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Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post 2

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[Crowley adores Aziraphale's curves, all of them, has never touched them with anything less than worship. They're soft and safe and welcoming, always welcoming, and he loves them. He might not love the scars except in that they're part of Aziraphale, but he's never shied away from them either. His lips know the feel of every line of scar tissue, he's done his best to overwrite whatever memories they hold with an imprint of himself, with loving hands and loving tongue. Always love, always.]
Except the other way around. More me getting you into the bath and rubbing your shoulders, and your everything else, and teasing you until you can't stand it anymore and take me up against the wall. Or on the floor. Or both. The point is, no stealing my plan, I had it first.
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We could flip a coin for it. That's worked out well for us in the past.
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[Crowley is grinning wide though, he can't be anything but delighted whenever he hears Aziraphale laugh like that. And of course he wraps his arms around Aziraphale in turn, nuzzles at his cheek, kisses the demon's neck softly.]
Bathtub first. Getting you clean next. Both of us being wonderfully filthy after that.
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All right. Bathtub accomplished.
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You're still standing, you--oh, move over.
[Crowley steps into the bathtub behind Aziraphale, sits down and spreads his knees apart, gesturing vaguely between them.]
Get down here. And try to resist all the lewd places your mind just went, even if it's only for ten minutes.
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Mmm... I think I can manage ten minutes.
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[The bathtub is bigger on the inside, of course, and graciously makes space to accommodate the pair of them. Crowley wraps his arms around Aziraphale from behind and makes a small, blissful noise as they relax against each other. He nuzzles softly at the curls of Aziraphale's hair, the space behind his ear.]
Maybe longer. This is perfect. Got you right where I want you for a while.
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What, at your mercy? [The tease is soft and drawling, almost drowsy, and there's no heat in it at all.] S'a nice place to be.
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[A small kiss there, behind the ear, and then they just sit there for a while, soaking in the hot water and each other's presence. It still delights Crowley how easy it is now, how natural. It took a long time to get to this point, and it was worth every minute. The moments like this are worth everything.
After some interminate number of minutes he sighs and moves a little, unwraps his arms and palms Aziraphale's chest, his arms.]
Should get you clean, though. Soap you up.
[Another kiss behind the ear suggests that there may be some ulterior motives involved. Aziraphale might be the more experienced lecher bur Crowley took to it like a duck to...to...to whatever it is ducks take to.]
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Mrr--you're intending to work me up into a lather, aren't you. [A warm, broad smile blooms across his face.] Do your worst. Or your best, I suppose.
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Can't get you clean if you're not properly soaped up.
[His hands wander, one of them drifting suggestively downwards on Aziraphale's belly, low enough to tease.]
...or improperly soaped up. That'd do.
[First he needs soap, though, so Crowley reaches behind him and snags the bottle so conveniently left there earlier. Unfortunately he needs both hands to get it open, to rub the gel between his hands and work up the foam.]
Lean forward for me?
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He didn't attempt to draw anything on me, did he? Write his name anywhere?
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[He runs a soapy finger over the letter, then scrubs at it more firmly, watching with interest as the soap suds turn pale blue.]
A few random lines and arcs...this bit actually says "hedgehog" in ancient Oggham, but that's probably coincidence.
[He rubs at all the marks, which fortunately come off easily, then leans forward again so he can reach the ones on Aziraphale's chest and eventually legs, kissing the demon's neck again in passing.]
The one on your thigh there looks like a bit like a rabbit.
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It does, a little. Or those could be demonic horns instead of floppy ears. Hard to tell.
[For a moment he's quiet, considering.]
Didn't really think I'd ever do this again, you know. The whole child-rearing bit, I mean.
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I know.
[He does stop then, just wraps his arms and legs around his demon, enfolding him.]
And you didn't even have to put up with things like markers the first time. Though I don't doubt he found other mischief to do. Had a right knack for it.
[Crowley loved you then as he loves you now, Aziraphale, but there's no denying Lancelot was one endless headache for him.]
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He really did. Wiled me into letting him keep a fox kit he found in the woods when he was six, did I ever tell you?
[Which was how he learned it's possible to both be extremely proud of someone and deeply annoyed with them at the same time.]
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You didn't, but it doesn't surprise me. Most kids seem to do something of the sort sooner or later. And you can hardly be surprised he picked up your penchant for wiling.
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I have to admit I didn't expect him to be quite as good at it as he was. And he did actually manage to train the thing a bit. [With some demonic help, naturally.] For about two years they were always underfoot, tearing around the castle shouting and barking and knocking over everything that wasn't nailed down. You'd have laughed yourself sick.
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[It sounds fond instead of irritated. Crowley adds his other hand to the pile for a moment, so Aziraphale's is sandwiched between his, then withdraws both and returns to slow, careful scrubbing, this time on the arms.]
Wish I'd seen it. Wish I'd seen more of you during that gap, period. It was a long time between Rome and Camelot. I missed you. But somehow whenever I wondered what you were up to, raising a future knight and his pet fox never made the list of possibilities. Should've known you'd surprise me.
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I missed you too. Always had an eye out. Never would've thought you'd be a wizard, of all things... suppose I should've known you would surprise me as well. You have a knack for it.
As I suddenly decide what if Sword in the Stone.
[There were other reasons, too. He'd had some of the teaching of King Arthur, long ago when Arthur was only a boy named Wart. Claiming to be an angel would've been...problematic. Being a wizard had let him do all he needed, however, as well as befriending the boy.
Poor Arthur. So enthusiastic and determined, and so betrayed in the end. By Crowley as well as everyone else, perhaps.
But they don't talk about that. Enough peace has been made with that time to let them move on. Crowley finishes cleaning Aziraphale's arms and moves up to his shoulders and neck. The scrubbing is gradually turning into something more like a massage.]
Speaking of things I should probably reread...
Mm... you're being very thorough back there. As a dedicated hedonist I approve.
Likewise, though I was cheating and thinking of the Disney film, which I know too well.
[Which is why his fingers gradually slide up Aziraphale's neck, rubbing the sides of it more gently, and eventually move onto his scalp. In fairness, there is marker in the hair. It'd just probably be more effective if he actually got the hair wet or put in some shampoo or something. One might even think Crowley has ulterior motives.]
All I remember from that is the Mad Madam Mim wizard duel. Which, HEE.
Thought-- [His voice is heavy with the relaxed pleasure in the sensation.] Angels aren't--supposed to play dirty... [And he trails off into a half-voiced sound familiar to anyone who's ever had a happy cat on their lap.]
It's the best part, let's be real. ;) Maybe I'll gratuitously reference it somehow in a footnote.
Can't imagine where you got that idea from.
[He sounds almost gleeful, because this is absolutely his favorite way to spend time. Aziraphale his more or less melting back against him, and Crowley carefully rubs his fingers in little circles next to Aziraphale's ears, then continues them along his hairline.]
Though given that we're in a bathtub of soapy water, I'd say I'm playing entirely clean.
I have to say the footnotes are only getting better with time and I love it. :D
Why thank you and back atcha.
Dropping this in here since the other one is going to take quite some time
I swear I'm done editing now. I think.
Augh it's so delightful <3
Yay!