Snippet
Title: Untitled
Pairing: C/A
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.
Summary: A sweet moment between the angel and demon.
Word Count: 391
“Aziraphale?”
“Hmm?” it was a contented exhale and Crowley realized belatedly that the angel had started to doze, a habit he had only recently been able tempt him to.
“It’s nothing, go back to sleep.” He briefly tightened the arm wrapped around the angel and rubbed his lips across Aziraphale’s temple, the lightest of pressures and the greatest of sensations. Velvety skin and silken hair electrified Crowley’s system, and if the delicate shudder that ran through Aziraphale’s frame was any indication, the angel wasn’t unaffected.
“Dear heart, at no point has there ever been “nothing” between us.” But the words were soft and Aziraphale didn’t press the issue. He understood that sometimes Crowley started to say things, only to realize that he couldn’t give voice to them. Aziraphale accepted this quirk in his lover. He also firmly believed that it was Crowley’s inhibitions that stilled his tongue, not any demonic edict that held him in thrall; and as such it was only a matter of time before that last barrier between them slipped away.
Aziraphale snuggled closer into Crowley’s embrace, his head pillowed on the demon’s shoulder, one leg draped over Crowley’s. Aziraphale trailed his fingertips up along Crowley’s ribs, a feather light touch, across his shoulder and down one arm to entangle them with the demons. Aziraphale played his fingers on Crowley’s, danced over the tips, tickled his palm, bended and extended them ever so slightly.
It wasn’t long before Aziraphale’s eyes slid shut and his languid movements ceased as his chest rose with unnecessary inhalations. Crowley assumed that Aziraphale decided that he needed to let his corporation breathe while he slept after having seen the demon do so for so long.* Of course it wasn’t necessary, but found himself Crowley fascinated. He watched the angel dream, as his eye lids twitched occasionally and his chest moved up and down in an that easy rhythm.
Crowley lay awake for a long time as he caressed his fingers over the beautifully manicured ones that still lay in his hand, and he just watched his angel sleep.
*The demon had decided long ago that his corporation was less likely to wake to a beheading if the locals saw him breathing during his slumber. It had been pretty damned embarrassing when he’d gone to fill out his forms to requisition a new corporation.
A/N - hopefully this is redeems me a little bit from my last contribution to the community.
Pairing: C/A
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.
Summary: A sweet moment between the angel and demon.
Word Count: 391
“Aziraphale?”
“Hmm?” it was a contented exhale and Crowley realized belatedly that the angel had started to doze, a habit he had only recently been able tempt him to.
“It’s nothing, go back to sleep.” He briefly tightened the arm wrapped around the angel and rubbed his lips across Aziraphale’s temple, the lightest of pressures and the greatest of sensations. Velvety skin and silken hair electrified Crowley’s system, and if the delicate shudder that ran through Aziraphale’s frame was any indication, the angel wasn’t unaffected.
“Dear heart, at no point has there ever been “nothing” between us.” But the words were soft and Aziraphale didn’t press the issue. He understood that sometimes Crowley started to say things, only to realize that he couldn’t give voice to them. Aziraphale accepted this quirk in his lover. He also firmly believed that it was Crowley’s inhibitions that stilled his tongue, not any demonic edict that held him in thrall; and as such it was only a matter of time before that last barrier between them slipped away.
Aziraphale snuggled closer into Crowley’s embrace, his head pillowed on the demon’s shoulder, one leg draped over Crowley’s. Aziraphale trailed his fingertips up along Crowley’s ribs, a feather light touch, across his shoulder and down one arm to entangle them with the demons. Aziraphale played his fingers on Crowley’s, danced over the tips, tickled his palm, bended and extended them ever so slightly.
It wasn’t long before Aziraphale’s eyes slid shut and his languid movements ceased as his chest rose with unnecessary inhalations. Crowley assumed that Aziraphale decided that he needed to let his corporation breathe while he slept after having seen the demon do so for so long.* Of course it wasn’t necessary, but found himself Crowley fascinated. He watched the angel dream, as his eye lids twitched occasionally and his chest moved up and down in an that easy rhythm.
Crowley lay awake for a long time as he caressed his fingers over the beautifully manicured ones that still lay in his hand, and he just watched his angel sleep.
*The demon had decided long ago that his corporation was less likely to wake to a beheading if the locals saw him breathing during his slumber. It had been pretty damned embarrassing when he’d gone to fill out his forms to requisition a new corporation.
A/N - hopefully this is redeems me a little bit from my last contribution to the community.