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Crowley was currently going through all stages of human emotions, at the same time. Almost a decade has passed since Aziraphale gave Crowley the tartan thermos and ran off into the night. No, he walked off, but it felt like he was running away from Crowley. Well, Crowley did not know what to do with that. What was you go to fast for me, Crowley supposed to mean? How could the angel keep on doing these things to her and keep getting away with it? Well, it was Crowley who kept allowing Aziraphale these things. She had a feeling why.
Crowley ended up in her female form; she had to take a break from all of that bullshit and just feel herself for a bit. She didn't really have a reason she transformed, it rather just happened overnight. She wasn't complaining. She survived the winters after the thermos-incident, mostly by sleeping, she felt better by the summers. And then suddenly Aziraphale sends her a letter, on the 20th July 1978:
Dear Crowley,
Pick me up from my bookshop on the 27th of July, 9 PM. We are going to the Rivoli Bar. Dress for the occasion.
Kind regards, Aziraphale
Which was odd in itself, because their usual form of communication consisted of meeting up in person because they knew where the other person would be and they would just pop up. Crowley read this note over and over. Each letter was carefully placed after the other and was tiny and delicate. Did Aziraphale's handwriting change? And what the hell was 'dress for the occasion' supposed to mean? Crowley was always dressing for the occasion. What does this even mean?
And that was the point where she started to freak out. She finally got to see the Angel again, which obviously didn't excite her at all. She was just excited to go out in fancy clothes and make everyone jealous around her. She didn't break her mind about what Aziraphale would wear. Aziraphale never really changed style after all. She was still wondering though, just to know in advance how she could humiliate the Angel for his clothing choices.
Right now, Crowley curled her Whiting & Davis snake necklace around her lightly perfumed neck. She knew it was overkill to travel to America to buy that necklace right from the designer but she wanted it in gold so she made sure it existed in gold (rather the necklace didn't dare to not exist in gold). The emerald green eyes of the snake stayed emerald. They couldn't quite decide on what would please Crowley more, so they had a bit of a hiccup when she was eyeing the snake and flickered between emerald and garnet. They dared to settle on emerald after Crowley didn't seem to mind it.
After she bagged the necklace she decided to walk through New York and browse some fashion houses and designers she knew for a dress. She attained the model body that was in trend these days, so no designer could deny serving her. She liked the new and up-and-coming ones the most anyways. Less arrogant and way more creative. Her dress wasn't really the style of this time, but the bloke she got it from had this glimmer in his eyes when his vision came to life, so Crowley decided he would let this dress set a new trend. Well, if she was wearing it, it was inevitable that it would set a trend. It was tight fitted from a velvety black fabric; the skirt was cut tight and asymmetric, the bustier was tight and cut low. Her tiny boobs have never looked this good before. This dude sure was a genius. She got a pair of striped tights that made her legs look even longer and elbow-long black mesh gloves. Her shoes, well, they just were there. Somewhere in the back of her head she vaguely remembered that she thought about them but when she was ready slipping into her dress and tights, they had already manifested as red pointy pumps around her feet. She closed it off with a big boxy coat, that would cover her down the length of her dress so that you could only see her coat, tights and shoes. Her hair was big and floofy - she hissed at it a bit in the mirror after it wanted to slither rather than bounce and then it behaved, mostly. Her lips were red, and she took out the shades she was wearing back in Rome. It was just that kind of mood today. Might just overdo it this once!
And boy was she over-doing it. When she was at the Whiting & Davis workshop she commissioned a custom necklace, for the angel. She somehow thought it was a good idea to commission a chunky pearl necklace with a heart-shaped wing pendant. One wing was embracing the other, the bottom wing was dark plated gold, while the one around it was white gold. She cringed when she saw the result. It was really good craftmanship but the symbolism was too much on the nose. This was terrible. She put it gently (in her mind she was aggressively shoving it) into the box the jeweler prepared and stomped away. The box was lying on her desk for this whole week, and it never stopped staring at her. It's so annoying. She put it in her coat pocket.
Crowley looked into the mirror and felt slightly ridiculous. She looked hot. But that shouldn't have been her goal for this night. No, she definitely tried too hard. It wouldn't matter; if Aziraphale turned out to be normally dressed she could just switch her clothes underneath her coat. No biggie. But she kind of wanted the Angel to see her like this. No, she didn't. It was ten to nine and she needed to leave. She needed to stop thinking.
With shaky hands, she opened the door to her flat and went to the Bentley. She didn't know she was capable of shaking, shivering and feeling her guts turn, all at the same time! It sure was an experience. Not pleasant. She couldn't wait to meet Aziraphale, but also she just wanted to crawl under her Bentley and never leave. Let's just ignore the part where she would crawl because she doesn't do that nowadays. The drumming of her purely theoretical heart was unbearable. Vaguely she realized the Bentley had played
Dining at the Ritz we'll meet at nine precisely-
Because she almost missed the turn to the Angel's bookshop. It was dark inside and she could see that the backroom was lit. It was too warm for a coat, she realized. She was burning hot. She shakily rose her hand to ding the bell.
She thought she was heavily overdressed right up until this moment. And holee shit was she wrong. Never been so wrong before. When the Angel opened her door she was still seemingly rummaging through a drawer by the door but stopped without having retrieved anything. She stepped out onto the porch under her street light and Crowley's jaw dropped. Holy fuck. What.
Aziraphale was in her female form, too, and one Crowley has never seen before. She was plump and curvy and wearing a figure-hugging pearl white slip dress, which left next to nothing to the imagination. She had covered it with a sheer peach-coloured flowy organza dress. She was wearing white chunky high-heeled sandals and her hair was a cloud. Her ears were adorned with huge white pearl earrings. Her cheeks were peachy and her mouth was plump and shiny. Crowley's mouth started to water and she realized she had probably been staring for several minutes, and she closed it. She felt her brain overheating, her cheeks felt like they would fly off any second. This was the most beautiful thing she was ever seen. Her legs twitched to walk forward.
"holy fuck..." she swore involuntarily and immediately after she thought Aziraphale heard it, followed with "Angel, what the hell happened?"
She wasn't sure what she was asking but was this really her Aziraphale? The one that always managed to dress frumpy, no matter what decade, and always had the decency to look modest. This was far off from modest. She was sure this counted as lewdly obscene. It felt like sinning looking at the Angel like that.
"Do you like it?", came the innocent, yet knowing smile from Aziraphale. She was looking Crowley up and down, more down. Maybe she was avoiding Crowley's gaze, which was currently trying to laser-focus on Aziraphale's eyes to not drift away to look at her freckled décolleté.
"You look gorgeouss", she almost hissed out. This was an understatement, she felt like she was a fly being allured by a venus fly trap. Aziraphale blushed happily at that and joined Crowley on the sidewalk, ready to go to the Bentley. Oh, how will she survive this?
"Thank you, you look quite lovely yourself." She was beaming. Crowley hoped her shades hid her gaze enough so that Aziraphale wouldn't realize that her composure was about to collapse on itself like a string.
"Wait, Angel, I have something."
Crowley already regretted this. She shoved her hand into her coat pocket and tried not to squash the box in her stressed grip. She took it out and pushed it a bit too quickly in Aziraphale's direction. The latter war surprised, and immediately after, delighted.
"Oh, that's so swee-", she interrupted herself knowing better. But it just made Crowley jump in her spot from the sudden pain in her chest. She was dizzy. And squirming.
"Jusst open it, Angel..."
And she did open it. And then it was Aziraphale's turn to jaw drop. This was bad. She did too much. Angel's gonna run away again. This was too fast. What was she thinking? Oh no-
Aziraphale's eyebrows shot up like she was about to cry, but the corners of her mouth quirked up.
"Oh, Crowley! This is so beautiful! Please put it on?"
Crowley did not trust herself and her slithery hands but if the Angel wanted it she would sure as hell (?) do it. She took the necklace and Aziraphale turned around and revealed her bared freckled neck. She unclasped the necklace, reached around Aziraphale slowly. She could feel the heat radiating from Aziraphale and she wondered if she was really as warm as the sun and the stars she once created. She tried not to brush Aziraphale's skin, being careful about her probably scalding hell-touch. She leaned in to close the necklace and felt an aura of perfume that smelled something like airy pears. Crowley had already closed the necklace but swayed in place, breathing in the new, but familiar, scent of the angel. She felt herself drifting closer and caught herself right in time to not make it awkward. The angel turned around.
"How do I look? I think I chose the right earrings for today!" She was beaming again. Her grin was infectious. Crowley felt herself go slightly mad. She stared at the necklace, and the pendant, that was handing right in the place between her breasts. Surely it was okay to stare right now.
"Angel, you look good, okay? Right, get in." Maybe cutting herself short would help. She turned around and opened the door for Aziraphale, which apparently was in a very good mood today, and kept on grinning.
The three-minute drive to the Ritz was thankfully uneventful, only Crowley could have sworn that Aziraphale stole a few glances at her, here and there, and fiddled with the hemmed edge of her dress. She was giving off so much warmness to Crowley that she felt lulled in and wanted to curl up into it and fall asleep. She parked the Bentley and opened the door for Aziraphale again and offered her her coated arm. Which Aziraphale took without hesitation.
It was odd, being touched by the Angel but only through the fabric of her coat. They have avoided touching each other as long as they have known each other, as they didn't know how their angelic and demonic powers would interact, and also they obviously didn't have a reason to touch each other. So they never did. Crowley felt like this was the closest she got to being touched by Aziraphale. She felt the Angel's strength in her grip on her arm, and her weight with the way she lifted herself out of the car. Her arm tingled and she felt it tightening its grip around Aziraphale's arm, which also didn't seem to want to let go. So they just walked to the bar's entrance like this, their arms linked together.
Only now Crowley was wondering whether this was supposed to be a date. It couldn't be. Nothing has changed since the last time they saw each other, the Angel couldn't possibly have intended for this to be a date. But it didn't matter, because it felt like a date. They were walking like other pairs were into the bar, which was softly lit by warm light. They knew this bar. But somehow now it felt terribly romantic and Crowleys heart was painfully wrenching in her chest, ready to jump out and fight (or flight). Aziraphale was still smiling quietly. She spoke to the guy whose job was to let people inside and he let them in. Crowley didn't really register what she said to him.
Crowley felt awkward about taking her coat off. It meant Aziraphale would let go of her arm, which was inevitable but still hurt. Also, she didn't know how the Angel would react. So she swung off her coat and as elegantly as she managed, gave it to the wardrobe lady and turned around calmly. Aziraphale was staring, mostly at her cleavage. Well, this was normal, people always stared at her.
"Oh, Crowley, you look fabulous... and your snake is adorable." She leaned in closer and smiled at her cleavage, ehm, snake. Crowley decided garnet would definitely work better, as it would make the snake more evil-looking, so she hissed at it to behave. Aziraphale chuckled.
"No matter how hard you try, I can still see its true colours." With a suggestive smirk that was probably meant to mean something, but Crowley didn't get on. She did not ever think an Angel could suggestively smirk. So her brain must've obviously caught on fire.
"After you", she said automatically and the Angel went browsing.
They found a high table and sat opposite each other. Aziraphale grabbed the menu and was carefully looking at it. Crowley allowed herself to stare, as long as the Angel didn't realize it couldn't make her uncomfortable, right? Her hair looked featherlight like it was floating in big curls around her head. Her pearl earrings somehow fit perfectly to the pearl necklace. Her cheeks were flushed, or maybe carefully blushed. Her eyelashes had the audacity to look coy, that's how downturned and long they were. She stared at her lips. Shiny pink lips. She was pouting them slightly as she was studying the menu, as she always did when she was trying to imagine what the best choice would be for today. Then she drew in her lower lip and Crowley looked back up at her eyes. Which were fixed on Crowley's face. Aziraphale didn't know where Crowley was looking right now, and that's why she was looking. Or she knew precisely that Crowley was staring and now wanted Crowley to get a grip and stop staring. Then her eyes drifted lower down Crowley's face until the latter felt a soft warm breath on her neck as if there was someone close up breathing against her. After Crowley used all her currently available willpower to not shudder, Aziraphales eyes went searching for a waiter.
They placed their order and then Crowley asked hesitantly:
"So, Angel, is there a reason for this meeting?"
"Not really." She put her chin on her hands, which revealed pink manicured fingernails and more freckles. Her chest was squished slightly from her arms, she was looking intently at Crowley.
"Um, so how are your blessings and miracles going?" She wasn't sure what to say.
"The usual. Tell me about this necklace." Well, straight to the point. Crowley squirmed in her chair.
"What do you mean?"
"Where did you get it, why did you choose it?"
How was she supposed to answer this?
"Uh, back in America, there was a jeweler I enjoyed the work of. Took this with me one day because I liked the idea." Well, that was more or less the truth. Aziraphale was silent for a long while, and Crowley thought she wouldn't answer anymore.
"I also really like the idea..." She was looking at Crowley with an unidentifiable expression. She smiled, still, but her eyes were almost sad. Crowley wished she could touch Aziraphale, coil around her, and press infinitely close. She wanted to be covered by her wings and shielded away from the world and all the terrible things they had to endure. She didn't know how to express all of this, and it was probably out of the lane to do so. So she decided to say:
"Now it's yours, I mean it can't go anywhere-", this wasn't making sense so she stopped. Aziraphale also didn't say anything. In the back of her mind, she hoped she got it as much as Crowley did. She hoped it meant as much to her as it meant to Crowley. But she also hoped the opposite, that the Angel didn't care at all. Would make things easier for the Angel. Crowley was doomed, after all, and probably deserved this. She could just hold on to the idea of what their life would be if they weren't on opposite sides. If they could just be human for example. What would that be like? Would they even know each other? Would they have existed during different centuries and have never met at all? Or would they live happily as friends, or even-
"Thank you", Aziraphale smiled at the waitress who placed a blackwood-looking cake and black tea in front of Aziraphale and the dirty martini Crowley got in front of her. Where did Aziraphale find cake on the menu of a bar?
Crowley was incredibly thankful for the arrival of alcohol and immediately took a sip. Maybe she should just get completely plastered today. But none of that would have prepared her for what she was about to see.
Aziraphale took the cherry that had a little bit of whipped cream stuck to it by its stem. She brought it closer to her mouth, parted her lips and slipped it inside, licking off the cream with a delighted sigh. Something between Crowley's legs twitched. She was completely focused on Aziraphales mouth and what it was doing. After she licked off the cream she put the cherry to her mouth and bit a piece off, colouring her lips in faint red juice, which she licked off her lips as well. Crowley's felt burning heat down in her stomach and between her legs and this was terrible, what was the Angel doing. After that, she just pulled the rest of the cherry off the stem and continued to eat normally. But it didn't help Crowley at all. She was still sighing and moaning about how good this tasted and what incredible work they did here. While Aziraphale was distracted eating, Crowley allowed herself to gape at the Angel's figure.
The silk of the white slip dress was majestically draping across her breasts and the warm light of the bar was illuminating every fold and curve. It reminded Crowley of the perfectly chiseled flowy fabric on greek sculptures, that always fully showed how the body looked underneath but somehow was supposed to cover the person. Aziraphale was not wearing a bra and the dress was cut in a way so that her boobs were on full display. Tonight definitely more people were starting at the Angel. Usually, it was Crowley. Crowley vaguely imagined where the nipples would be and wondered how it would be to lick them, just like Aziraphale licked off the cream off the cherry. Wait, what the fuck-
"Angel, can't believe you dress like thiss." She said out of breath.
"Whatever do you mean? I thought you liked it..." Aziraphale answered a bit disappointed.
"No I mean you actually look decent, you never look appropriate." Said Crowley. They were still too close to the topic she desperately wanted to get away from but she couldn't think of anything else right now.
"I always look appropriate!" Which earned a 'really?' stare from Crowley and she continued:
"Alright, I get your point, but I felt eager to try this style out. What would you call it, a sexy style?" She asked innocently. Crowley writhed from the word choice.
"Hnnn... yes Angel, I guess that's how you call it. Suits you."
"Oh, I suppose sexy doesn't really suit me, but I'm glad you like it!" She said cheerfully. Crowley cringed. If she only knew how much Crowley liked it. Not even Crowley expected to obsess over it as much as she did. Oh, if only you knew how much it suits you, she thought.
After that, the Angel started talking about something about the birth of Venus and how weird humanity has interpreted her birth with the whole sea foam being the sperm to fertilize the clamshell. It all sounded incredibly inappropriate out of the Angel's mouth but at least they would continue to talk about art pieces and not about more vulva metaphors in the form of shells and oysters. She did think about how Aziraphale has slurped down the oysters in Rome though, and to be honest, felt herself becoming an oyster. At least between her legs, if that made any sense. She hoped this wouldn't happen every time they would go out together and Aziraphale would eat because the Angel always did that. What was it about her today that was so compelling and appetizing? When Crowley ate the olive from her drink, Aziraphale was looking thoughtfully at it.
Immediately after Crowley finished, they decided to leave, rather Aziraphale was almost impatient to leave, which was not typical. Usually, she would order four or five things from the menu, just to get a bite of everything. But she finished her cake and urged Crowley to get out of here. So Crowley took her coat and put it on - not because she was actually cold but she wanted the Angel to hook her arm back into Crowley's. Desperately. And thankfully Aziraphale immediately did after the coat was on. Crowley felt slightly dizzy from the alcohol but it certainly was not enough to make her feel this fucked up. She was completely burning from the inside, and she was so close to just turning to the side and completely wrapping her arms around Aziraphale. She wanted to throw off her coat and throw her arms around Aziraphale's waist, pull her in, stick her hose into her neck and just stay there to breathe that peary scent in, forever. She wanted to remove Aziraphale's clothes, the last barrier, and really touch her. Touch her everywhere all the time. Be wrapped inside her. Be consumed by her. She realized she was so close to Aziraphale now that her tights touched the calf of the Angel's right leg and it send a spark through her. She shouldn't be this close, it was dangerous. So she picked up speed to lead them to the Bentley.
"Lift home?" She said automatically.
Crowley shrugged out of her coat and threw it on the back seat. Just as she bent down to open Aziraphale's door, she could hear the tiny and uncertain voice of the Angel from behind.
"Crowley-"
She immediately straightened up. Aziraphale was picking at the hem of her dress again, and that somehow made things worse. Crowley took a step back to lean against the car, to prevent herself from jumping the Angel and possibly swallowing her down whole.
"Angel, what-"
The Angel moved her hands away from the hem, and closer to Crowley. But she was moving them towards her hands, slowly, carefully. She looked up at the Angel in horror, only to find her being tunnel-focused on Crowley's hands. She still had the mesh gloves on. Next thing she knew Aziraphale's hand was wrapped around Crowley's. Aziraphale drew in a shaky breath and waited. Nothing happened. Her grip tightened and she added her other hand. Crowley could feel her so close, she could feel her incredible warmth that was spreading her from her fingertips and filling her up completely. Aziraphale ran her hand up the gloved hand up to Crowley's elbow. She stopped there. She was still staring down at Crowley's hands like she couldn't believe it was happening. And to be honest so was Crowley. Aziraphale then pinched the end of the glove between her fingers, still avoiding skin, and carefully started to drag it down Crowley's arm. The hairs on Crowley's arm stood up and she shivered, this felt so intimate. Then after her hand was out of the glove Aziraphale finally managed to move her eyes from her hands and put the glove on the Bentley's bonnet and went back to her position of staring at Crowley's hand.
"Crowley...", she pleaded, "can I try?" She looked up at her with pained eyes and it's what Crowley felt too. She wanted this bad, and if Aziraphale asked her for it she couldn't deny it.
"Yess...", she whispered. They both took a breath preparing for any smiting or destruction that could potentially await them when they touched. And then Aziraphales hand was around her's again. It was so good, so warm. Aziraphales hand was dry and encapsulating. So infinitely warm. Crowley didn't dare to move her fingers. Aziraphale waited again, anticipating anything to happen. Still nothing. Holy shit. Aziraphale entwined her fingers with Crowley's and waited for the longest time now. She realized what they were doing and the nervous heart beating crept back into her body at full speed. Her hand twitched. It got a hand and now wanted the whole thing. She couldn't touch Aziraphale.
"Angel, I-", she couldn't finish.
"Don't call me that right now."
And then Aziraphale pressed Crowley against the car, stepping close. She didn't release Crowley's hand yet and they twisted awkwardly, but all of that didn't matter because Aziraphale was kissing her right on the mouth. At least it was the corner of the mouth, but immediately after Aziraphale was devouring her lips with incredible precision. Crowley's mind went completely blank and she let out a whine that wouldn't have happened if she hadn't longed for this moment for six millennia. Her legs parted, half sitting on the Bentley and Aziraphale stepped impossibly close, her hands all over Crowley touching every patch of bare skin she could find. Crowley couldn't believe this was happening and she was honestly too stunned to do anything. She was just overwhelmed by every sensation from everything Aziraphale was touching. They made out like this for a long time, neither of them knew how long they actually spent like this. Aziraphale's leg rubbed between Crowley's legs, she wished she wouldn't wear tights, just to feel Aziraphales gorgeous thighs against her skin. A helpless moan escaped Crowley when Aziraphale pressed against her crotch, and they parted to look at each other.
The Ange- no, Aziraphale was a fucking gorgeous mess. Her lips were a darker shade of red now, as their lipsticks have mixed during their snogging. Her hair partially forgot how to behave and strands were hanging out of place. She was just as red in the face as Crowley felt herself being. She was breathing heavily and was laser-focused on Crowley's eyes, which were still behind the shades. But she felt as if Aziraphale could look through them anyway. Aziraphales eyes were dark, heavy-lidded and pleading. She was incredible. Her eyes ran over Crowley's body. She spotted that the right strap of Crowley's dress was on the verge of falling down her bony shoulders. Her hand moved up to the strap and pulled it down until it was hanging uselessly on Crowley's arm. Her eyebrows shot up in wonder. This was when Crowley realized what was happening.
"Aziraphale...", she croaked, "we can't..." Aziraphale's hand was drifting up to cup her neck and Crowley couldn't help it, but her body was twisting into the touch. She bared her neck and shivered when Aziraphale slid behind her ear.
"Please, Angel, I'm scared I can't stop myself if you don't stop now." She was pleading again. She couldn't risk Aziraphale falling because she couldn't stop herself. Aziraphales hand tangled in Crowley's hair and it was so hard to think straight.
"I'm not an Angel today, so stop calling me that. We are just regular humans." She tried to convince Crowley, the universe and herself.
"We can't just pretend our nature away, Aziraphale."
"We can try. Please, Crowley, I don't care right now. I am so sorry that I could never get past that but let's have this one night. After I gave you the holy water I was thinking for a decade about how far I could go. And I still don't know. I want to know, so much. Please."
"This one night?" Crowley was happy enough to leave it at this day. She was also happy enough if nothing more happened today, she just wanted to keep Aziraphale in her life and it didn't matter how.
"Promise me you won't tempt me again, I don't want to lose you over my weakness."
"Promise." She figuratively held her pinky out and Crowley actually entwined their pinkie. They could do that now, huh? It felt so right. Crowley broke down.
"Aziraphale, you're so gorgeouss."
"Crowley, you look like a treat that I want to unravel and taste." Which surprised Aziraphale as soon as it left her mouth and Crowley was severely flustered. What the fuck happened to her Aziraphale.
"Drive me home?" She smirked at Crowley. Which fiddled awkwardly with her other glove.
"Uh, yup."
Honestly, Crowley's body felt too liquid to drive. But since Aziraphale wanted to get to the bookshop, she imagined her liquid to be fully capable of driving. The previous song ended and after a pause, the next song started
Oh, you're gonna take me home toni-
Before Freddie could continue, Crowley slammed the radio shut. This fucking radio. Aziraphale chuckled and put her hand on Crowley's thigh which burned right through all her layers and settled deep in her abdomen. Her crotch twitched again. She would discorporate today, for sure.
They arrived at the bookshop and Crowley still hoped they could just go home and forget about everything. She obviously would never forget about Aziraphales soft mouth on hers, the look in her eyes, the feeling like she was the only thing that mattered to Aziraphale. This was everything she ever would have wanted and more. How was this wrong? Aziraphale and the things they did together were the only things that felt right to her. She could never understand how any of this could be wrong or sinful. They were made by god herself, weren't they. So this surely must've been her intention. She stopped herself. She wasn't allowed to think that way - well she was, but the Angel wasn't, so she also wasn't.
Aziraphale miraculously unlocked her bookshop and held the door open for Crowley.
"After you." She smiled. Crowley was shaking out of her skin. She carefully stepped in, but she didn't have much time to think because Aziraphale was back on her and with even more vigour than she thought possible.
Crowley was being pressed against the door, which slammed shut with their combined weight. Aziraphale moaned loudly into her mouth and Crowley's ears ringed at the shameless sounds that were now spilling from her mouth. She made sure to drink every one of them in. The peary perfume was overwhelming her senses and she felt charmed and trapped inside Aziraphale's energy. Crowley still wasn't sure what she could allow herself to do, so she just let the Angel take everything she wanted from Crowley. She would do anything the Angel wanted anyways. So she parted her mouth so Aziraphale could reach into her better, twisted her body so it was pressed close to where Aziraphale wanted to be, her hands only on places the Angel put them on.
"Crowley, please touch me, don't be scared."
"Aziraphale... I don't want to overstep, please just tell me what you want me to do."
"I want everything you would be willing to give to me."
Which was literally everything, where should she even start. As if Aziraphale heard her thoughts she stepped back two steps and snipped her fingers, removing her slip dress from underneath her sheer dress. Crowley was speechless. This was an image she could never be ready for. The naked Angel was standing there bare before her, but her sheer dress was still on her and it threw shadows in a way that underlined the Angel's shape. Before Crowley could take the time to take that image in, Aziraphale turned around and began walking toward her couch. Her buttocks bounced with every step and Crowley wanted to touch them, to rub her face against them. There was just so much of Aziraphale. She followed her without question, but on wobbly legs. She lost her high heels somewhere on the way.
"Can I?" Asked Crowley.
"Please, anything, my Dear..."
And with that Crowley dropped to her knees in front of Aziraphale, which landed on a miraculously cushioned ground.
"We're humans, remember?"
She mumbled mesmerized by Aziraphales vulva, which was just as plump and smooth as the rest of her. Crowley lifted her dress over her head and was confronted with the familiar scent of pears and distantly, peaches. The plump lips were hiding everything. Crowley immediately dived in with her mouth and licked in between the big lips. Aziraphale jerked from the unfamiliar sensation.
"Ohh..."
The nectar that was leaking from Aziraphale was tasting just how Crowley had expected it, of Peaches and Pears, which was probably why it tasted exactly as she imagined it. She knew vulvas did not taste like this usually, but this one decided to become Crowley's aphrodisiac. Aziraphale bit her lower lip and watched Crowley, who was looking up at her like she loved her, and continued licking the nectar from between her lips. Aziraphales constant quivering was making it hard to keep this up though, so Crowley said:
"Can you please sit down for me?"
Aziraphale shuddered, sat down and spread her legs to reveal her inner folds. Crowley took her hands and parted her lips even further revealing everything. She dived in with her mouth again and this made Aziraphale's thighs spread even further. Crowley grabbed under her thighs to get a better grip and pressed herself closer. Her human tongue licked over her opening, then along the smaller lips and finally over her clitoris. Aziraphale gasped.
"Yes, Crowley, that's good."
Which made Crowley lick her clitoris with even more vigour. She licked with the grainy part of her flat tongue in long swipes, then she flicked the tip of the tongue over it and pressed the tip of her tongue against the clit in an attempt to get under the hood. Aziraphale whined as if she couldn't bear it. But the whine was so needy that Crowley needed to hear it again. So she circled the tip of her tongue around the Angel's clit. She went back to her opening, going along the same path. Then she put her lips around the clit like Aziraphale did with the cherry, sucked it in and then flickered her tongue over it again. Crowley sucked and released the clit so it would slide in and out of her lips. Aziraphale was constantly gasping and shuddering in her grip. Like this, she didn't have any maneuver left, except to arch her back.
Crowley's efforts to get the Angel off collapsed onto her and she felt her tongue becoming more demonic and snake-like when she was licking inside Aziraphale's opening. She accidentally licked inhumanely deep and her tongue seemed to twist and turn against her will inside Aziraphale.
"Ssorry", she hissed out when she dared to look up at Aziraphale. Her face was drenched in Aziraphale's wetness. Aziraphale was looking at her slightly mad.
"Crowley, that was marvelous, please do continue." Which was more coherent than the Angel looked like right now.
Crowley wished she had two tongues so she could do her clit and be inside her at the same time but decided that her thumb had to do for the clit. It wasn't long until Aziraphale started coming violently in her grip, her whole body vibrating with the shockwaves and almost sending Crowley over the edge as well, because she could feel the Angel's waves of pleasure in her body as well. It felt as if she was being cleansed from the inside, as if every fold and crinkle was being straightened out and her head was being filled with clouds. She didn't know how long Aziraphale was coming for but she licked her through it until a whine came out of Aziraphale because she was coming again due to overstimulation.
"Fuck" she cried when the second orgasm hit her even harder.
"Sorry for that", she said after she recovered a bit when Crowley gave her a break. The latter, who was still between her legs and occasionally licking along her lips, looked up at Aziraphale, who was glowing.
"Aziraphale, you are incredible."
Before Aziraphale could dare to answer and say something that would make Crowley's skin crawl, the latter sucked at her clit again. It slid in and out and in and out. It didn't take long.
"Crowley", Aziraphale moaned with her head back against the bookshelf. She was coming again, Crowley knew how it felt like now. She was out of breath, without even needing to breathe. Aziraphales breathing was also laboured and her head was still thrown back. Crowley wanted to stay in this Eden between Aziraphale's perfect thighs forever and drown in her peachy nectar. She smiled contently but also shuddered at her own arousal. The smell wasn't making it easier, it was intoxicating.
"Crowley, sit on my face." Aziraphale commanded. Crowley obeyed, even though she would have liked to have stayed between the Angel's thighs. Aziraphale took off the dress she was still wearing and turned on the sofa so that her head was lying down. Crowley was too impatient and snapped her clothes away with a frivolous miracle, climbed on top of her and looked down. The Angel was wearing the face of a starved person that had their favourite dish put in front of them.
"Crowley, you are gorgeous, have I ever told you that? You're the most beautiful thing to exist. No Venus or Aphrodite can measure up to you..."
Crowley's clit twitched in anticipation. Aziraphale wasn't in her right mind, talking this nonsense, but it touched Crowley to the core and she let it settle deep inside of her. She wanted to be the most beautiful thing to Aziraphale. An angel that knew heaven more than she could ever remember it. The Angel, who was the most beautiful creature herself. It couldn't be that Crowley was more beautiful than all these things that Aziraphale knew, and yet she believed every word her Angel said to her. She could feel them inside her chest, blooming and suffocating her. Fuck. She was pulled in by Aziraphale into her mouth, her beautiful pink mouth.
Aziraphale was devouring her. She was gasping and moaning like she was eating her favourite sushi from that one guy Crowley was always jealous of. And Crowley could only grip the sofa cushions and try not to fall off. It was so good, and she needed to remind herself all the time that this was really happening and it was Aziraphale beneath her. The latter dragged her flat tongue over Crowley's clit, which made her buck her hips involuntarily until they set into this rhythm automatically. Crowley was riding Aziraphale's face. She distantly wondered what she would taste like to Aziraphale. But since Aziraphale swallowed constantly like she was drinking Crowley empty, she hoped that meant that it was to Aziraphale's taste. Crowley was coming after an absurdly loud slurp from Aziraphale and thankfully the grip of the Angel was strong enough so that she could ride out her orgasm.
After she calmed down she moved down to straddle Aziraphale and kiss her. She could taste herself in Aziraphales mouth, it reminded her vaguely of oysters. She wrapped her arms around Aziraphale, holding her by the shoulders, their chests were touching and Aziraphales breasts were incredibly soft and comfortable. Crowley's heart was beating fast. She has never touched Aziraphale so much, and yet it was still not enough. She wanted to be absorbed by the Angel's soft body. She pressed as close as she could, clinging to Aziraphale who wrapped her arms around Crowley and tightened her grip, too.
"This is so good, I wish we could just merge together", Crowley mumbled into her neck. Then she licked up the neck to her ear and started to nibble on the earlobe. She felt drunk and soft, she just wanted to hold Aziraphale forever. She distantly wondered how she could charge up on this moment so that when they separated again she wouldn't lose her mind from being deprived of Aziraphale's touch. She gasped lightly when Crowley got carried away and licked around her ear shell.
"That would be marvelous." She breathed.
Crowley wondered how desperate the Angel really was about all of this. Because she had never given Crowley any signals, ever. She couldn't remember that Aziraphale ever said anything that could've suggested her feelings towards Crowley. She hasn't even been calling Crowley her friend. She was always so scared of heaven and its ways and wanted to do good by them. Crowley could often see that the Angel didn't agree with the actions she was forced to perform. She could also see how hard she struggled every time they met up. But Crowley never forced her to meet, it became a habit itself. And Aziraphale couldn't deny that they weren't friends, otherwise what was the point of meeting your enemy over and over again and having fun doing it. Crowley didn't really care about their Arrangement, she just wanted an excuse to see the Angel (and maybe that was why Aziraphale used this as a reason to meet all the time). The breaks between their meetings were too long, she slept through it nowadays. Maybe the Angel wasn't as desperate for Crowley as she was for Aziraphale. Did the Angel love her? Well, she loved all beings the same. Was it only lust that she felt for Crowley? They haven't really talked about anything yet, just got straight to shagging. Crowley didn't want to ruin this evening, so she just tightly held on to Aziraphale and relished the warmth that was so similar to the warmth of stars.
"Crowley, I can feel your love." She said softly with a wobbly voice. And Crowley stiffened up immediately in her arms. She didn't know she was capable of loving, but now that she was thinking about it...
"Crowley... you are still a being of love. After everything that hell has done to you, after everything you went through, you are still capable of loving."
Crowley thought she could hear the Angel tear up. She herself was on the verge of tears because she still didn't understand why she fell in the first place. Her intentions were always good. She didn't remember how love felt like in heaven and when she was an angel, but at this moment she felt so light and in the right place, just as she remembered heaven being like. At least that's what she imagined. But she saw how heaven treated Aziraphale, which was just as unfair. Maybe she should say it, maybe that would make her feel like an angel again. She shifted up from Aziraphale's neck and moved her hands to cup Aziraphale's face. Her eyes were vulnerable and soft, only focussed on Crowley. Aziraphale's warm hands held Crowley's shoulderblades.
"Aziraphale...", she gulped, this was harder than she anticipated. "I didn't understand this feeling, but I think I have loved you for six thousand years. And only now do I realize what it means."
She was wiping the cheek of the Angel who was crying quietly at Crowley's words. Then, tears escaped her eyes too.
"I love you. I love you so much. So fucking much. I want to be with you forever, hold you forever."
Crowley cried because that was not possible, the Angel also cried harder at that.
"Crowley, you need to know that I will love you forever. I am ready to wait as long as it takes so we can be together. I never knew my love could be different from the love I feel towards everything, but I love you even more than the things I should love most. I will never stop loving you, you need to remember that, please."
Crowley couldn't believe it. She didn't think she was worthy of the Angel's love, but she could feel it. She could feel and see Aziraphale's glow when she said those words, when she touched her. She could feel the feeling deep down inside her chest and tingling all over her body. She felt touched by Aziraphale in places she couldn't reach. And yet she reached them. She believed it, but only because she could feel Aziraphale's love too.
"I can feel it, you know... too. I think I can feel your love, Aziraphale."
Aziraphale smiled sadly and thankfully didn't say anything about Crowley still being 'redeemable'. They kissed, and Crowley could feel the love. She didn't know where it started and where it ended. Didn't know whose voice she could hear but she felt it.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
They spent the rest of the night lying like this and whispering their love to each other. They didn't grow tired of this, but what shook them out of their haze was the sunrise, which came faster than they both hoped for. Aziraphale looked like she saw a ghost and looked back at Crowley as if she was ready to break out in tears again.
"I don't want this to end. Crowley..."
"Aziraphale, we promised. We can't risk it." She said but didn't move yet. She wasn't sure how she could force her body away from Aziraphales. She took a couple of breaths and rose off of Aziraphale. The world was cruelly cold. She snapped her fingers and was fully clothed again and standing beside a pain-filled Aziraphale.
"Come on, Angel, it's cold."
She helped Aziraphale up. Aziraphale took some comfortable-looking clothes and dressed up. Back to normal, huh. Maybe a good move to help her to forget about this night. They were still holding each other by the hands, unsure how to part. They went to the front door.
"Aziraphale, I will wait for you." She said trying to remove her hand. But Aziraphale threw herself around Crowley again and kissed her. She couldn't resist and melted into it one last time but pushed herself away after a minute. Crowley stepped away further than she usually would and put her hand on the door handle.
"I love you." Is all that Aziraphale managed.
"See you around." Said Crowley, trying to fall back into their usual routine. She twisted the handle and stepped out into the dawn. She didn't dare to look behind her. She started crying as soon as she heard the bookshop's door close.
