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[Those steady strokes up and down his arms feel like petting--a temptation he can never resist, in cat or human form. He lets his eyes slip shut, remembering the lake at dawn, Camelot at night, the little boy who called him Mama. And the short time when he'd had everything, when despite the fear of being caught his soul had been afire with love, more than a demon ought to be able to hold.]

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.

Had to do something to make sure all those musclebound knockouts would listen to me, and a few magic tricks seemed to work.

[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.]

[He groans softly at the gentle application of pressure--Crowley's always been good with his hands, no matter what he's doing with them, and anything like a backrub from him is as much of a guilty pleasure for Aziraphale as being petted. Well. Maybe not a guilty pleasure. Just one he doesn't tell people about.]

Mm... you're being very thorough back there. As a dedicated hedonist I approve.

Have to be thorough, I'm doing good back here. Making order from chaos and all that. Can't be an angel and leave a thing half-finished, right?

[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.]

[Aziraphale makes a rather incoherent noise as those fingers go to work on his scalp--in any form, a good rub behind the ears seems to hit some internal control switch marked "Pile of Goo Mode: On", and this is no exception.]

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.]

[Crowley caught on to how sensitive Aziraphale's scalp is long ago, long before they had the relationship they do now. Now that he has explicit (and frequently reconfirmed) permission to do so he takes shameless advantage of his knowledge. Turning Aziraphale to putty has been one of Crowley's favorite hobbies since Bethlehem. Though doing it in this form has certain advantages that Aziraphale's cat form doesn't offer...]

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.

[Bastard, bastard angel--it's exactly the right amount of pressure, and it's as if Crowley can somehow draw all the stress from deep in his muscles up into his fingers to rub it away.]

Hngh, [he manages, a low groan that's somewhere between utter contentment and how very dare you. After a moment he tries again--] Nnrrrhh. [Nope, not working. If it were possible for a human body to melt into a big warm puddle of jelly, his would be doing exactly that right now. Even though they've been lovers for centuries, this sort of intimacy is always rather breathtaking in its simplicity and comfort.

But then Crowley's always made Aziraphale's heart and body and mind react in ways that surprise him.

One more attempt, he tells himself, and tries to muster up real coherence while Crowley's thumbs are stroking over the back of his neck.]

Rrrrmmmmff.

[Great job, Aziraphale.]

[Crowley laughs softly, more than fluent enough in purring-Aziraphale-speak to interpret those noises.]

You're adorable.

[It's a low, loving murmur. His thumbs and fingers glide easily over the soap-wet skin, and walk the fine line between firm pressure and more relaxing strokes with the same ease.

Once Aziraphale's scalp and neck have been thoroughly seen to Crowley works over the shoulders for a while, and a little of the upper back. Then he slides his arms around Aziraphale from behind, pulling the demon back to lie in his embrace entirely.]

Good?

[Aziraphale's head rests on Crowley's shoulder. His eyes are shut and there's a look of utter bliss on his face--though he can't know it, right now he looks very much like the angel he once was.

Of course when he opens his mouth the illusion is ruined.]

"Good" doesn't begin to cover it. You wicked, wicked angel.

[Though his voice is low and rumbling, there's no tension in his body at all now.]

Yes, how dare I give you backrubs and soap you down. Heinous sins to have on my conscience.

[He chuckles and kisses Aziraphale's head, then delicately nibbles at his earlobe.]

You love it.

[Said with a certain amount of smugness. Who could blame him? He has the world's foremost hedonist and tempter reposing on him in state of utter contentment.]

[He breathes in deeply, spine taking on a slight liquid arch at the feel of teeth against his ear. Tonight is going to be pure delight, he can already tell, and it feels like a reward for letting the Antichrist scribble on him.]

I love you.

[Aziraphale tips his head back a little further, lazily inviting. The words feel like a song tonight.]

I know.

[Crowley nuzzles Aziraphale's ear with his nose, then kisses it again, kisses the sensitive skin behind. One of his hands strokes over Aziraphale's chest with a little more purpose, as he brushes the heel of his palm over taut nipples.]

Love you too. Rather a ridiculous amount.

[He grins against Aziraphale's skin.]

You most susceptible of foul fiends.

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As I suddenly decide what if Sword in the Stone.

Speaking of things I should probably reread...

Likewise, though I was cheating and thinking of the Disney film, which I know too well.

All I remember from that is the Mad Madam Mim wizard duel. Which, HEE.

It's the best part, let's be real. ;) Maybe I'll gratuitously reference it somehow in a footnote.

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!