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[ineffable-angel.livejournal.com]

Date: December 14, 1999
Setting: Crowley and Azirphale's bathroom
Status: Private - Crowley, Aziraphale
Summary: Aziraphale notices Crowley's hurts.



"Owfuck."

The exclamation was not the first from the bathroom, and caused the angel to look up once again. "Are you quite certain you're all right?"

"Yes, angel, fine. Ow."

"You don't sound all right." Aziraphale found his cane and clattered to the bathroom, unwieldly on the hard floors. "You sound..."

He stopped. Crowley was shirtless and staring at himself in the mirror. The large one. That gave Aziraphale a very good view of the demon's naked chest, which he'd not seen for centuries.

"Um," Aziraphale said, mouth suddenly dry.

"What?" Crowley said irritably, turning around.

"You're - what happened?"

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[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Crowley grinned at Aziraphale's obvious discomposure, although it took a huge effort of will not to glance down to see exactly how discomposed he was. But smiling widely opened his lip again and the painful tug brought him back to the problem at hand.

"Maybe some ice would be helpful," he conceeded, ignoring the fact that he could heal it easily without the angel's help. Perhaps if Aziraphale felt guilty about hurting him again, he'd try to make it up to him somehow...

[ineffable-angel.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale miracled some distractedly, a blush still painting his cheeks a schoolboy pink.

"Here," he said, grasping at Crowley - oh, yes, the no-shirt thing. How very well. He reached out, Crowley suddenly still against him, and touched the ice carefully to Crowley's swollen mouth. Gently, softly, he moved it, so as to cover the whole of the area. The blood was all but gone by now, and the demon's mouth glistened at him.

He stared, unable to look away, and let out a whimper. Oh, heavens, he wanted to give Crowley another kiss.

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Crowley caught the hand that was currently holding ice to his lip and pulled it down to wrap around his bare waist, conveniently leaving his mouth free. He was having trouble thinking clearly, which may have been due to the punch or may instead be due to the flushed, whimpering angel in his arms who clearly wanted more.

Not a demon to disappoint, Crowley covered Aziraphale's mouth with his own as he tugged him through the door leading into his bedroom. He licked at the angel's lips as they moved across the floor and was granted access just as he tumbled onto the bed, pulling Aziraphale down with him.

Ignoring the pain and the insistent demands of his body, he focused solely on the willing mouth against his.

[ineffable-angel.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale made a noise of surprise as he was pulled down onto the bedspread, Crowley's mouth hot against his. He kissed Crowley thoroughly, lips sealed together, and opened his mouth and slipped his tongue into Crowley's.

He was sure, at one point, that he made a noise like "Ngk" as Crowley returned the favour, their tongues tangling against each other, hot and wet and so fierce.

Aziraphale, in his most secret of dreams, had never begun to think that Crowley would be as bold as this (although the tongue was not entirely unexpected, but he wouldn't admit that unless he was extraordinarily intoxicated). He wasn't at all put out by Crowley's enthusiasm. Rather the opposite, actually.

The ice began to melt in Aziraphale's hand, and trickle down between them.