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neutral_omens2006-06-18 04:46 pm
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Date: June 18, 2000
Setting: Behind the Greenhouse
Status: Private (Crowley, Ellie, possibly Aziraphale)
Summary: Crowley has some questions for the resident succubus
When Crowley awoke early from the afternoon nap he'd become accustomed to taking*, he was faintly annoyed. He could usually sleep as long as he wanted to and wake exactly when he wanted to. Why he couldn't this particular afternoon was a mystery. But after fifteen minutes of tossing and turning, he threw the covers back and got up. A quick glance at the clock told him that it was an hour until the angel could leave, so he stared in the mirror at his mussed hair trying to figure out how to kill the time. A look out the window seemed to indicate that it was a nice, clear, warm day and a walk in the greenhouse might help to clear his head, so he adjusted his clothes, fixed his hair, put on his sunglasses, and headed outside.
The greenhouse was much like it had been in January when he'd had his ill fated encounter with Michael and Raphael, but a lot had happened since then. Still, the plants were thriving with all the direct sunlight and he only had to water one or two of them to keep them from burning up. A tour of the glass room took him to the back door and he opened it just out of curiosity to see where it led. He was rewarded for it, too, because there was a half-asleep Ellie sunning herself in a secluded little clearing wearing nothing but a scrap of fabric below her waist.
With a grin, Crowley sat down on the fluffy towel beside her.
"Hey, Ellie. Good to see you. You know, I'm glad you're here. I've been meaning to ask you about a couple of things. You wouldn't know anything about a black kitten with a white paw, would you?"
He spoke quickly, smiling, hoping she'd be lured into saying something because she was confused and drowsy. If she didn't, it was no big deal, but he couldn't pass up the advantage. He was a demon, after all.
*There being really nothing else to do around the Manor until Aziraphale got off of work.
Setting: Behind the Greenhouse
Status: Private (Crowley, Ellie, possibly Aziraphale)
Summary: Crowley has some questions for the resident succubus
When Crowley awoke early from the afternoon nap he'd become accustomed to taking*, he was faintly annoyed. He could usually sleep as long as he wanted to and wake exactly when he wanted to. Why he couldn't this particular afternoon was a mystery. But after fifteen minutes of tossing and turning, he threw the covers back and got up. A quick glance at the clock told him that it was an hour until the angel could leave, so he stared in the mirror at his mussed hair trying to figure out how to kill the time. A look out the window seemed to indicate that it was a nice, clear, warm day and a walk in the greenhouse might help to clear his head, so he adjusted his clothes, fixed his hair, put on his sunglasses, and headed outside.
The greenhouse was much like it had been in January when he'd had his ill fated encounter with Michael and Raphael, but a lot had happened since then. Still, the plants were thriving with all the direct sunlight and he only had to water one or two of them to keep them from burning up. A tour of the glass room took him to the back door and he opened it just out of curiosity to see where it led. He was rewarded for it, too, because there was a half-asleep Ellie sunning herself in a secluded little clearing wearing nothing but a scrap of fabric below her waist.
With a grin, Crowley sat down on the fluffy towel beside her.
"Hey, Ellie. Good to see you. You know, I'm glad you're here. I've been meaning to ask you about a couple of things. You wouldn't know anything about a black kitten with a white paw, would you?"
He spoke quickly, smiling, hoping she'd be lured into saying something because she was confused and drowsy. If she didn't, it was no big deal, but he couldn't pass up the advantage. He was a demon, after all.
*There being really nothing else to do around the Manor until Aziraphale got off of work.
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He'd crept up on the unsuspecting duo, looking far too relaxed in the afternoon sunshine to be allowed. Aziraphale straightened up from his crouched position to glance at Ellie.
"Hello, my dear," he added, touching his forehead reflexively as if to touch his cap to her. "We need to stop meeting like this," he told her gravely in his English voice. "Well, you, ah, unclothed with Crowley here, partially unclothed. Those are quite nice trousers, love."
He stood up, surveying their faces. "My, don't you both look suddenly guilty. I was only teasing, you know. What on earth were you so intently discussing out here that you didn't even notice my approach? I'm not precisely subtle. Indeed, I tripped over that bush over there and nearly dropped dearest-" he reached inside his own jacket, where one hand was cradling the dozing kitten, and pulled "-Chicago."
"You know," the angel continued, gazing up at the sky as he cradled the purring animal, "any other succubus, or any other demon that I found together like this I'd be slightly worried." He smiled, pausing and allowing them to compose themselves as they saw fit. "I can't tell if this says more about me or you two."
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"If we were any other demon and succubus, I'd say you would have other things to worry about than our state of dress. Clearly, I need to find a new place to sunbathe," she grumbled, crossing her arms rather pointlessly across her bare breasts. She still hadn't worked out why Aziraphale, of all people, brought out what little modesty she possessed when his partner seemed to have precisely the opposite effect, but it was bloody annoying when the two of them were in the same general vicinity. "There's altogether too much traffic back here lately.
"And we were talking about pets, actually. Hello, Chicago," she added, smiling at the tiny purring fluffball the angel held. Clearly she'd made herself right at home with her unlikely pair of new roommates.