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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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Aziraphale blinked at him.

It seemed the only proper thing to do. And then he smiled, deep and lazy and flushed, and kissed Crowley back, having disposed of the ice cube in his other hand. It was gently done - Crowley was almost trembling with nervousness and tension.

"This is nice," Aziraphale said, trying to sort out his thoughts, which was hard because he could hear Crowley's breathing, they were so close. "What... what about slow?"

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"Slow?" asked Crowley, his voice breaking slightly in relief. He cleared his throat and continued an octave lower. "Uhm, slow. I... I can do slow."

He moved closer, closing his eyes against the bright gaze, and took possession of Aziraphale's mouth once more. This time he did move slowly and deliberately, licking across the angel's lips, pulling the lower one into his mouth and sucking it lightly before releasing it, and gently sliding his tongue into the waiting mouth beyond. He explored for a few moments enjoying the tastes and textures, feeling the two offset teeth along the bottom scrape softly across his tongue, and enjoying the smooth press of tongue to tongue, lips to lips. Then he withdrew, wordlessly inviting Aziraphale to investigate him in return.

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A whimper unwittingly escaped the angel as Crowley's tongue withdrew, leaving him just the littlest bit breathless.

In for a penny... he thought, eyes sweeping over Crowley's awaiting expression.

Aziraphale ran his fingers down to Crowley's sides and gripped them nervously as he leaned forward and kissed him back, his own tongue - less adept, less experienced - slipping between the demon's lips.

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When Aziraphale finished with his explorations, Crowley felt a strong impulse to continue on into other places where clothing would be a hindrance, but the thought suddenly terrified him and he broke their kiss. Breathing heavily, he rolled onto his stomach with his forehead pressed against the bed and took a few moments to compose himself before his muffled voice emanated from the depths of the duvet.

"I, uh, that was quite... quite. I think that I, that is my lip, is feeling better now," he said with a slight groan.

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"Is it?" Aziraphale asked, confused, and then blushed horribly, a deep pink darkening his cheeks. He looked away, face burning, and straightened his tie as Crowley attempted composure.

"My dear," he began, after a moment, "could I...?"

He couldn't finish his sentence, horrified at his own go-ahead and graphic mental images that finished his sentence for him silently.

"Um," he said instead.

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Crowley would have been surprised at the turn Aziraphale's thoughts had taken, despite the fact that his were travelling down a very similar path. Still, he blamed it on his demonic nature and turned his face away.

"Yeah, uh, feeling much better now, so I guess you could go back to whatever it was that you were doing..." while I still have some slight control over myself.

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"If you're certain," the angel said reluctantly, gazing at Crowley's dark hair.

He said nothing for a moment, trying to adjust then sighed. The angel rose and left, disappearing through their adjoined bathroom.

And as he left, he promised himself that there would be a next time.

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Crowley groaned slightly after Aziraphale left, then flopped over onto his back. As his hand drifted across his bare chest of its own accord, he thought that there must have been a better way to handle that, but couldn't for the life of him figure out what it was. He tried to puzzle it out, but his thoughts kept turning to shining eyes and swollen lips and the metallic tang of blood.

After a while, feeling a little depraved and helpless, he gave in to his body's desires, pretending that the angel hadn't gone.