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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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"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.

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

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.

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

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.