The angel laid a hand on his arm. “Aren’t we close to – ”
Crowley ripped off his sunglasses and glared at the angel in a way that brought the conversation to an over-aware halt. “If you touch me again, I am pulling this car over and we are not getting out.”
“Oh.” Aziraphale removed his hand quickly. “Sorry.” There wasn’t much more you could say to two yellow eyes that glowed practically neon and Morse-coded the message two-months-with-only-my-hands-don’t-you-dare-tempt-me-you-right-bastard straight into your chest and gut and throat.
“Fuck me,” he grumbled, raising a hand to his eyes in annoyance.
“Later, dear boy, when we’re somewhere more comfortable,” was the furtive reply.
The hand slipped down an inch and two intent eyes peered up at Aziraphale’s decidedly un-dithering face.
“Right,” said Crowley purposefully, lifting himself from the seat with renewed enthusiasm.
They were sure to get back to the city in record time, with or without proper road signs.
That just sums up Aziraphale's inner bastard PERFECTLY.
And oh my, need I even mention how JEALOUS I was of Anathema? Although I must say, as a Hindu and as someone who practices crystal therapy and a bit of yoga, I never considered such a use for chakras.
The sex was BEAUTIFUL. It wasn't traditional human-bits sex and yet it wass sstill sso ssenssuouss that it hass me hisssing like thisss. Ssexy. And did I mention how jealousss I wass of Anathema?! And ooh, I loved the physicality bringing nice perks bit!
However, I do not speak French and I have no idea what they were saying; a translation would be lovely. ;)
All in all, an absolutely lovely fic, and I am in awe of your writing skills! You win the Internets!
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Date: 2009-08-24 09:50 am (UTC)The angel laid a hand on his arm. “Aren’t we close to – ”
Crowley ripped off his sunglasses and glared at the angel in a way that brought the conversation to an over-aware halt. “If you touch me again, I am pulling this car over and we are not getting out.”
“Oh.” Aziraphale removed his hand quickly. “Sorry.” There wasn’t much more you could say to two yellow eyes that glowed practically neon and Morse-coded the message two-months-with-only-my-hands-don’t-you-dare-tempt-me-you-right-bastard straight into your chest and gut and throat.
Aww, poor sexually frustrated Crowley! *glomps him*
“Fuck me,” he grumbled, raising a hand to his eyes in annoyance.
“Later, dear boy, when we’re somewhere more comfortable,” was the furtive reply.
The hand slipped down an inch and two intent eyes peered up at Aziraphale’s decidedly un-dithering face.
“Right,” said Crowley purposefully, lifting himself from the seat with renewed enthusiasm.
They were sure to get back to the city in record time, with or without proper road signs.
That just sums up Aziraphale's inner bastard PERFECTLY.
And oh my, need I even mention how JEALOUS I was of Anathema? Although I must say, as a Hindu and as someone who practices crystal therapy and a bit of yoga, I never considered such a use for chakras.
The sex was BEAUTIFUL. It wasn't traditional human-bits sex and yet it wass sstill sso ssenssuouss that it hass me hisssing like thisss. Ssexy. And did I mention how jealousss I wass of Anathema?! And ooh, I loved the physicality bringing nice perks bit!
However, I do not speak French and I have no idea what they were saying; a translation would be lovely. ;)
All in all, an absolutely lovely fic, and I am in awe of your writing skills! You win the Internets!