Happy Holidays, rainbow_salt!

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Title: Convincing Arguments
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Crowley had never been one to resist a challenge when one was presented to her, so she had decided to enrol in a basic course on English literature to prove Anathema wrong. It was her own pettiness that kept her glued to the seat when the professor walked in front of the class. White coat, a worn-out waistcoat, beige trousers, and an angelic smile. Crowley had spent several nights fantasizing about that smile and here he was, explaining the curriculum of the course in a competent and professional manner.

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Crowley took a sip from the glass on the counter. The bar was loud, as one would expect any bar in a university town to be on a Friday night at the beginning of the school year. None of Crowley’s friends had wanted to go out though, so Crowley was sitting on her own, enjoying her one drink before going back home.

“Hey there, want some company?” a drunk student said to Crowley, winking at her.

“Not especially,” Crowley answered, eyeing the student, who looked like he was having the time of his life. The guy was attractive enough, but looked like he would talk about his business investments and crypto schemes all night if Crowley gave him a chance.

“I’m Warlock. You want to join our table?” the guy continued, and Crowley turned to look at the table he was pointing at. It was full of students ten years younger than Crowley, and Crowley grimaced internally at the thought of spending the night in their company.

“Not today, sorry. Maybe some other time,” Crowley said, and gave the guy a look that she hoped would be interpreted as a smile. The guy shrugged and carried a tray of shots to the table. Crowley heard cheers and whoops from the table as she turned back to her whisky.

Last year, Crowley had, after years and years, left the shady business she had been working for since she was a teenager, and applied to college. She was studying engineering and enjoyed it, although her peers were a decade younger than her. Despite spending her days solving differential equations with them, Crowley felt she was definitely too old for the student party scene and preferred to spend time with the other older students. It was worth it to go out every once in a while, though, just to stop herself from gathering dust alone in her small apartment watching the Golden Girls or the Good Place again.

Besides, there was always the slight possibility that Crowley would meet someone she’d like to go home with, not that she was holding out hopes for that to happen.

Crowley emptied her glass and spent a moment browsing her phone in case anyone had answered her earlier messages asking for company. Anathema had responded, but apparently, she was having a date night with Newt. Frowning at her phone, Crowley put it back in her pocket and gathered her coat, prepared to leave. The front door of the bar opened, bringing with it the sound of wind and rain. Crowley raised her eyes in the direction of the open door, wondering if she should wait for a while until the rain stopped, when she caught sight of the absolutely most attractive man she had seen for a while.

The man looked like a real-life angel. He had blond, curly hair that was currently wet from the rain, but Crowley could imagine it forming a light, fluffy cloud around his head on a normal day. He was dressed in soft beiges and whites and was shaking dry a tartan-patterned umbrella. He looked soft in every sense, from his hair, to his body, to his manners. He couldn't have been more than a couple of years older than Crowley, but it was as if he had escaped from some Victorian romance novel, and Crowley needed to talk to him to find out if he was a jerk. She hadn’t put on her coat yet, so keeping it on her arm, she sauntered to where the angel had taken a seat on the bar counter. He looked alarmed when Crowley talked to him.

“Hello,” Crowley said. “May I sit down?”

The angel eyed Crowley’s coat, but Crowley noticed his eyes lingering on her legs and neckline, which made her feel pleased that maybe her attraction was reciprocated.

“Ah, hello. Aren’t you on your way out?” the angel asked.

“I was, but apparently, it’s raining.” Crowley grinned and looked at the angel over her sunglasses, giving him a little wink.

“Quite right. In that case, can I take your coat and put it on the coat rack? I believe you would be more comfortable,” the angel said, and Crowley was delighted that the angel was even acting like a Victorian gentleman.

“Thank you,” Crowley said and sat down. She was very pleased that she had decided to wear a dress tonight, even though she didn’t always feel comfortable advertising her feminine side. The knee-high boots she wore were clearly helping in catching the angel’s attention.

“Would you like to drink something?” the angel asked.

“Talisker, please,” Crowley said. “Thank you.”

“Red wine for me and Talisker for… them,” the angel said. The bartender nodded, and the angel turned back to Crowley. “I apologise. I do not know your pronouns. Or your name.”

“Name is Crowley. Pronouns she/they,” Crowley said. “And you?”

“Aziraphale, he/him,” the angel said. “Very nice to meet you.”

“I haven’t seen you here before,” Crowley said when she had a drink in her hand again.

“You wouldn’t have,” Aziraphale said. “I have just moved after my new job.”

“Oh?” Crowley asked. “Why here then? Family nearby?”

Aziraphale huffed.

“The opposite. I… am not on speaking terms with my family. We have some deep-seated moral differences.”

“I know all about that,” Crowley admitted. “I don’t talk much to my family either.”

A look of understanding passed between them, and although their discussion turned to more light-hearted topics, the feeling that Aziraphale understood her, never left Crowley. The further the night moved, the flirtier Crowley became. The gentle smiles and soft laughter of the angel were driving her mad, and even though Aziraphale didn’t seem quite as enthusiastic about going home with Crowley tonight, he never tried to stop the conversation.

After almost two hours of discussion about philosophy, religion, nature, and even some politics, Aziraphale yawned.

“I’m sorry, my dear. It’s been a long week, and I’m afraid it’s past my bedtime. I was only supposed to come in for one drink, but your company proved to be too enchanting to cut the night short.”

“That’s good to hear, angel,” Crowley said, putting her hand on top of Aziraphale and stroking the soft skin of his wrist with her fingers. “Any chance of seeing you again?”

Aziraphale stared at their hands, turned his own to grasp at Crowley’s.

“I’m afraid my schedule will be a bit full for the next few weeks,” he said and looked at Crowley. “That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t love to see you again once I have free time.”

The angel probably had no idea how adorable and sexy he was being. An impressive feat really.

“Give me your phone,” Crowley asked, and without questioning it, Aziraphale opened his phone screen and handed it over. Crowley added her phone number and sent herself a message, before giving the phone back. “There. Now we have each other’s numbers. You can let me know when you have some free time.”

Aziraphale smiled.

“Thank you, my dear. I definitely will. Are you fine with getting yourself home safely?”

“I’m an adult, angel. I can handle myself,” Crowley grinned. Aziraphale gave her a long look and nodded.

“I’m sure you can.”

Then he got up from his seat and collected his umbrella. Looking hesitant, he leaned down and pressed an infuriatingly soft kiss on Crowley’s cheek.

“Good night, my dear.”

“Night, angel,” Crowley said stunned by how fucking perfect the man was. She wasn’t sure whether she was ever going to hear from him again, but she really hoped she would.

---

To her delight, Crowley did hear from Aziraphale the next week. He apologised for having such a busy schedule, but asked if he would be allowed to take her to dinner after her start of autumn busy season was over. Crowley promised he could take her wherever he wanted. Wherever he would be, she’d come to him. When it took some time for Aziraphale to answer her, she was sure that she had scared him off with her too-obvious enthusiasm.

But no. The angel texted her back that he could not wait. After that, they had kept on messaging back and forth, and every exchange made Crowley more interested in knowing him better. But the fact was that autumn term was about to start too, and she couldn’t afford to spend all her time pining after a man she had met once. She had her own shit to do, and the angel was worth waiting until he had time for her. For now, it was enough for her that he’d keep texting her.

---

Crowley sat in the auditorium with her strong cup of coffee, cursing anyone who had decided it was perfectly acceptable for this lecture to start at 8 am. At least the university café was open already, so Crowley could beg the barista Nina to make her the usual six shots of espresso. Then again, it was her own stubbornness that had her sitting here and watching the bright young freshers come into the room.

It wasn’t completely Crowley’s fault. Not in her own opinion, at least. A while back, she had been spending a night with Anathema and Newt — and incredible amounts of alcohol — and they’d started discussing her studies.

“It’s a good thing you don’t need to read any books for your degree,” Anathema quipped. “I doubt you could sit still long enough to pass any courses. Or God forbid, write any essays.”

“What are you talking about? I need to read books and write essays!” Crowley frowned. “I like reading.”

“Come on, you mostly calculate things in that brilliant brain of yours and build things,” Anathema rolled her eyes. “I’m not saying you’re not smart enough or don’t like reading. Obviously, you are and do. You just wouldn’t have the patience to sit down and read some book that you absolutely hate.”

They had ended up changing the topic soon after, but the drunken conversation had stayed at the back of Crowley’s mind. She had never been one to resist a challenge when one was presented to her, so she had decided to enrol in a basic course on English literature to prove Anathema wrong. So it was her own pettiness that kept her glued to the seat when the professor walked in front of the class.

Crowley was busy opening the notes app on her iPad when the professor first spoke. Recognizing that voice, Crowley froze and slowly raised her gaze to the person in front of the room. White coat, a worn-out waistcoat, beige trousers, and an angelic smile. Crowley had spent several nights fantasizing about that smile and here he was, explaining the curriculum of the course in a competent and professional manner. Quickly, Crowley opened the course info she had barely glanced through when she had registered for the course, and there, right there, it said that Professor A.Z. Fell would be teaching the course.

Fuck. Her. Life.

Yeah, sure, this meant she would know where to find the angel for the entire autumn term, but it also placed them in quite an unfortunate power imbalance.

Wasn’t that kind of hot though? a small,. wicked voice said at the back of Crowley’s brain, but she waved away the thoughts of Aziraphale disciplining her for not doing her homework.

Aziraphale was explaining the books they would read and the exercises that the students would have to do during the course, which went from answering multiple choice questions to writing essays on the literature. It was a lot of work, but no more than Crowley would have to do for any engineering course. The only difference was that the subject was different, and she’d have to pay attention to different things. It had been a while since Crowley had done any literature analysis, though, so she raised her hand to ask a question.

She could see Aziraphale freeze and feel the air crackling with tension when their eyes met.

“Ah, yes,” Aziraphale said. “Do you have a question?”

“Yes, sir,” Crowley said and saw Aziraphale shudder. “If we need help with some of the assignments, should we contact you by email or do you have office hours?”

“Hm, both are good options,” Aziraphale shook himself and stepped right back into the teacher mode. “My office hours are on Tuesdays from 2 to 4 pm and Thursdays from 10 am to noon. I will also be in my office on most Fridays after my last class ends at 3 pm, but I cannot guarantee when I will leave. All of you are free to drop by and ask any questions you have about the assignments or discuss the grading.”

“Thanks,” Crowley said, and wrote the times down on her iPad.

The rest of the class went quickly, but by the end of it, Crowley had decided to make this class her priority for these couple of months. Not only to show Anathema she could do it, but also to show herself, and most importantly, Aziraphale, that she was taking his subject seriously.

---

“Miss, uh, sorry, Crowley, could you stay behind for a moment?” Aziraphale asked when the students were packing their things and leaving the auditorium. Crowley raised their eyebrows and nodded.

“What’s up, Professor Fell?” she said in a sultry voice that made Aziraphale shudder. He swallowed and thought about what would be the most professional way to get his message across.

“In the light of our, hm, current power dynamics, I, ah, think we should ignore whatever plans we had before today,” Aziraphale said. “I do not date my students, and I hope you understand my position.”

“I’m not your student though,” Crowley said. “Not really. I study engineering, and I’m only taking this course because… a friend suggested it.”

“Be that as it may, I wouldn’t feel comfortable dating you as long as I’m deciding on your final grade,” Aziraphale explained, trying not to pay attention to how effortlessly attractive Crowley was.

“So what you’re saying is that after you’ve decided on my grade in a little over three months, you would be open to dating me?” Crowley smirked.

“Crowley, I’m sure a beautiful person like yourself has a lot of offers from your fellow students,” Aziraphale pleaded.

“Oh please, my fellow students are mostly more than a decade my junior,” Crowley said, waving their elegant hand in the air. “Besides, I have my eye set on one specific English professor. So if you don’t mind, I won’t be losing hope yet. I will understand if you find someone else, though.”

Someone more beautiful, more attractive than Crowley? Impossible.

“Crowley…”

“I get it, angel. You don’t date your students, and I will respect that. If there was nothing else, I need to get to my next class,” Crowley said. “Have a good rest of your day, Professor.”

Aziraphale felt infuriated and aroused by the clear dismissal. He would have his hands full for the rest of the term with Crowley. Of that, he was certain.

---

One month later, Aziraphale knew he had been right about Crowley keeping him on his toes. They were active in the classroom, offering unique viewpoints and convincing arguments on the pieces they had been reading, and although it was clear they hadn’t been writing many formal essays for a while, their writing more than made up for it in the discussion parts. Some ideas they introduced had made Aziraphale think about books he had read dozens of times in completely new light.

The worst part of it was, though, when Crowley visited him during his office hours. They never came without a reason, and always had intelligent questions to ask the professor, but it was hard for Aziraphale to deny his attraction to the student when they were sitting alone in his small office and getting into deep philosophical discussions about literature.

Well, Aziraphale could manage to hold himself in check. There was no way he was going to throw away his reputation when he had worked so hard to get into the position he was in. Maybe if Crowley wasn’t his student anymore… But no. It was only a silly crush that Crowley had, and they would get over it soon enough.

One afternoon, Aziraphale was leaving the university when he noticed he had forgotten his umbrella at home. It wasn’t raining yet, but the weather looked gloomy, so Aziraphale hurried to the bus stop next to the building. There was usually a bus every ten or so minutes this time in the afternoon, but this time he had waited for longer than that when he heard thunder rumbling. It had begun to drizzle, and Aziraphale pulled his coat tighter around himself.

Maybe he should call a taxi instead of waiting for the rain to get worse.

And it was getting worse. Considering going back inside, Aziraphale saw a black car driving past him, splashing some water onto the pavement, clearly speeding, although the roads must have been slippery from the now-pouring rain. Then the car suddenly made a U-turn, stopping right in front of the bus stop. The door on his side opened, and Aziraphale was shocked to see Crowley sitting in the driver’s seat.

“You look like you need a lift,” Crowley said.

“Ah, I don’t know whether that’s a good idea,” Aziraphale said, leaning down to look into the car.

“Get in the car, angel, before the downpour turns into a flood,” Crowley shouted over the thunder and rain. Aziraphale hesitated for just a moment, but when lightning flashed overhead, he hugged his bag and got inside the waiting Bentley.

“Thank you, my dear,” Aziraphale said. “The bus didn’t come, and I was just about to call a taxi when the rain started.”

“No problem, Angel,” Crowley said. “I’ll give you a lift. Anywhere you want.”

Aziraphale should have been able to resist the temptation of spending a little more time with Crowley. Really, he should have.

“Could I take you to dinner as a thank you?” Aziraphale asked. Crowley gave him a glance.

“Just as friends?” Crowley asked.

“Ah, I think that’s pushing it a little too far,” Aziraphale said. “Let’s just call it a thank you for now.”

Crowley seemed to understand that Aziraphale needed to keep his professional boundaries with them, even when the thought of breaking them was so alluring.

“Right. First dinner, then I’ll give you a lift home,” Crowley nodded. “Did you have a place in mind?”

---

They ended up going to a very nice French restaurant. The atmosphere in it felt too romantic for Aziraphale when he was trying to stop thinking about Crowley in those terms, but he had heard the food was good.

A lovely lady called Justine had just come to take their orders. Although Aziraphale didn’t speak French very well, the same couldn’t be said about Crowley, who had ordered their food and drinks in fluent French, proving once again that they were more intelligent than they pretended to be.

“…look, all I’m saying is that Shakespeare’s gloomy ones are overrated,” Crowley said. “I prefer the funny ones.”

“But my dear, Hamlet is a classic for a reason,” Aziraphale insisted, although he did see Crowley’s point.

“So is Much Ado About Nothing. Love me some miscommunication in a romantic comedy personally,” Crowley said.

“Well yes,” Aziraphale admitted. “I am fond of Jane Austen for that very reason.”

Justine brought them their food then, interrupting the flow of conversation.

“Mm, this looks scrumptious,” Aziraphale said, taking a bite of his food and letting out a satisfied sigh. Crowley had stopped to stare at him, fork halfway to their mouth. Then they seemed to shake themselves a bit and started to eat as well.

Aziraphale learned a lot more about Crowley during the dinner when they began discussing other things than literature. Most of those things made Aziraphale feel more attracted to his student, which was a dangerous road to take.

“Sorry if this is an insensitive question, but is there a reason you never take off your sunglasses?” Aziraphale asked, just to change the direction of his thoughts.

“Nothing too deep. I easily get headaches in bright lights,” Crowley shrugged. “It’s pretty dim here though, so I guess I could take them off.”

They slid the shades off and placed them on the table, and the combination of red hair and hazel eyes was striking. Aziraphale also noticed that it was much easier to read Crowley’s emotions from their face when their eyes weren’t covered. He suspected that might have been the real reason why Crowley insisted on wearing the shades most of the time, and he took it as a sign of trust that they were willing to show their eyes to Aziraphale.

“Your eyes are lovely, my dear,” Aziraphale said and went back to eating.

They probably could have gone on chatting all night, it was just that easy to talk with Crowley, but it was getting late. Aziraphale paid for both of them as he had promised and started to get up.

“Thanks, angel. I can pay the next time if we do this again,” Crowley grinned as they put their sunglasses back on. “Hey, don’t forget your bag.”

Said bag, that held some essays Aziraphale had meant to read through tonight, was still hanging from the back of his chair. Losing them would have caused an interesting discussion to have with his class.

“Oh, thank you!” Aziraphale said.

“No need to thank me. Lift home then?” Crowley grinned and headed to the door.

---

Crowley sat at the university, doing her engineering homework that she had overlooked for most of autumn. There were only a couple of weeks left of the term, and although Crowley was doing well in literature, she felt that she shouldn’t ignore her actual study subject.

In a month, Crowley would no longer be Aziraphale’s student. That brought on some possibilities that she was trying her best to ignore for now. There was clearly mutual attraction between them, but Aziraphale was too honourable to do anything about it, probably even after the term ended. That just meant that Crowley would have to be the one to make the first move.

For now, though, Crowley’s other classes would have to take a priority. Professor Tracy had reminded her class of their final exams, and Crowley would have to do some work to catch up with all the topics of the course.

At least Crowley would still see Aziraphale during the lectures twice a week, but there had been no more cosy dinners at romantic restaurants after that one time. That had been enough to prove to Crowley that it wasn’t just physical attraction between them, but also a deeper connection.

Keeping herself busy had helped Crowley avoid her growing feelings, but she dreaded the thought of spending the holidays without anything to do. She had no contact with her family and expected to spend two weeks mostly watching TV at home.

Aziraphale also had no contact with his family, a small voice reminded Crowley. So maybe they could make plans together.

Crowley sighed. That was a fun idea, but first she would have to get through the term and only after that could she do something about approaching her teacher.

It wasn’t like she was counting the days until the holidays. That would have been stupidly hopeful, and she really had a lot of work to do before she could focus on what would happen afterwards.

---

The classes had ended, and everything that needed to be submitted for final grades had been turned in. Crowley had done decently in both literature and engineering in her own opinion. The holidays were about to start, and Crowley felt nervous lingering outside Aziraphale’s office. She had been trying to gather courage to knock on the door for ten minutes and no other students had walked into the room, so she was relatively sure she was the only one who would be bothering Aziraphale today.

She raised her hand, and before she could lose her nerve again, she knocked.

“Enter,” the muffled voice called through the door and Crowley did as she was told.

“Hey, Professor.”

“Good afternoon, Crowley. I thought that everyone had gone home already. What can I do for you?” Aziraphale said and smiled nervously.

“Have the grades been submitted already?” Crowley asked, hovering on the doorstep of his office. The professor had clearly sat reading papers at his desk wearing his waistcoat, his jacket on the back of his seat.

“Ah, yes. I sent them in yesterday,” Aziraphale said, gathering the papers into a neat pile and then looking up from his work. “Are you interested in knowing how you did? Surely you know you have been one of my best students.”

“I don’t give a fuck how I did,” Crowley said, pulling the door shut and locking it. “I just want to know when I’m no longer your student.”

“That would be now,” Aziraphale said. “The term is practically over, and I don’t have anything to say about your grade anymore.”

“Fantastic,” Crowley strode to Aziraphale’s desk and sat on it. “Tell me you don’t want me. I can fuck off if you don’t.”

“My dear…” Aziraphale began.

“Angel, if you don’t want me, just tell me. I’m an adult and can take a rejection,” Crowley said, knowing full well that from Aziraphale a rejection would hurt like a bitch.

“Of course I want you,” Aziraphale said. “I rather thought it was obvious. But you are a student and I…”

“Not your student, though,” Crowley said. “You’ve done your duty. Given me a grade. Gallantly did not use your position of power to take advantage, although I would have let you. Now I’m just someone who happens to study at the same university you work at, is close enough to your age to not raise any eyebrows, and would very much like you to stop being a stubborn arse and just fuck me.”

Crowley spread her legs and Aziraphale’s gaze followed the movement. When Aziraphale got up from his seat, Crowley half expected that she was going to be removed from his office, but instead Aziraphale stepped between her legs.

“You make a convincing argument,” Aziraphale said. “Could you remove your sunglasses?”

Taking the shades off and putting them on the desk, Crowley looked back at Aziraphale with challenge in her eyes.

“Are you sure?” Aziraphale asked.

“For fuck’s sake, I’ve been sure for months,” Crowley hissed, and then Aziraphale silenced her by kissing her hard.

Fuck. Crowley had known that the angel had a bastard streak underneath the formal clothes and calm manners, but she had fully expected that she’d have to coax it out of him. What Aziraphale did, instead, was to pull Crowley on the edge of the desk and kiss the living daylights out of her, like she was a buffet of all his favourite dishes, and he was starving. The cock that pressed against Crowley’s stomach was big and hard, and just thinking about it made Crowley salivate and her panties get wet.

“You are a tease,” Aziraphale whispered. “Being a smartarse in my class. Wearing clothes so tight I thought they’d need to be cut off. Challenging me in the best of ways.”

“Me? I wasn’t the one moaning around my food, or talking in that bitchy tone whenever you were claiming your authority in front of the class, or looking like a fucking angel come down to Earth… Ah!” Crowley complained, only stopping when Aziraphale bit her neck.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this here,” Aziraphale said. “I would love to take you apart in a real bed.”

“Later, angel! You can do it later,” Crowley smirked. “Besides I want you to think about me every time you sit here reading your student’s essays about Shakespeare and Austen and whoever.”

“Fiend.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, angel. Now stop wasting time and get to it.”

“So demanding,” Aziraphale smiled. “We will see how long that’ll last.”

Sliding his hands down Crowley’s body, Aziraphale kneeled on the floor and began to open Crowley’s black jeans. They were tight against her skin, but Aziraphale peeled them from her legs as if he was trying to worship every new inch of skin.

“So beautiful, my darling,” he muttered in a deep, husky voice.

The professor took off one of Crowley’s boots and freed her leg from her trousers, before turning to do the same to the other leg.

“Wait,” Crowley said. “The pocket. Look in the pocket first.”

“Mm, you came prepared,” Aziraphale said, when he pulled out several packets of condoms and placed them on the desk.

“Well, I was planning to have you, oh fuck,” Crowley gasped when Aziraphale bit her thigh gently. “But I didn’t know you were going to be a bastard and a tease about it.”

“You’d be disappointed if I wasn’t.”

The other leg was now free too, and Crowley sat on the desk in only a pair of simple black hipster panties, feeling Aziraphale’s gaze like a physical touch on her privates.

“Will you tell me if I do anything you don’t like?” Aziraphale asked.

“Oh, fuck off, angel. I doubt you could do anything, Christ, that I wouldn’t like.”

The angel smiled and started to pull the panties down. Then, without further warning, he pulled Crowley back on the edge of the desk and licked her pussy. The first touch of tongue where Crowley was already feeling sensitive made her legs feel shaky, although she was sitting down. To recover her balance, she leaned back until her elbows met the surface of the desk. Aziraphale lifted her leg in the air, and getting what he was doing, Crowley wrapped her legs around his head. Maybe it was a bad idea to be loud in the university building, no matter if it was late Friday afternoon just before the holidays, but she couldn’t stop herself when Aziraphale wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. When he brought his fingers into the equation, pushing one of them inside her, she couldn’t hold back and came for the first time.

Damn, she had hoped to come with Aziraphale fucking her, but maybe she still could.

She pulled Aziraphale up by the hair when she began to feel oversensitive.

“Good, my dear?” The angel looked very pleased with himself.

“Yeah, come here,” Crowley said, sitting up and yanking him into a kiss. “Don’t know where you learned all that, but I might send them flowers.”

Aziraphale looked at her fondly, wiping some sweaty strands of hair off her face.

“We don’t have to do anything else,” Aziraphale said.

“Are you saying you don’t want me after all?” Crowley said and took one of the condoms from the table. “Then I would have brought these in for nothing.”

“My dear…”

“Listen, angel, I know you think this is some fucked up professor fantasy I have, but it’s not all about that. I wanted you to take me home and give me a rough fuck on that first night we met, and I didn’t have any idea you’d be my teacher back then,” Crowley said, making sure Aziraphale was paying attention to her words. “Although I must say you’re hot when you’re lecturing.”

“Is that so?” Aziraphale asked and took the condom from Crowley’s fingers. “Is it rough you want?”

“Among other things.”

“That’s good. I have a lot of my own plans about what to do with you too,” Aziraphale’s eyes were intense when he looked at Crowley, and Crowley gulped.

“So what about starting by putting that condom to good use?”

“What a brilliant idea,” Aziraphale said, and unbuttoned his trousers. Crowley looked down. She had guessed the angel would be well-endowed, but seeing the proof in front of her eyes made a shudder run through her body.

“Let me,” Crowley hurried to say, taking the condom back and ripping the packet open. She took Aziraphale’s cock into her hand and gave it a few pulls to tease the angel, before rolling the condom on it. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

Aziraphale wrapped one arm around Crowley’s shoulders and encouraged her to wrap a leg around his hips before he pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance and pushed just in just an inch.

“Stop teasing,” Crowley whined. “Give it to me.”

“As you wish,” Aziraphale whispered and slowly pushed all the way inside. The feeling of being filled made Crowley gasp and grasp Aziraphale’s shoulders.

Maybe it was a sign of what kind of shitheads Crowley had dated in the past, but she couldn’t ever remember having felt more safe while having sex. The way Aziraphale moved wasn’t gentle — he moved Crowley’s body every which way he liked and hit all her sensitive spots with every rough thrust — but despite that, Crowley knew he would stop and check on her immediately if she asked him to.

“Kiss me,” Crowley gasped, and Aziraphale did, his lips soft and caressing while he did his best to drive Crowley out of her mind and on the brink of another orgasm. She was so close, she only needed a little bit more… and then Aziraphale pushed his hand between their bodies and rubbed her clit with his thumb.

Crowley was gone. The waves of pleasure rolled through her body as she relaxed in Aziraphale’s arms, melting against his body. Apparently Aziraphale had incredible stamina, or he had been holding himself back, because as soon as Crowley finished shuddering, he gave a few last powerful thrusts and stilled.

“Oh,” the angel sighed. He carefully let Crowley down on the desk and pulled back. Annoyingly, Aziraphale was one of those people who were capable of doing things right after mind-blowing orgasms, since he walked to the trash can to discard the used condom and pulled some paper tissues to clean them both up. Then he tied the trash bag in a knot.

“No reason to traumatise the cleaning staff with proof of our, ah, activities,” he said and Crowley nodded.

“Yeah, good thinking,” Crowley said and looked at Aziraphale pulling his underwear and pants back up and re-buttoning them before he sat down. Crowley couldn’t handle being that far from him. She liked a bit of a cuddle after sex, so sue her. She found her panties on the floor, and put them and her jeans back on before sitting on Aziraphale’s lap and throwing her arms around his neck.

“Hi,” she grinned.

“Hello,” Aziraphale said and brushed her hair off her face. “I didn’t expect this to happen today but I’m glad it did.”

“Yeah, me too, angel,” Crowley said. “I’m really happy I took your class this term.”

“Speaking of that. Just to make sure, are you planning to take the literature follow-up course I’m teaching in the spring term?” Aziraphale asked.

They looked each other in the eye for a moment.

“Nah,” Crowley answered. “Not really my thing, literature. I think I’ll focus solely on engineering for the rest of my time at uni.”

“Mmm, does that mean I won’t be seeing you much in the future?” Aziraphale asked, his tone way too casual.

“Now, I didn’t say that,” Crowley grinned. “Rather, I would say you have a good possibility of seeing plenty of me if you let me take you out to dinner tonight. If you don’t have any plans for the holidays, I’d very much like to spend most of it naked in bed together.”

“Are you trying to tempt me to date you? To date a student?” Aziraphale said, attempting to sound scandalised but failing horribly. His hand moving on Crowley’s back didn’t help his case.

“Not your student, not your problem,” Crowley said, pressing a long kiss on his lips. “What do you say, angel?”

Aziraphale smiled at her and pulled her by the waist into another deep kiss.

“Temptation accomplished, my dear.”

Comments

[maniacalmole]

Oooh Crowley would make SUCH a good engineer!
I love victorian gentleman Aziraphale here ^_^ And, er, less gentlemanly later....
Nice parallel of Crowley saving Aziraphale's bag of essays, like he saved the bag of books :D
Very sexy!