Happy Holidays, Snowfilly!
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go_exchangeRecipient: Snowfilly
Word Count: 1308
Rating: M
Summary: The aftermath of Aziraphale and Crowley’s picnic—not an afternoon lunch, but a nighttime treat.
In the dead of night atop the roof of a nondescript building in a nondescript area in the south of England lay a soft picnic blanket. And atop that picnic blanket lay a picnic basket, surrounded by the remnants of food and drink well enjoyed, as well as the two beings who had enjoyed them.
They had nowhere to be and nothing to do. It was a kind of freedom that was rarely afforded to them in their existences, but which had become increasingly common.
“Has anyone told you how beautiful the stars you made are?” Aziraphale asked.
“Can’t say they have,” replied Crowley. “Not like the humans know I did ‘em in the first place.”
“Well, I’m telling you. They’re really all delightful, but my favorite bit is the nebula over...” Aziraphale squinted, then pointed to a portion of the sky that seemed to be completely black. “There! It has such lovely shades of yellow and orange. And it sparkles in such a pretty way.”
Crowley looked over to where Aziraphale was sitting next to him on the picnic blanket, an expression of pure delight on his face. “Glad one of us gets to see it, anyway.”
“Oh! Should I put the other eyes away?” To Crowley’s eye, there seemed to be nothing amiss with Aziraphale at all—but that was the thing about having a bunch of eyes in a bunch of different dimensions, they were invisible to others.
“No, don’t bother. It’s good to know that one hasn’t exploded yet. And it won’t, if it knows what’s good for it.”
“...Crowley, are you threatening the stars?”
“What? It works for the plants, doesn’t it?”
“By a certain definition of ‘works,’ perhaps, but you know that the plants started doing better once I started praising them—they’re much less jittery now. And more to the point, stars aren’t plants.”
Crowley rolled his eyes. “Technicalities, all of it.”
Drenched in moonlight, basking in the literal glow of the stars and the emotional glow of each other, all that the angel and demon had were themselves and the beautiful sight above them. With light pollution at a modern low—one might say miraculously low—there was nothing stopping even a demon with only two eyes from being able to appreciate the spread of twinkling stars in the night sky above them.
Although Crowley wasn’t sure if ‘appreciate’ was the right word. A very, very long time ago, before the concept of time even existed, he had been proud of these stars, but now they seemed the equivalent of a droopy, misshapen pot created by someone who had just learned to use a pottery wheel the day before. Worth keeping for sentimental value, but too ugly to be shown off. Especially since he could no longer see inside the nebulae he had created—at least not without leaving Earth itself, but he wasn’t going to end the picnic just for that.
Crowley looked over at Aziraphale, who was still marvelling at the sky. “Angel, is there any particular reason you wanted us to have a nighttime picnic? On a rooftop?”
“I thought your stars would make for a good view,” answered Aziraphale, still looking up.
A sudden twinge of embarrassment—of feeling uncomfortably seen—went through Crowley. “I hope they haven’t disappointed you too much, then.” He wished he could take an astronomically large blanket and cover the sky with it, perhaps ply Aziraphale with sweets until he forgot about the stars completely.
But Aziraphale simply turned to look at Crowley. There seemed to be a slight sparkle in his eyes, a mirror of the stars twinkling above them. “Not at all, dearest. They’re beautiful.”
“Yeah?” Crowley replied, not quite successful in sounding casual about it.
They were already sitting next to each other, but Aziraphale moved even closer to Crowley, within arm’s length now. “Crowley,” he said, gently tracing down his snake mark and across his jawline, “You know I don’t think the stars are the only beautiful sight here.”
“Do I know that?” Crowley asked in reply, a faux-innocent tone to his voice.
“You do.”
“Mmm. You’ll have to remind me, I think. Nothing’s coming to mind.”
“Oh, you damnable fiend—” Aziraphale interrupted himself by kissing Crowley deeply, tugging at his scarf to bring the demon closer to him. Crowley moaned into it before Aziraphale pulled back just slightly and removed the scarf altogether. “Really, I don’t think you get told enough how wonderful you are.”
“And I take it that’s something you plan on addressing?”
“Absolutely,” said Aziraphale as he tugged Crowley’s jacket off of him. “One might call me duty-bound.”
“I dunno. I’m getting mixed messages here. I mean, calling me a fiend and telling me how wonderful I am? You have to admit those are a bit contradictory.”
Aziraphale went to work at unbuttoning Crowley’s waistcoat. “I promise when I call you a fiend I only mean it in the most affectionate way possible. Usually. Now lift your arms, dear.”
Crowley laughed but did as he was told, and then Aziraphale pulled Crowley’s shirt up and over his head. Aziraphale drew back away from Crowley, his eyes scanning the now-topless demon hungrily.
“Gorgeous. I could stare at you like this forever.”
“Really?” asked Crowley, tilting an eyebrow just slightly.
“Truthfully, no,” answered Aziraphale as he went to work on Crowley’s trousers. “There are too many other things I’d like to do to you.”
“Far be it from me to keep you away from those, then.”
“It’s much appreciated. It’d be even more appreciated if you didn’t insist on wearing clothing that requires miracles to take off, I think.” Despite the grumbling, the trousers and accompanying underwear came off suspiciously easily, leaving Crowley completely nude while Aziraphale was still fully clothed.
“Think something might be a bit, ah, mismatched here, angel?” Crowley shivered a little in the sudden contact with the air, even though it was still warm out.
“Hmm. Would you rather take my clothes off yourself, or would you prefer watching me remove them on my own?”
“Giving me a choice? And here I was thinking you’d just keep manhandling me all night.” Crowley made a show of seeming to thoughtfully debate each option in his mind.
“That can certainly be arranged...”
Crowley suddenly sped himself towards Aziraphale, undoing his bow tie. “Giving you a taste of your own medicine.”
“You say that as if—ah...” Aziraphale’s retort was interrupted by Crowley licking a line up his neck before nibbling just slightly on his earlobe. “Now t-that’s...not playing fair...”
“You stopped playing fair the second you started taking my clothes off,” replied Crowley, who was making quick work of the buttons on Aziraphale’s waistcoat. “Deserves a turnabout, I think.”
“W-Well—You—” Crowley kissed away whatever retort Aziraphale had as he started on the buttons of his shirt.
Soon enough, both angel and demon were naked, and Aziraphale placed an arm around Crowley’s waist as they both lay tangled together on the blanket. Crowley thought Aziraphale’s hand might stay there, but to not much surprise, it soon began to wander, his fingers leaving feather-light touches across Crowley’s stomach, ribs, chest. Crowley shivered, and not from the chill in the air. “So—So much for manhandling, huh?”
“I’ll get there in time. But right now…” Aziraphale trailed off, his gaze moving to the sky and then back to Crowley. “Well, your freckles…”
Crowley tilted his head, confused by the sudden change in topic. “What about them?”
“They remind me of the stars, is all.”
“Oh. Now you’re just being a sap.”
“It’s true!” Aziraphale huffed, then softened again, leaning down to press a kiss to a mark just next to one of Crowley’s nipples. “Exploring the stars would be a long undertaking. But this is something we can do right here and right now.”
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Date: 2023-12-20 02:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2023-12-23 04:10 am (UTC)They are the BEST saps! Loving each other SO much :) Thank you!
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Date: 2023-12-29 05:37 am (UTC)Yes Crowley, we all feel that way going through our old fics :)
This is lovely, heartfelt and sexy at once. Well-done!
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Date: 2023-12-29 09:22 pm (UTC)Loved their banter <3 And freckles-stars <3