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They had finally moved into the small cottage - God, finally. Long overdue, really. After all, they had really done so much, so much work for humanity, for keeping that relationship of theirs secret, for kind of helping, and kind of defying Heaven and Hell.
They would never stop caring about the Earth, about people - wonderful, curious creatures. But a calm, quiet life was what they deserved. And God knows, they had more than earned it. Coming back home to their dearest after spreading good or ‘evil’ throughout the day was easily the best thing that had ever happened to either of them. They both quietly hoped for that to last forever but as always, the time would show. But now was not the time to think about that. Now was the time to enjoy each other to the fullest, and that was exactly what they planned to do.
Aziraphale was sitting on the bench situated on their porch, sipping at hot cocoa. She planned, and honestly tried to read a new book, a manuscript, really that she had obtained by fiercely fighting and then winning an Internet auction after Crowley had shown her all the wonderful options the Internet had to offer. But she couldn’t help but glance at Crowley every few seconds.
The demon was wearing a black crop top and shorts. Aziraphale could distinctly see the dirt smudged on her knees and a few droplets of sweat glistening on her forehead as she was planting some new flowers which Aziraphale undoubtedly would get in the near future.
The garden really looked amazing, breathtaking even. Aziraphale mostly stayed out as she couldn’t bear seeing the plants so scared. She had soothed them from time to time as she saw it as her responsibility to do so. But, honestly, threats actually seemed to be a much better motivator for them to grow more beautifully. She still didn’t exactly support that method but it did make the garden look marvellous.
She kept trying to read but after every few sentences she still had to look once and once more. She watched her love talk, very sternly, to a tree that had been leaning to one side dangerously strongly. After the no doubt ‘encouraging’ speech, the tree seemed to straighten up a bit, at which Crowley grinned and muttered something. Aziraphale suspected it was something along the lines of “thought so.”
Crowley was visibly pleased with herself, and headed in the angel’s direction.
“Honey! What a mess you have made of yourself! We have to get you cleaned up at once.”
Crowley raised her hand to snap her fingers and have it done instantly but Aziraphale grabbed her wrist gently.
“Not like that, love.” She said, smiling innocently, as she always did. “Let’s do it properly this time.”
Crowley smirked swiftly. “Lead the way, angel.” She said, of course, letting Aziraphale through the door first.
They went into their beautifully tiled bathroom. A small chandelier which Aziraphale had miracled up once they had moved in was hanging from the ceiling, reflecting the light in the most charming way. The floor was made entirely of cherry tree wood, and a bathtub with golden legs and small ornaments was standing next to a wall.
“Come on, darling.” Aziraphale said, turning on the tap, and cleaning up Crowley’s cheek with her thumb.
“So what? You’re staying?” Crowley asked, shooting a slightly amused smirk at Aziraphale.
“Well, of course. I’ve said I’d help you, haven’t I?” The angel said innocently. “Come now, drop the clothes, please.” How, God, how could Crowley ever admit to herself just how much she loved that truly authoritarian tone of voice.
The demon wiggled out of her slightly too tight shorts, and swiftly took off the crop top she was wearing. She didn't usually wear a bra - a decision that Aziraphale fully supported. Heart-patterned panties quickly flew off as well. Quick work.
She sat down in the now-full bathtub, and Aziraphale sat on the rim, closely examining the demon’s body.
“Turn around, love.”
Crowley complied, as she always did, and felt soft hands on her back, rubbing it gently.
The angel’s hands wandered leisurely all over her back, moving to her shoulders and neck. She cleaned the little bits of dirt, not sure how they could ever end up on the demon’s back.
She massaged the tender muscles - painfully overworked from carrying heavy boxes containing Oscar Wilde’s books. She really ought to make it up to her sweetheart since she was so so good to her.
Aziraphale’s hands moved up and down the demon’s shoulders. Crowley uttered a sigh of relief but didn’t dare to say anything, not to disturb the perfect atmosphere created. The smell of lavender-scented soap was hanging in the air, filling the whole room.
The soft hands had now found their way to the demon’s belly after idling on her ribs for a short moment, sliding down, as if silently counting them.
At the moment, however, the angel’s hands started to glide in a dangerous direction, but every now and then came back to her belly or shoulders, playfully building up more and more anticipation.
Finally, the angel’s hands moved over to Crowley’s breasts where they rested for now, cupping them precisely right and squeezing lightly. Aziraphale’s fingers gently traced the area around the demon’s nipples, eventually pinching them between her fingers.
“Ngk”
“Are you alright, dear?” Aziraphale asked, cautiously backing off her hands, although she knew exactly what she was doing to her.
“Yess” - An involuntary hiss escaped Crowley’s mouth. “For Satan’s sake, get your hands back here.” She sighed, sounding ever so slightly lamentable.
There was a quiet chuckle, and Aziraphale’s hands quickly came back to Crowley’s breasts - right where they belonged. Crowley eased her whole body, giving herself completely to the soft touch.
“What an exciting attitude you’re showing.” Now, the smirk seemed to be completely unable to disappear from the angel’s face.
“Oh, shut up.” Crowley definitely did blush but, of course, she would absolutely deny such allegations.
“Easy there.” Her hands swiftly slid down to the demon’s slender thighs, letting a bolt of excitement shoot throughout her entire body, immediately forcing her back to straighten up. Oh.
Crowley was now in an absolute hazardous state. Aziraphale leaned down to kiss the back of the demon’s neck, however she stubbornly refused to remove her hands from the slim thighs.
Perhaps the smallest of sobs escaped Crowley’s mouth. The angel smiled against her neck, and teased the inner thighs with her fingertips. She squeezed them, and, after a moment, went back to tracing over the demon’s belly and then the hip bones. And yet, she avoided giving Crowley the sort of touch that she so desperately desired.
“Jusst… please.”
“You’re in a hurry, darling?”
“Ughh”
“Although… I do love it when you beg.”
“Bastard.” She breathed out almost painfully. The relentless sensation of uncontrollable craving was nearly killing her. “I beg, then. Please, angel. Please, please, please.” Her mind was completely overshadowed with lust and she could barely take it.
“Spread your legs, then, sweetheart.”
Crowley compiled much quicker than she’d ever like to admit.
Aziraphale stroked the purest form of Crowley’s womanhood, tracing the lips, and lightly going over her clit. She seemed to breathe harder and harder with every passing second.
“Please.” Crowley uttered, her voice breaking mid-word.
The angel teased her for another little moment before finally placing two fingers against her entrance and putting them inside her. And oh, how perfectly they fit in there.
Not the best lubricant - water, but they would make it work. It turned out to be much easier than either one of them had expected, mostly thanks to Crowley’s huge excitement which Aziraphale prided herself on achieving.
Her fingers went in and out - painfully slowly at first. Skillfully, she curved them just right to tease that hidden inside point, which sent jolts of pure ecstasy throughout Crowley's body.
In and out. She picked up the pace, and the sweetest sounds were coming out of Crowley’s mouth.
“Angel…” She breathed out and, really, nothing seemed to follow that statement. Because how could it? How could she ever think in such a moment? And about words of all things? No, that just wouldn’t do. She hungered to experience, to sense.
“Now, now, dear.” Aziraphale said innocently, and Crowley was sure that only her angel could preserve such a tone of voice while completely, utterly disarming her.
Although silent at first, her whimpers were becoming louder and louder, now transforming into genuine moans. And if that wasn’t enough, the water was glistening on her body in the most delicious way. And, to be frank, the angel’s mouth started to fill with saliva.
Much to the demon’s despair, Aziraphale’s fingers stopped.
“Stand up.”
“What?” Crowley cried out, after which she complied, of course.
“Sit on the bath’s rim, facing me.” The demon wasn’t really thinking as she wasn’t exactly able to. She automatically heeded Aziraphale’s every order.
Crowley couldn’t really make out the puzzling look on the angel’s face. She didn’t know if she was more sour about interrupting her evident trip heading to bliss or maybe more curious about finding out what the angel was up to.
Aziraphale kneeled down in front of her and pulled her hair back. Oh.
She reached up to take one of Crowley’s breasts in her hand and began to kiss her way up her thighs. She could very clearly hear the demon breathe heavily in anticipation.
After a quick moment, however, Aziraphale stood up and kissed Crowley’s lips. The demon wanted to at least attempt to say something. She had even already opened her mouth but Aziraphale just put a finger on her sweetheart’s lips, stroking them gently, and looking at her face. She was so beautiful. She looked her up and down. Not even a centimeter of Crowley’s body could manage to escape Aziraphale’s piercing look.
The angel slid her hands down Crowley’s ribs, and rested them on her waist. In the most delicate manner, she bit down on her nipple. She got back on her knees, and her tongue began its journey on her breasts, and made its way down to her belly and, later, to her thighs once more.
The air kept escaping Crowley’s lips and she seemed to be painfully thirsty for even the smallest catch of breath. In reality, Crowley was hungry for something else. She was barely able to contain herself, as the overwhelming, persistent tension was becoming truly unbearable.
But what could she say? Aziraphale liked to occasionally play with her food.
The angel was kissing her inner thighs, higher and higher, placing little kisses on her mound, and finally putting her tongue to work.
She slid her tongue over the demon’s labia, and put her lips around Crowley’s clit. She sucked on it gently, making Crowley’s mind go blank and basically turn upside down. She could not think, there were no thoughts in her brain whatsoever, and words such as ecstasy couldn’t even begin to describe the state she was in. She put her hand on Aziraphale’s head, absent-mindedly stroking her fluffy hair. She felt the warmth of Aziraphale’s tongue. The angel kept licking up and down, side to side, and round and round. She licked, she sucked, and did everything she possibly could to get the full taste of Crowley. Decadent - she kept thinking. She literally devoured her, and the perfect rhythm was practically sending Crowley to the moon. Oh, she was getting very, very close. And yet, she kept hindering Aziraphale’s work as she kept wiggling, unable to control her movement.
Hisses, moans, sounds of all sorts were leaving Crowley’s mouth.
Aziraphale put her hands on Crowley’s thighs, grabbing them, and trying to steady them so she could finish her masterpiece.
Crowley was not in control of anything anymore.
“Angel…” And so, the bubble of building rapture finally burst, sending trembles throughout her body, making her shake so much, Aziraphale had to physically hold her down so she didn’t accidentally fall on the floor. The hand on the angel’s head had formed into a fist, almost involuntarily grabbing her hair. Perhaps even a few tears welled up in Crowley’s eyes but no one was going to talk about it, even if one of said tears would slowly slide down her cheek.
Aziraphale smiled, feeling her hair being gently pulled. She licked her lips and looked up to see Crowley’s face. Her favourite sight.
The expression on Crowley’s face was, in all honesty, difficult or perhaps even impossible to describe. But it wasn’t the first time Aziraphale had the pleasure to see it.
“Thank you.” Crowley uttered, as it was the only thing that managed to come to her mind.
Aziraphale looked into the demon’s eyes which still seemed not to have even one thought behind them. She stood up, and kissed her beloved darling so that Crowley could feel her own taste on her tongue.
Shakily, with some difficulty, the demon stood up, not saying a word. She looked at Aziraphale, and put her arms around the angel’s shoulders. She stayed like that for a moment, still in full nude.
The subtle aroma of sex was lingering in the air, and they just stood there, completely interlocked in one another.
There was still some kind of a shadow looming over the demon’s thoughts.
“I love you.” Her voice was kind of muffled. “My perfect, perfect angel.” She said, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
Aziraphale smiled once again, basking in those sweet words.
“I love you too, darling. My beautiful, delicious fiend.” Aziraphale stepped back, and looked all over Crowley’s body. “Well, now you seem all cleaned up.”