looked like a fight might be brewing 1.
Just then, Aziraphale called out, “Dinner’s ready!” Crowley didn’t turn off the set, and the noise permeated the whole apartment. Aziraphale suspected that Pollution had just passed by.
1. For those of you interested in the fight, it was mostly a lovers’ tiff, where lines like “It’s not you, it’s me.” and “We can’t be together like this.” were the weapons. No claws were extended, although War did try to blow off steam in Iraq after that.
***
By the time dinner was done, Pepper and War had been replaced by a cheesy Christmas movie. Crowley watched it half-heartedly, bloated with goose and pudding and mince pies and all sorts of goodies that Aziraphale had conjured up2 in the kitchen. Aziraphale soon joined him on the overstuffed sofa, and handed over a glass of mulled wine. Aziraphale made the best mulled wine that Crowley knew of, and the demon downed it all in one gulp. He held out his glass for more, and Aziraphale wordlessly filled it up again. They sat in companionable silence for a while.
The mulled wine was almost gone3, when at last Aziraphale broke the silence. “So, War and Pepper, huh? Always figured that it’d be Adam and Pepper.”
“Nah. Adam’sss a free agent, although at this point in time he’ss currently busy with his friendsss. Brian, I think one of them’s called, and the other who looks like he was born forty-ssseven. Busy getting to know each other in the Biblical senssse, if you know what I mean.” Crowley would have nudged Aziraphale, but demons didn’t do things like that. However, he did give Aziraphale a wink. Aziraphale blinked and said, “Good Lord. Really?” Crowley smiled like the Mona Lisa4.
Feeling a little muzzy from the mulled wine, Crowley placed a hand on Aziraphale’s thigh, stroking gently. “’s a nice pattern5 you have there, angel.” He didn’t object when Aziraphale waved a hand at the television set, turning it off. Then his mind suddenly snapped back as he registered what his hand was doing. He looked up at the angel. Aziraphale’s face was blank behind his glasses. Crowley began to slowly withdraw his hand, all the while blessing himself for his stupidity. He made to get up and leave while he still could in one piece, but at that moment, Aziraphale broke out of his trance and said simply, “Don’t.” Aziraphale reached up and pulled Crowley down on the sofa again. When Crowley did not resume his activities, Aziraphale reached out blindly, and placed a tentative kiss on Crowley’s lips. Crowley’s tongue snaked out quickly against Aziraphale’s lips, and it was Aziraphale’s turn to draw back. Crowley opened his eyes, leaning forward still, and saw Aziraphale sitting and watching him with a bemused expression on his face. That’s it, Crowley thought. No angel looks at me like that. He struck out quickly, causing Aziraphale’s head to catch on the corner of the previously white sofa.
Lips sliding over lips, teeth clacking over teeth, both of them refused to give up control. They wrestled for dominance until Crowley found himself pinned to his own bed, the black silken sheets smooth against his skin. He also realised that his shirt had been unbuttoned, and that Aziraphale was licking at a bit of stomach just above his belt. He moaned and felt the angel smile against his skin. Crowley fisted his hands in the slightly long, blonde hair, and brought the angel up for a long passionate kiss6. It was Aziraphale’s turn to gasp as Crowley unbuttoned his shirt partway and tweaked a nipple. Crowley’s other hand travelled downwards, and Crowley sensed himself grow harder as he felt the large bulge in Aziraphale’s trousers. “Been making an effort, haven’t we?” he panted into Aziraphale’s ear. The only reply was a moan. Suddenly he felt feathers tickling his face. He looked up to find that Aziraphale was glowing. Crowley snapped his fingers, and just as suddenly, they were naked together. The angel, to use a cliché, was the most heavenly thing he had seen. This was before he saw the angel’s cock standing up proudly and glistening with promise.
Oh fuck, thought Crowley as Aziraphale bent down. He thought that he heard choirs of angels7 as he was engulfed in warm wet heat, and then fucking freezing cold and a tongue at the tip of his cock, endlessly circling. He felt his balls being gently fondled; then without warning, he was surrounded once again by that talented mouth, and he was coming, gasping as though he needed air. His emptied cock twitched in Aziraphale’s mouth, and Crowley looked down to see the angel’s eyes darkened with lust. Well, that’s one more, he thought fuzzily. Crowley lay limp on his bed as Aziraphale climbed over him, snow white wings covering them both. Then Crowley had to hide a gasp of surprise as Aziraphale ground his hips against Crowley. Aziraphale’s expression immediately changed at the sound, and he blushed before hurriedly clambering off Crowley. Clearly he had just sobered up. Aziraphale winced before offering Crowley a fumbled kiss, and made as if to flee. Crowley put a hand up, grasped Aziraphale’s wrist and echoed Aziraphale’s word back at him. “Don’t.” And he added words of his own. “I want you to fuck me.” He sobered up, and immediately noticed that his own wings were spanning the bed as well. “I want you to fuck me senseless.” Then as Aziraphale drew near again, Crowley whispered, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for today.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” was the reply that was murmured back at him. “I might have waited longer than you.” Crowley went still.
Finally, he managed to mutter, “Fucking hell, angel.” Said angel merely smiled at him.
“Are you ready then?” said Aziraphale, as he traced a lazy finger along the centre of Crowley’s chest. At that, Crowley felt himself begin to stiffen again.
“Am I ever,” Crowley hissed. “Bet that you’d like to plunge your flaming sword into me, wouldn’t you, angel?”
“I am going to smite you so hard, demon, that you won’t be able to move for a week. Of course, that might not be entirely due to the smiting…” smiled Aziraphale, as Crowley shuddered under his finger, which oh-so-accidentally slipped into Crowley’s mouth as the angel traced a nice cheekbone. Crowley suckled greedily and Aziraphale’s cock convulsed in reply. Pushing his finger into Crowley’s entrance8, Aziraphale moved with the speed of a tiger, calmly stalking its prey. Crowley hissed, closing his eyes at the sensation; his erection was back in full force. Aziraphale abruptly stepped away, and Crowley whined at the loss. He opened his eyes to see an innocent-looking angel – well, as innocent-looking an angel can get with one hand around a straining cock and a decidedly unangelic smirk on his pretty face. Not that Crowley thought that Aziraphale was pretty9, of course. He was thinking more along the lines of, That fucking tease!
Aziraphale stood at the foot of the bed, looking appreciatively at the spread before him. Then the serpent mewled as Aziraphale showed that he, too, knew how to do a few tricks with his tongue. Crowley moaned, and tried to bear down, but Aziraphale was too quick. He withdrew his tongue, and knelt in front of Crowley, placing his hands on the demon’s thighs. Crowley’s groin bounced up, uncontrollably, and it was at that moment that Crowley decided that he had had enough. With inhuman dexterity, he flipped Aziraphale on his back, and in one swift stroke impaled himself on Aziraphale’s cock. They both hissed. Pants filled the air as they waited, chests heaving with unneeded oxygen. The searing heat was slowly – oh so slowly! – replaced by indescribable pleasure. For a moment Crowley thought the cocktail of pain and pleasure might have been too much, but then he felt… fulfilled. Rearing back, he heard a primal sound thunder through the room, and realised that it was the both of them moaning at the same time. As he moved, however, Crowley could feel a tight, tight heat around his cock move in the same rhythm. Even though his eyes had been fogged with lust, they were still adamant that there was nothing surrounding his cock. Under him, Aziraphale writhed, and thrust up his hips. Crowley felt that tight heat surround his cock entirely as he was speared completely by Aziraphale. He decided to bless it all, and just feel, answering every thrust, every moan and every kiss, with one of his own. Neither of them realised that they had begun to rise off the bed. There was electricity crackling in the room10. It filled the air; Crowley felt it crackling along his skin, and wondered, for a brief coherent second, if Aziraphale could feel it too. Then suddenly he knew the answer to that. He could not have explained it then, but he knew that Aziraphale felt it too. Aziraphale had now taken the upper hand, forcefully moving in and out, in and out, and Crowley willingly surrendered himself to Heaven’s tender mercies11. Time seemed to slow down, and he could see and hear and feel every thrust as Aziraphale’s cock glided in and out of his passage, every pant, every moan, every shimmer. Then, Time’s bubble burst with a tinkling sound12, and almost simultaneously, they came, shuddering, and for a brief moment it seemed as if the world had winked out of existence.
2. Not literally.
3. Aziraphale had made a large batch this year – drinking all of it would have probably knocked out an elephant. It was just enough to get two ethereal beings rather drunk.
4. If the Mona Lisa had yellow, slitted pupils, artfully tousled black hair, sunglasses and was a man-shaped being. Perhaps it might have been more accurate to say that Crowley didn’t smile like the Mona Lisa.
5. For the record, it wasn’t tartan. Rather, it was tweed.
6. They were glad* that they didn’t have to breathe.
*More than glad, really.
7. And he was, as it turned out, right; although the noun describing the number of heavenly beings should have been singular.
8. Technically it was an exit, but seeing as how ethereal and infernal beings don’t really have bodily functions unless they want to, at that point in time it was an entrance.
9. If you must know, Crowley thought that Aziraphale was beautiful.
10. It was entirely different, yet totally identical to how static electricity arches from the screen of an old cathode-ray television set to your hand. The standing of hair is optional.
11. Well, Heaven’s tender mercies as they were dealt out by a certain angel, although they were currently anything but tender.
12.which sounded suspiciously like a giggle.
***
“What the fuck was that?” exclaimed Crowley as they both figuratively and literally came down.
“I, er, wanted to see what it was like on the receiving end, and so I, um, tapped into your mind. Nothing much, just your senses. Honest.” said Aziraphale nervously. The blushing angel was back. Crowley pretended to look aghast – no, hurt. Hurt was better. “I have no idea what just happened!” continued Aziraphale.
This was when the phrase “I’m not sure that it’s actually possible for you to do evil” came swirling back into his mind. It had been a long time ago. Bringing himself back to the present, Crowley huffed, and said, “That was sneaky, angel. Very, very sneaky. And sexy as hell,” Crowley smirked.
Aziraphale let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. Then with a leer of his own, he leant forwards and took one of Crowley’s nipples in his mouth. They gasped at the same time. “Oh, fuck.” breathed Aziraphale. He was slowly beginning to comprehend what exactly had just happened. Then he carefully lapped up the ejaculate from Crowley’s still heaving stomach. His tongue lingered over the sides of Crowley’s waist, tasting the sweat there.
“So how do I taste?” asked Crowley. He had come over all giggly, and wasn’t quite sure why. It was Aziraphale who was ticklish around his waist.
“I don’t quite know how to describe it, really.” said Aziraphale, looking up from where he had been dabbling his tongue in Crowley’s navel13. The look on Aziraphale’s face was so incongruous with what they had been doing; it was the same look he wore when he was trying out a fine wine. “I think… I accidentally created a two-way street for our senses, so I felt what you were feeling, and you felt what I was feeling, while still feeling what we were still feeling at the same time. Either that, or I fused us together.”
Crowley lay back on his bed, and did the best impression of a goldfish that he could14. Worriedly, Aziraphale started to say something, but was cut off by a sweet and tender kiss, courtesy of Crowley. Then Crowley spoke. “That was fucking… awesome.” Aziraphale smiled at Crowley, and snuggled into his embrace. They slept, one spooned around the other.
They woke up to find that they could no longer feel what the other was feeling. Aziraphale couldn’t decide if this was a good thing or not. Crowley, on the other hand, took the chance to nibble on Aziraphale’s shoulder. It wasn’t long before Aziraphale had him pinned to his miracled-clean sheets again.
Crowley was quite sure that the little old lady was cheering for them, somewhere.
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13.Why ethereal beings have things like navels is open for discussion. A certain angel argued that it made him feel closer to Man, while a certain demon said that it just looked interesting.
14.Which in actual fact was nothing like a goldfish; it looked more like a flash bastard opening and closing his mouth, looking for something to say.
Happy Holidays,
hllangel from your Secret Writer!
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*fans herself despite the fact that it's 20 degrees outside*
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Dude, there needs to be more supernatural!smex in this fandom. I mean, now I realize that YEAH, the way everyone has them doing it is too human. Whooo. I'm glad I read this before writing the Calendfic.
Ahem. *WOW*. *dies*
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I was going to add more footnotes, but decided that they would probably be overkill. Glad to see that you liked them though!
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*beams* Glad to be of service!
Um. That didn't come out quite the way I intended it. Oh well. XD
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die of suspense! Although perhaps if you do finish it, everyone will die of too much Gay Angelism.
Heehee. Glad you liked it, and yes, I was aiming for supernatural!smex. They can be human when they choose to be, and they can be supernatural when they choose to be. That's the beauty of this pair. I just wanted their first time together to be a little more special, y'know?
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die of suspense! Although perhaps if you do finish it, everyone will die of too much Gay Angelism."
Aww, thank you, honey! ^^ No worries, there won't be death by suspense, and after today's, there won't be death by Gay Angelism either. XD
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I kept snorting with laughter through the whole thing, which is a testament to your writing, since the actual book makes me do the same thing. I love love love it, and I can't wait to find out who you are so that I can actually thank you more.
It was HOT.
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I think you know how much I enjoy this, already. But indulge me as I tell you again.
I think you do a great job balancing humor, smut, and their characterizations. Also, I like the smut plot line -- something you said in a comment above... you wanted their first time to be rather special? Yep, this is certainly special!
Excellent work!
xoxoMary
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stalkinglooking through your LJ to find what kinda fics you liked but you didn't have any listed so I just went with whatever my weird mind conjured up.Teehee. I do hope that it was the footnotes that caused the snortage, because I'm not so sure that Crowley and Az would appreciate snortage over um, them getting it on. XD
*beams* *cannot stop beaming* *attempts to wipe smile off face as is supposed to be emo today, but, oh well* *beams some more*
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*blushes at all the praise* The smut plot line just wanted to be written, so I wrote it! :D
Crowley-muse would like to say: It was ssscertainly special! Oh gosh, he just flicked his tongue at Az-muse's ear. Oh no... *runs away from smex!plot bunny*
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Yay for supernatural!smex! :)
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Well apart from being old and dead...
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:D
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That was bloody perfect!