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Title: The Twelve Days of Christmas
By: musegaarid & _serpensortia
Rating: NC-17
Summary: On the seventh day of Christmas, an angel gave to me, schooling in botany...
Notes: The seventh part of our twelve part holiday ficlet. Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four, Part five, Part six.
Crowley found him at the Oxford Botanical Garden, halfway up a Red Oak, bark brown hair falling into moss coloured eyes. Looking up certainly afforded a nice view of jumpsuited arse.
"What brings you here?" Jeliel called down.
"Got a bonsai that needs help," yelled Crowley back, holding up a tiny, bent juniper. "It's not responding to threats."
Jeliel climbed down, unhitching his safety gear and stepping out of the contraption.
"Come to my office, then."
The office turned out to be a greenhouse for botany experiments away from the public part of the garden. They discussed the various projects for a while, both speaking knowledgeably and technically about the subject before conversation turned back to the poor plant.
"And you say your attempt to stunt its growth physically through stunting it emotionally isn't working?" the angel inquired.
Crowley shook his head. "I've caught it inching toward open windows. And it's not taking care of itself no matter how many of its peers I put down the disposal. Look at the needle droppage…"
Jeliel laughed like the wind in the leaves. "I think you've succeeded all too well. You've stunted it so greatly, it has lost its will to live. Perhaps you inadvertently destroyed its life partner amongst the other plants?"
"What does the angel of trees know about a life partner?" Crowley asked, surprised.
"Angel of trees and marital fidelity," corrected Jeliel with a smile.
"Marital… what? When did that happen?"
"Oh, quite a while ago. I'm not sure why I was chosen, but I don't question Him."
Crowley made a wry face. "Of course you don't." Damn. He might as well have picked the angel of chastity for where this was going to go.
Jeliel gave the demon an odd look. "Crowley, you already know what's wrong with your bonsai. Why are you really here?"
With the mad smile of someone who knows that what he's about to do is very stupid, Crowley sauntered over and said in his best seductive tone, "I heard you'd been doing some experimentation out here, and I was wondering if you needed someone to help stimulate your stamen."
"Stimulate my…?" but Jeliel's response was cut off when he abruptly crushed his lips against the demon's. Said demon was understandably shocked.
"What? But…?" Crowley sputtered.
"Anything to keep you from saying that again," the angel grinned.
Crowley gave an evil smirk. "So if I were to say something about the benefits of cross-pollination…"
This time, Crowley was pushed against a glass wall as Jeliel leapt up and wrapped his legs around the demon's waist like a creeper vine around an elegant elm. Their tongues twined together.
It wasn't until Crowley had left a series of red marks down the angel's neck and had pushed the top half of the tan jumpsuit off Jeliel's shoulders to toy with his nipples, that he paused a moment. He'd undertaken this challenge as a lark, but he didn't really want to be responsible for an angel acting against his function.
"Whatever happened to marital fidelity?" Crowley asked, panting against Jeliel's damp skin. The angel's earthy smell was incredibly appealing and the demon was nuzzling his chest as he waited for an answer. He could stop, if he had to, but he really, really hoped he wouldn't have to.
But Jeliel just laughed again. "Neither of us is married, Crowley."
That was really much more of a turn-on than it was probably intended to be. Although one could never tell with angels.
Crowley exhaled shakily and vanished all their clothes. "Then let me show you the span of my filament…"
In the struggle to shut Crowley's mouth, both angel and demon ended up rolling across the dirt floor. "You know," said Jeliel thoughtfully as his shoulder blades dug into the ground, "there's no actual prohibition against horrible botanical pillow talk, but I'm considering making it a punishable offense."
"You're just jealous," Crowley retorted from his position atop the angel, "of the superior nature of my anthers."
Jeliel shook his head. "So you say. I have yet to see the results of your experiment…"
Raising an eyebrow, Crowley brushed his prominent filament against Jeliel's. "If it's proof you're after, perhaps you'd consider collecting some of my pollen to test your hypothesis."
The angel's only response was a bucking of his hips. This encouragement was all Crowley needed to press his cock to Jeliel's entrance and slide into the soft warmth. Trailing his hands over the angel's strong torso, Crowley pushed forward, falling into a simple rhythm as Jeliel matched him thrust for thrust. The friction and heat built between them as Jeliel's hands drew organic designs in the soil.
As the pressure mounted, the demon smiled down at his willing partner. "I think it's safe to say…"
But Jeliel interrupted breathlessly. "If it has anything to do with plants, trees, or nature, so help me I will get up and leave right this second."
Crowley adjusted his angle slightly, lifting the angel's legs and causing him to cry out. "That's not very encouraging," Crowley grumbled. Despite yesterday's success, he'd had more than enough of angels leaving by now.
Jeliel pulled him in and squeezed. With a great shout, the demon came without warning, the earthy smell overwhelming his senses, and fell atop the prone angel.
"Shit," Crowley wheezed, sated.
"Makes great compost," Jeliel agreed.
By: musegaarid & _serpensortia
Rating: NC-17
Summary: On the seventh day of Christmas, an angel gave to me, schooling in botany...
Notes: The seventh part of our twelve part holiday ficlet. Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four, Part five, Part six.
Crowley found him at the Oxford Botanical Garden, halfway up a Red Oak, bark brown hair falling into moss coloured eyes. Looking up certainly afforded a nice view of jumpsuited arse.
"What brings you here?" Jeliel called down.
"Got a bonsai that needs help," yelled Crowley back, holding up a tiny, bent juniper. "It's not responding to threats."
Jeliel climbed down, unhitching his safety gear and stepping out of the contraption.
"Come to my office, then."
The office turned out to be a greenhouse for botany experiments away from the public part of the garden. They discussed the various projects for a while, both speaking knowledgeably and technically about the subject before conversation turned back to the poor plant.
"And you say your attempt to stunt its growth physically through stunting it emotionally isn't working?" the angel inquired.
Crowley shook his head. "I've caught it inching toward open windows. And it's not taking care of itself no matter how many of its peers I put down the disposal. Look at the needle droppage…"
Jeliel laughed like the wind in the leaves. "I think you've succeeded all too well. You've stunted it so greatly, it has lost its will to live. Perhaps you inadvertently destroyed its life partner amongst the other plants?"
"What does the angel of trees know about a life partner?" Crowley asked, surprised.
"Angel of trees and marital fidelity," corrected Jeliel with a smile.
"Marital… what? When did that happen?"
"Oh, quite a while ago. I'm not sure why I was chosen, but I don't question Him."
Crowley made a wry face. "Of course you don't." Damn. He might as well have picked the angel of chastity for where this was going to go.
Jeliel gave the demon an odd look. "Crowley, you already know what's wrong with your bonsai. Why are you really here?"
With the mad smile of someone who knows that what he's about to do is very stupid, Crowley sauntered over and said in his best seductive tone, "I heard you'd been doing some experimentation out here, and I was wondering if you needed someone to help stimulate your stamen."
"Stimulate my…?" but Jeliel's response was cut off when he abruptly crushed his lips against the demon's. Said demon was understandably shocked.
"What? But…?" Crowley sputtered.
"Anything to keep you from saying that again," the angel grinned.
Crowley gave an evil smirk. "So if I were to say something about the benefits of cross-pollination…"
This time, Crowley was pushed against a glass wall as Jeliel leapt up and wrapped his legs around the demon's waist like a creeper vine around an elegant elm. Their tongues twined together.
It wasn't until Crowley had left a series of red marks down the angel's neck and had pushed the top half of the tan jumpsuit off Jeliel's shoulders to toy with his nipples, that he paused a moment. He'd undertaken this challenge as a lark, but he didn't really want to be responsible for an angel acting against his function.
"Whatever happened to marital fidelity?" Crowley asked, panting against Jeliel's damp skin. The angel's earthy smell was incredibly appealing and the demon was nuzzling his chest as he waited for an answer. He could stop, if he had to, but he really, really hoped he wouldn't have to.
But Jeliel just laughed again. "Neither of us is married, Crowley."
That was really much more of a turn-on than it was probably intended to be. Although one could never tell with angels.
Crowley exhaled shakily and vanished all their clothes. "Then let me show you the span of my filament…"
In the struggle to shut Crowley's mouth, both angel and demon ended up rolling across the dirt floor. "You know," said Jeliel thoughtfully as his shoulder blades dug into the ground, "there's no actual prohibition against horrible botanical pillow talk, but I'm considering making it a punishable offense."
"You're just jealous," Crowley retorted from his position atop the angel, "of the superior nature of my anthers."
Jeliel shook his head. "So you say. I have yet to see the results of your experiment…"
Raising an eyebrow, Crowley brushed his prominent filament against Jeliel's. "If it's proof you're after, perhaps you'd consider collecting some of my pollen to test your hypothesis."
The angel's only response was a bucking of his hips. This encouragement was all Crowley needed to press his cock to Jeliel's entrance and slide into the soft warmth. Trailing his hands over the angel's strong torso, Crowley pushed forward, falling into a simple rhythm as Jeliel matched him thrust for thrust. The friction and heat built between them as Jeliel's hands drew organic designs in the soil.
As the pressure mounted, the demon smiled down at his willing partner. "I think it's safe to say…"
But Jeliel interrupted breathlessly. "If it has anything to do with plants, trees, or nature, so help me I will get up and leave right this second."
Crowley adjusted his angle slightly, lifting the angel's legs and causing him to cry out. "That's not very encouraging," Crowley grumbled. Despite yesterday's success, he'd had more than enough of angels leaving by now.
Jeliel pulled him in and squeezed. With a great shout, the demon came without warning, the earthy smell overwhelming his senses, and fell atop the prone angel.
"Shit," Crowley wheezed, sated.
"Makes great compost," Jeliel agreed.