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meredydd Rating: NC-17 for sex and American politics, oh my!
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Summary: Tea with Aziraphale can lead to interesting surprises, even if his taste in music leaves something to be desired.
Note: Sorry that I couldn't fit all of the prompts in, meredydd! Have a fabulous Yule!
The first thing you noticed about the bookshop, once the shock of the clutter had passes, was the dust. It covered the books, it covered the furniture, it covered the tiny houseplants on the windowsills, and if you were a sort of creature needing to pull the air into your lungs, the particles would lodge themselves deep within and leave you with a nasty cough for a short while. Even the owner himself seemed to have a solid coating of the stuff.
Aziraphale, oblivious to his companion's silent observations, spread a generous helping of clotted cream across a scone. "Well, I think they'll be just fine. It was rather a fair election, I thought."
Crowley sipped his tea, deliberately not commenting on that.
"And there is absolutely no denying that Mr. Obama is enthusiastic about this. Perhaps he can set an example for the country by being a decent family man instead of telling everyone else how to act," Aziraphale continued.
Crowley snorted. Aziraphale arched a single brow. "No?"
"It's a bit funny, don't you think? Coming from you?"
Aziraphale spread a bit of jam over his scone silently. From some device not too far evolved from a gramophone spewed a crackly recording of string instruments, old and dusty like everything else in the shop. Crowley decided that he didn't care for it at all.
"Isn't that what your people like? Manipulation? I've yet to meet a clergyman concerned with the people's choice to do good things, and I'm sure a politician is even less interested in it," Crowley continued. "At least the other guy was honest about wanting to call the shots. Obama's going to have to be subtle to get things how he really wants them, if he can do anything at all."
The angel frowned at him over the rim of his teacup. "Must you really be so cynical? You act as if all politicians are inherently evil."
Crowley returned the gaze, effectively communicating his point in pointed silence.
Aziraphale sniffed. "Well. I still believe it was a good election, all things considered."
"You're just saying that because that Palin woman didn't make it."
"Being entirely honest, wouldn't you say the same?"
Crowley smirked around a bite of his own scone. "She'd make my work much easier for me."
Having no reply to that, Aziraphale sipped his tea. The music crooned on behind him, some garbled mockery of something that might have once been considered tolerable, unintelligible and simple. Crowley winced. "Surely you have something better to listen to?"
"And what's wrong with this, dear? You like classical."
"This... is not classical. This is painful."
Aziraphale stood to put the dishes away-- such a meaningless task when he could just will the mess gone. "I could give you something better to listen to," he suggested coyly.
Crowley's eyebrows shot up. "Was that you being suggestive or the sound of Hell freezing over I just heard?"
Aziraphale ignored him, washing the dishes with meticulous care. Crowley sauntered over and wrapped his arms loosely around the angel's waist, flicking his tongue briefly at the shell of his ear. "Mmm. And to what would you have me listen, angel?"
He set his dish aside and leaned back into the embrace. "I have more music, if you would prefer," he suggested, not needing to see Crowley's face to know the look of disgust it held. "Or we could listen to the ducks at St. James's," he hummed flippantly.
"I think," Crowley said, letting his hands wander to untuck the angel's shirt, "I'd rather hear you calling my name, gasping, begging me for more."
The angel shivered. "My dear, you do know that this is terribly inappropriate."
"There are many things that I don't know, angel, but I do know that I want to know you, and I do mean in the classical sense."
"You've been knowing me fairly regularly for roughly the past eighty years," he replied, flushed despite the cool tone. Crowley's fingers had been working at the buttons of his shirt, but they paused to turn Aziraphale to face him. "And I'd give anything for another eighty more, stuffy bookshops and awful music and all."
Despite knowing that that last part wasn't terribly romantic, Crowley was still pleased when Aziraphale moved to kiss him, the chaste brush of lips morphing in moments into something passionate and wild. Clothing vanished with thoughts instead of actions, and when the two finally broke apart, there was nothing but skin between them.
"Tell me," Crowley gasped, "why I put up with you like I do?"
Aziraphale did. Rather, his wandering hands on Crowley's erection did, as his mouth was otherwise busy spotting his neck with crimson bruises, marking the demon as his own. Before Crowley could find a response to that, Aziraphale twirled them around, reversing their positions so Crowley was leaning against the counter, and sank to his knees.
Even as familiar as it was by now, Crowley was still stunned by the sight of Aziraphale's mouth working his cock, not hesitant in the least about letting his tongue glide along the shaft, paying special attention to the head before finally vanishing deep inside his throat.
Crowley, in his last few moments of coherency, vaguely wondered why an angel should be so good at an act like this anyway. Not that he was complaining or anything, of course.
It was getting to be too much. Aziraphale stopped just as Crowley was trying to warn him, standing and recapturing his lips in a kiss. "Turn around," he whispered when they separated.
Crowley blinked. "Here? In the-"
"Do it," Aziraphale purred, almost dangerously, and how could Crowley refuse that? He turned and braced himself on the counter, spreading his legs wider at the first touch of fingers, cool and slick, at his entrance. Though not strictly necessary, Aziraphale always loved this part of their lovemaking, getting Crowley's body used to the sensations, moving his fingers just so…
"Ah!" he cried as they hit the sweet spot, "Please, I need…"
"Shh," Aziraphale soothed, removing his fingers and nudging against him with his erect cock. He didn't warn him,--didn't need to, really,--before pushing in all at once. Aziraphale stilled after that, waiting. Crowley winced; even though Aziraphale was gentle, it still hurt. Gradually, the pain subsided, and Aziraphale began to move in short, slow thrusts until he was ready for more.
"Aziraphale," Crowley gasped, spreading his knees just a bit wider, "Harder, I—"
And so he did. He fucked him hard, just short of being too rough, and it was all Crowley could do to not to come right then; when the angel's hand sneaked around and grabbed his cock, massaging the very tip with his thumb, he knew that he had lost that particular battle. He cried out as he came hard across Aziraphale's hand and the clean dishes, trembling as Aziraphale rode out his own orgasm.
"I rather thought it would be the other way 'round," Crowley admitted when they had caught their breath, his grin betraying his lack of disappointment. Aziraphale smiled back and kissed him, light and sweet.
In the background, the disaster of an album that had been playing had finally reached its end, and it crackled on in an endless dusty loop, unnoticed by the two as they finally migrated to the dusty old sofa to find something new to argue about.
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Date: 2008-12-09 03:02 am (UTC)Re: holy cats
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Date: 2008-12-10 03:37 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2008-12-10 03:38 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-12-09 11:07 am (UTC)That's an adorable line. Even better than the smut itself, I think!
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Date: 2008-12-09 02:52 pm (UTC)Hee! Oh, Crowley.
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Date: 2008-12-10 03:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-12-09 03:24 pm (UTC)~snorts~ So good. Thinking about this is going to make my day so much better.
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Date: 2008-12-10 03:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-12-10 07:31 am (UTC)and this:
"She'd make my work much easier for me."
I think I love you for that! ^^
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Date: 2008-12-13 05:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-12-16 08:17 am (UTC)*gulps a bit more*
OH SO SO GOOD. ah. damn! thank you!
*walks off spluttering*
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Date: 2008-12-25 12:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-07 08:07 am (UTC)Delicious stuff, babe! I wonder if I'll ever finally get you for the exchange one year? ;)
And mmm, man, Crowley's tongue + Aziraphale's ear = otp. That was just... mmmmmm :D.
And election discussions! Whee! I love the sort of slightly-detached-because-it's-not-England-but-still-invested way it's written :D. Lovely, lovely, lovely.
*hugs*!