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Warnings: Fluff below.
A/C PG
Sometimes, He smiled.
Well, honestly, He was usually smiling. He found something to be glad about most of the time--a child’s song, a young woman’s honest ambition, an old man reconciling with his grandson--and on the rare occasion that He couldn’t, He found it made the other side a bit nervous.
It was all ineffable, of course, but He liked to keep some things secret, even from Himself. When He saw an angel and a demon drink together, He was not surprised, precisely; pleased, and satisfied, as one who has set difficult plans feels when they come to an almost unexpected fruition, but not shocked.
The first time He saw the demon tentatively touch the angel’s shoulder, the first time He saw the angel remove the demon’s sunglasses, the first time he saw the demon coaxing the angel to sleep and then the angel doing so--He smiled.
A/C PG-13
The first kiss was awkward. It wasn’t as if either were inexperienced--even angels get curious now and again, and lust was practically a job requirement for the demon--but it was the first time either had tried to please someone whose habits and desires were as familiar as his own. Noses bumped, teeth clashed, and they turned into a pair of bumbling fourteen-year-olds; but in the end it turned out right. They had, after all, been dancing around each other in a slow courting ritual for the last six thousand years. They had to get it right sometime.
At any rate, once they got it down pat, neither Aziraphale nor Crowley seemed especially keen on giving it up.
A/C if you squint, PG
Resolutions No. 7 and No. 9
“That’s a disgusting habit,” said Aziraphale.
Crowley took a long drag. “Isn’t it though?” he said, fondly.
“It’s horrible for the lungs.” It wasn’t important that they couldn’t get cancer, or that they could miracle it away, anyway. It was the principle of the thing!
“It’s wonderfully relaxing.”
Aziraphale made a little offended sound in the back of his throat. Crowley smiled lazily at him.
“Want to try?”
“I think not!”
Several hours later, after three bottles, Crowley once again held out the cigarette.
“Oh, fine,” said Aziraphale.
It really was annoying how they didn’t allow smoking inside the gates.
End.
A/C PG
Sometimes, He smiled.
Well, honestly, He was usually smiling. He found something to be glad about most of the time--a child’s song, a young woman’s honest ambition, an old man reconciling with his grandson--and on the rare occasion that He couldn’t, He found it made the other side a bit nervous.
It was all ineffable, of course, but He liked to keep some things secret, even from Himself. When He saw an angel and a demon drink together, He was not surprised, precisely; pleased, and satisfied, as one who has set difficult plans feels when they come to an almost unexpected fruition, but not shocked.
The first time He saw the demon tentatively touch the angel’s shoulder, the first time He saw the angel remove the demon’s sunglasses, the first time he saw the demon coaxing the angel to sleep and then the angel doing so--He smiled.
A/C PG-13
The first kiss was awkward. It wasn’t as if either were inexperienced--even angels get curious now and again, and lust was practically a job requirement for the demon--but it was the first time either had tried to please someone whose habits and desires were as familiar as his own. Noses bumped, teeth clashed, and they turned into a pair of bumbling fourteen-year-olds; but in the end it turned out right. They had, after all, been dancing around each other in a slow courting ritual for the last six thousand years. They had to get it right sometime.
At any rate, once they got it down pat, neither Aziraphale nor Crowley seemed especially keen on giving it up.
A/C if you squint, PG
Resolutions No. 7 and No. 9
“That’s a disgusting habit,” said Aziraphale.
Crowley took a long drag. “Isn’t it though?” he said, fondly.
“It’s horrible for the lungs.” It wasn’t important that they couldn’t get cancer, or that they could miracle it away, anyway. It was the principle of the thing!
“It’s wonderfully relaxing.”
Aziraphale made a little offended sound in the back of his throat. Crowley smiled lazily at him.
“Want to try?”
“I think not!”
Several hours later, after three bottles, Crowley once again held out the cigarette.
“Oh, fine,” said Aziraphale.
It really was annoying how they didn’t allow smoking inside the gates.
End.