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Entry tags:
GO: Thoroughly Frustrating
Fandom: Good Omens
Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale
Warnings: Implied smut
Rating: PG13
Summary: It's a little silly to think of Falling when you've already done things worthy of Falling hundreds of times.
"My dear, I don't think..."
"Relax, angel. If anyone was keeping an eye on you, you'd've Fallen long ago. Just think of all the times I've fucked you and you've gotten away with it."
Crowley is a little pissed off and he's starting to hiss on the 's' sounds, frustrated and wanting and writhing a little under Aziraphale. Not writhing under him in the way he wants to be, which is annoying.
"But..."
"Aziraphale. Fuck me. Or I swear to G -- to your pink frilly boxers that I'm going to do something drastic."
Aziraphale's fingers flutter over Crowley's body, frustratingly close to but irritatingly far from where he wants them, and his kiss is still soft and gentle. "I don't have -- "
"Aziraphale."
"Oh, alright, just for you, my dear. If I Fall -- oooh."
Cowley echoes Aziraphale's 'oooh'. He refrains from stating the obvious -- that Falling is definitely worth the sex. He just wraps his arms around Aziraphale and welcomes it, and loses himself in it, and enjoys thoroughly corrupting his ever-reluctant angel.
Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale
Warnings: Implied smut
Rating: PG13
Summary: It's a little silly to think of Falling when you've already done things worthy of Falling hundreds of times.
"My dear, I don't think..."
"Relax, angel. If anyone was keeping an eye on you, you'd've Fallen long ago. Just think of all the times I've fucked you and you've gotten away with it."
Crowley is a little pissed off and he's starting to hiss on the 's' sounds, frustrated and wanting and writhing a little under Aziraphale. Not writhing under him in the way he wants to be, which is annoying.
"But..."
"Aziraphale. Fuck me. Or I swear to G -- to your pink frilly boxers that I'm going to do something drastic."
Aziraphale's fingers flutter over Crowley's body, frustratingly close to but irritatingly far from where he wants them, and his kiss is still soft and gentle. "I don't have -- "
"Aziraphale."
"Oh, alright, just for you, my dear. If I Fall -- oooh."
Cowley echoes Aziraphale's 'oooh'. He refrains from stating the obvious -- that Falling is definitely worth the sex. He just wraps his arms around Aziraphale and welcomes it, and loses himself in it, and enjoys thoroughly corrupting his ever-reluctant angel.