Gift Drabble for mrsronweasley: Aziraphale/Crowley - Wine Tasting
I have written something. It is not porn, but it is something.
It's also not going in the writing journal (theladyamneris) because I am a lazy sod.
Title: Wine Tasting
Author: thescarletwoman
Rating: PG
Fandom: Good Omens (look! It's not HP!)
Summary: Crowley brings wine by the bookshop
Disclaimer: Like everything else, not mine.
Ah, the bookshop. Aziraphale found there were days he liked nothing better than to curl up in the back room of the dusty old shop with one of the ancient tomes in his lap and stay there for the rest of the day. Of course, whenever Crowley showed up, he managed to spoil those plans as Crowley seemed to have other ideas in mind.
Ideas like going out for a cuppa [1] or for a glass of wine. Why they couldn't simply stay in for said glass of wine was beyond him. But usually on those days, Crowley made an effort and seeing definition on Crowley's figure... well, Aziraphale couldn't resist [2].
"Angel, you better not be reading through Martin Luther's documents again. This will be the fourth time this week if you are."
Aziraphale looked up from his book to see Crowley standing in the doorway, a bottle of wine [3] in his hand, along with two glasses.
"You brought it with you for once?" Aziraphale asked, raising an eyebrow.
Crowley shrugged in that graceful way of his, stepping into the dimly lit room. "I figured it would be easier to have my evil way with you." He set the glasses down on a table and uncorked the wine, filling both glasses half-way full.
"Have your evil way with me?" Aziraphale asked, taking the glass once it was offered to him. "Don' you think that's a bad choice of words?"
He took a seat in the chair opposite Aziraphale and sipped his wine before answering. "Perhaps, Angel, perhaps."
Later... much later when they found themselves wrapped around each other, Aziraphale was glad that Crowley had made the effort that afternoon.
And maybe Crowley's choice of words wasn't so far off either.
[1] There was a wonderful coffee shop on the next block and Crowley knew Aziraphale's weakness for steamers on a cold afternoon.
[2] Gay, straight, or English?
[3] Cabernet Sauvignon, 1872
It's also not going in the writing journal (theladyamneris) because I am a lazy sod.
Title: Wine Tasting
Author: thescarletwoman
Rating: PG
Fandom: Good Omens (look! It's not HP!)
Summary: Crowley brings wine by the bookshop
Disclaimer: Like everything else, not mine.
Ah, the bookshop. Aziraphale found there were days he liked nothing better than to curl up in the back room of the dusty old shop with one of the ancient tomes in his lap and stay there for the rest of the day. Of course, whenever Crowley showed up, he managed to spoil those plans as Crowley seemed to have other ideas in mind.
Ideas like going out for a cuppa [1] or for a glass of wine. Why they couldn't simply stay in for said glass of wine was beyond him. But usually on those days, Crowley made an effort and seeing definition on Crowley's figure... well, Aziraphale couldn't resist [2].
"Angel, you better not be reading through Martin Luther's documents again. This will be the fourth time this week if you are."
Aziraphale looked up from his book to see Crowley standing in the doorway, a bottle of wine [3] in his hand, along with two glasses.
"You brought it with you for once?" Aziraphale asked, raising an eyebrow.
Crowley shrugged in that graceful way of his, stepping into the dimly lit room. "I figured it would be easier to have my evil way with you." He set the glasses down on a table and uncorked the wine, filling both glasses half-way full.
"Have your evil way with me?" Aziraphale asked, taking the glass once it was offered to him. "Don' you think that's a bad choice of words?"
He took a seat in the chair opposite Aziraphale and sipped his wine before answering. "Perhaps, Angel, perhaps."
Later... much later when they found themselves wrapped around each other, Aziraphale was glad that Crowley had made the effort that afternoon.
And maybe Crowley's choice of words wasn't so far off either.
[1] There was a wonderful coffee shop on the next block and Crowley knew Aziraphale's weakness for steamers on a cold afternoon.
[2] Gay, straight, or English?
[3] Cabernet Sauvignon, 1872