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    Domesticity + Crowley being super into the lingering feeling of Aziraphale after their night together = Aziraphale goes to his knees & worships. Crowley accepts his offering & just tries to hold himself together, really.

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    15 Oct 2019

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    Crowley was pinned against the wall of his flat. Aziraphale didn’t much like Crowley’s flat, but where wall-pinning was concerned it was clearly the superior choice, having no bookshelves. It was a bright afternoon in late autumn, sun streaming in through the skylight, illuminating Crowley’s pale skin and crowning him with rich red-gold radiance. Crowley was naked, arms overhead, wrists together, legs drawn up, bound as surely as if with chains, though with only Aziraphale’s will. They had been making free with miracles for months now with no repercussions, and Aziraphale couldn’t think of a better use for his power, at this moment, than to see Crowley so exquisitely at his mercy.

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    13 Oct 2019

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    Said I, a few weeks ago: "I feel there’s also room for e.g. bedsharing fic where the apocalypse has Not Happened and they’ve fallen into queerplatonic (or so they think) bedsharing and Crowley thinks he’s alone in being driven slowly to distraction by it, so he says nothing. Then one night he wakes when it’s still dark, and at first he doesn’t know why, until he hears Aziraphale’s breathing a little raspier than usual, and feels the very slight trembling of the bed."

    And lo, that is exactly what this is.

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    13 Oct 2019

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    My attempts at an October Challenge, basically using the original Inktober prompts for drabbles.
    (Each prompt will be posted as part of a series, not chapters, so I can add tags/characters/ratings/trigger warnings for each instead of the whole she-bang)

    Prompt 10 - Pattern

     

    The scratching hand slid down, smoothed down his shirt, only to wrinkle it again as it slipped under, a flat palm up and across his back, from tailbone to shoulder blades. “So lovely and soft to the touch.”
    “M'not soft.” Crowley mumbled amidst his purr, as the hand on his back once again turned into a claw and slowly scratched along his spine. This time his moan was definitely more than barely audible. He turned and twisted, arching his back, one leg sliding between Aziraphale's, who suddenly felt something absolutely-not-soft pressing against his thigh.
    “Oh.”
    “...Ignore it.” Crowley was glad his blushing face was still mostly hidden. “Just keep scratching.”

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    12 Oct 2019

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    “Angels don’t… we don’t touch, Crowley. Ever. I mean, you went to Heaven this morning, you saw what it’s like these days.”

    These days, Crowley thought. Right. It hadn’t always been like that. His memory wasn’t clear, and certainly lacking something for being terminally cut off from God, but he didn’t remember it being so very cold.

    “What are you saying?” he asked.

    “It’s not that I didn’t like it, I swear, it’s just… so much.”

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    12 Oct 2019