#this is my last resort

[texff14]

Living dead

[televised-eyes]

A Fluffy Fic for Valentine’s Day!

(I wrote this in a flash on the notes app for fun. Sorry for grammar mistakes in advance! Enjoy!)

It had been a fine evening. A warm, dry night settled over London. Groups of locals and tourists alike swarmed the city in high spirits.

Crowley waited in the Bentley, rapping his knuckles against the steering wheel to the tune of Queen’s “Don’t Stop Me Now,” as it played gently from the stereo. He glanced at his wristwatch. Always late, he thought.

Aziraphale appeared in the doorway of his bookshop with an older couple, who had roamed the shop long after he had wished to close it. The angel politely spoke with the man and woman, who went on for some time about their affinity with both the shop and its owner. Aziraphale listened and smiled brightly.

Crowley watched the interaction with little patience. With the wave of his hand, the older couple suddenly remember they had an appointment elsewhere and excused themselves so that Aziraphale was free to lock up the doors and head towards the Bentley’s passenger seat.

“You didn’t have to do that,” said Aziraphale, gently chiding the demon. “They had been telling me the loveliest story, how they had met at the bookshop many years ago and have been married ever since.”

“You’re too sentimental, angel,” said Crowley. He shifted the car into drive. “And it’s rude for them to stay past closing time, especially when we have a reservation at the Ritz.”

“They won’t give up our table,” Aziraphale assured him. “They never have and they never will.”

A knowing smile flashed across Crowley’s lips. Any other observer would not have seen it at all, but Aziraphale knew better. After six millennia in each other’s company, the angel knew Crowley’s facial ticks better than any being, living or dead, supernatural or mortal. “What?” Crowley said.

“Oh, nothing,” said Aziraphale smiling to himself. He took pride in knowing the demon so well, although it was not something he would tell anyone else. He hardly recognized it himself. “You were early.”

“No,” hissed Crowley. “I’m never early. You were late.”

“Well, only a few minutes,” Aziraphale rolled down the window. A group of young people on the sidewalk were laughing and jeering at one another as they passed. “What an extraordinary evening.”

“What’s so extraordinary about it?” Crowley said.

“Oh, it feels…” Aziraphale breathed in. “Loved. There’s love in the air, if you will excuse the old expression.”

Nightingales? Crowley thought, not daring to say it out loud. Saying it out loud would be akin to death. Aziraphale was already in a romantic mood. If Crowley pushed it, there would be even longer, more aching looks from the angel the whole evening. And Crowley would be paralyzed by them, drowning in those blue eyes until next week. All his cool reserve would break under the pressure.

Crowley felt himself growing soft.

In all their history, they had never spent so much time together as they had the past few years. With the apocalypse averted and their respective offices off their backs, they had more free time than ever. Long walks, picnics, visits to the Ritz. More and more time spent huddled around candlelight in the evenings at Aziraphale’s bookshop.

Crowley’s plants began to outgrow the Bentley and Aziraphale insisted on placing them in the shop’s windows. Aziraphale spoiled them with encouraging whispers, much to Crowley’s audible displeasure, but they sprouted and grew larger than ever.

They dined at their usual table. Bubbles of champagne twinkled under the low lighting. Aziraphale spoke with animation as Crowley watched him from behind his dark glasses, responding now and then, but mostly letting Aziraphale lead the conversation. If Crowley were attuned to such things, he would expect the whole room was besotted, drunk on serotonin and all the other chemicals that cause pleasure in the human brain.

—

Crowley drove them back, having absolved some of the alcohol in his system. Aziraphale remained in high spirits. They pulled up outside the bookshop.

“Would you like to come in?” Aziraphale offered. “I have a marvelous vintage in the back.”

“Would you like that?” Crowley said.

“Of course,” the angel smiled. “You’re always welcomed, you know that.”

It was the kind of astonishing statement Aziraphale would typically walk back once the meaning of it settled between them, but this time he didn’t. He smiled at Crowley with such fondness that it made something in Crowley’s chest flutter.

They sat on an old velvet couch, side by side, as Aziraphale opened the bottle and poured two glasses.

“You’re in a good mood tonight, angel,” Crowley remarked.

Aziraphale blushed.

“What is it, then?” He continued.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“You have two reasons to smile like that. Either you found some extraordinary rare edition or you’ve done something clever and need to tell someone.”

“Oh,” Aziraphale blushed harder. “I’m just happy, I guess.”

“Well, you and the whole street,” said Crowley. “If I didn’t know better, you’ve enthralled the whole city, lampposts and all.”

“And you?”

“What?”

“Are you happy?”

That hit Crowley like a freight train. He was suddenly very self aware of his body’s close proximity to Aziraphale’s. Heat was creeping into his face.

“Ngk,” he said, voice cracking.

They were inched apart. Crowley noticed Aziraphale’s uneven breathing, the way his eyes kept flicking to Crowley’s lips. Crowley’s free hand which had been resting across the back of the sofa fell so that it was resting directly behind Aziraphale, not quite touching the angel, but very close.

His head swirled. He found himself leaning into Aziraphale’s space, body heat radiating off each other in waves.

“Angel—“

Before Crowley could finish his thought, Aziraphale’s lips lightly brushed against the corner of Crowley’s mouth. Adrenaline kicked in and Crowley claimed Aziraphale’s bottom lip with his own.

“Do you know what day it is today?” Aziraphale said, pulling away.

“Don’t torture me, angel,” Crowley whined. He swooped back in, closing the small gap between them. His hand firmly holding on the back of his neck as he slid his wet lips against the angel’s. Aziraphale hesitated a moment before melting into his embrace and Crowley gasped from pure relief.

The kiss was hurried and desperate. Bodies hot and hands gripping frantically at each other's clothes. Aziraphale opened his mouth and their tongues briefly brushed. Crowley pulled away, his body reacting instantly, before diving back in for more.

It dissolved into a slow, hot swirl of lips and tongue and teeth. Crowley’s head was spinning, his body aching with each soft noise that escaped the angel’s warm mouth.

“It’s St. Valentine’s Day, my dear,” Aziraphale said breathlessly between kisses.

“Is it really? Righteous prick, he was,” Crowley pushed off Aziraphale waist coat and began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Oh, Crowley,” Aziraphale chided, melting into the trail of kisses being left down his jaw and neck. “He was not.”

“Don’t care.” Suddenly, Crowley stood up and took Aziraphale’s wine glass out of his hand, placing it firmly on the desk beside them and taking the angel’s hand.

“Where are we going?” Aziraphale asked, disoriented.

“Bedroom. Now.” Crowley pulled the angel’s hand toward him. “To celebrate properly.”

Aziraphale blushed and let himself be lead away.

[i-put-the-bi-in-suibian]

Hi! I’m Kate, the author of Wanxian fics  Restraint and Realization,  Fate and Choice,  Thirty-three Lashes and many others and 

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[cowwatcher]

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[ineffamelon]

Ghosts rp

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[angelnumber27]

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[emberdune]

cut my film into pieces

[motherfricker]

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[imaginary-things-nothing-else]

This is my new writing sideblog

I’m trying to motivate myself to write more. I don’t have a lot of time write now because I’m in university, but I wanted to start this anyways. I hope it helps my motivation lol

I write a lot of fanfic (multifandom), but am also trying to write some original stories!

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