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Date: 2020-01-20 01:15 am (UTC)
confoundthemighty: (Oh you.)
From: [personal profile] confoundthemighty
[It's barely a matter of seconds before he's melting happily into Crowley's arms--the angel rubs his nose gently against the soft thin skin behind one of Aziraphale's ears, and it has roughly the same effect on him that Crowley's excellent cat-petting skills have on his feline form. Which is probably cheating, and he would bring it up, but he's extremely comfortable as he is just now.]

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.

Date: 2020-01-20 12:02 pm (UTC)
duckshaveears: (| unfallen au - smile)
From: [personal profile] duckshaveears
Should hope so. 'm an angel, after all.

[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.]

Date: 2020-01-21 01:14 am (UTC)
confoundthemighty: (Bliss.)
From: [personal profile] confoundthemighty
[Aziraphale lets out a soft rumbling noise, arching slightly under those gorgeous long hands, languid and warm and perfectly contented.]

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.

Date: 2020-01-21 12:27 pm (UTC)
duckshaveears: (| unfallen au - smile)
From: [personal profile] duckshaveears
[The mrr earns a chuckle and another kiss. Crowley loves making Aziraphale purr, whatever form he's in.]

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?

Date: 2020-01-21 03:16 pm (UTC)
confoundthemighty: (Oh you.)
From: [personal profile] confoundthemighty
[His breath hisses in quietly at that teasing touch; he nearly groans when Crowley takes both hands off him altogether to reach for the soap. But he does as he's asked, with only a brief glance over his shoulder, presenting the scarred and marker-splotched expanse of his back.]

He didn't attempt to draw anything on me, did he? Write his name anywhere?

Date: 2020-01-22 09:56 pm (UTC)
duckshaveears: (| unfallen au - I have a cunning plan)
From: [personal profile] duckshaveears
Hard to say. There's a bit here that might be a backwards Z.

[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.

Date: 2020-01-22 10:20 pm (UTC)
confoundthemighty: (Rather wonderful.)
From: [personal profile] confoundthemighty
[He chuckles at the hedgehog bit--Warlock may be the Antichrist, but Aziraphale knows he doesn't have much aptitude for ancient signs and symbols. At least not yet. And when Crowley points it out he does glance down at the mark on his thigh.]

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.

Date: 2020-01-22 10:27 pm (UTC)
duckshaveears: (| unfallen au - looking down)
From: [personal profile] duckshaveears
[Crowley's hands pause for the faintest second, out of surprise. It's very, very rare for Aziraphale to bring up his previous stint at child-rearing.]

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.]

Date: 2020-01-22 10:48 pm (UTC)
confoundthemighty: (Rather wonderful.)
From: [personal profile] confoundthemighty
[Aziraphale relaxes back into the hug, letting himself be wrapped and comforted. They haven't talked much about Lancelot--for a long time Camelot on the whole has been a bit of a sore subject. But now the sharpest of the pain those memories carried has been softened by time, and Aziraphale finds he can think about the good times more easily.]

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.]

Date: 2020-01-23 04:15 pm (UTC)
duckshaveears: (| unfallen au - looking down)
From: [personal profile] duckshaveears
[Camelot was a difficult, complicated time, for many of reasons. But there are some sweet memories associated with it, also, and after the amount of time that's passed Crowley can bring those to the forefront while letting other things go. He turns his head, not kissing Aziraphale's neck again so much as just resting his nose and mouth against his skin.]

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.

Date: 2020-01-23 05:02 pm (UTC)
confoundthemighty: (Rather wonderful.)
From: [personal profile] confoundthemighty
[Aziraphale lifts a hand to cover one of Crowley's where it rests on his chest; his smile is fond, his voice a soft murmur.]

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.

Date: 2020-01-24 12:44 pm (UTC)
duckshaveears: (| unfallen au - eyebrow)
From: [personal profile] duckshaveears
Mm. Taught by the best. Tempted people without even trying, everywhere he went.

[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.

Date: 2020-01-24 03:53 pm (UTC)
confoundthemighty: (Rather wonderful.)
From: [personal profile] confoundthemighty
[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.

As I suddenly decide what if Sword in the Stone.

Date: 2020-01-24 07:51 pm (UTC)
duckshaveears: (| unfallen au - looking down)
From: [personal profile] duckshaveears
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.]

Speaking of things I should probably reread...

Date: 2020-01-24 10:04 pm (UTC)
confoundthemighty: (Rather wonderful.)
From: [personal profile] confoundthemighty
[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.
duckshaveears: (| unfallen au - you seriously think)
From: [personal profile] duckshaveears
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.]
confoundthemighty: (Bliss.)
From: [personal profile] confoundthemighty
[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.]
duckshaveears: (| unfallen au - smile)
From: [personal profile] duckshaveears
[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.
confoundthemighty: (Bliss.)
From: [personal profile] confoundthemighty
[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.]

Why thank you and back atcha.

Date: 2020-01-28 12:28 am (UTC)
duckshaveears: (| unfallen au - smile)
From: [personal profile] duckshaveears
[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?

confoundthemighty: (Bliss.)
From: [personal profile] confoundthemighty
[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.]

I swear I'm done editing now. I think.

Date: 2020-01-30 12:25 am (UTC)
duckshaveears: (| unfallen au - I have a cunning plan)
From: [personal profile] duckshaveears
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.]

Augh it's so delightful <3

Date: 2020-01-30 06:54 pm (UTC)
confoundthemighty: (Bliss.)
From: [personal profile] confoundthemighty
[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.]

Yay!

Date: 2020-01-30 10:53 pm (UTC)
duckshaveears: (| unfallen au - smile)
From: [personal profile] duckshaveears
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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