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Best served hot

Summary

Aziraphale wearing his shirt half-naked.

Crowley certainly wasn't expecting this sight when he arrived in the kitchen for breakfast. 

But he certainly wasn't going to complain.

Notes

Just me indulging in the idea of Aziraphale putting on Crowley's shirt....

On Ao3

Rating G -  505 words

Attracted by the fragrance of coffee that had roused him from bed, Crowley entered the kitchen and stopped dead at the sight of Aziraphale pouring coffee into two cups with his back to her.

All he could do at that moment was stammer. 

"A-angel? Is that... is that my shirt?"

He immediately realized that he'd asked the most idiotic question of all, because it was obviously his shirt that Aziraphale was wearing.

First, because it was black; second, because although it was a little tight around the arms, the sleeves were rolled up from being too long; and third, because it fell low on Aziraphale's thighs.

His bare thighs.

The demon swallowed and was trying to collect himself when Aziraphale turned around with two cups in his hand and handed one to Crowley with a playful little smile, “I bow to your observational skills.”

Crowley struggled to recover from his shock, for while he often wore Aziraphale's clothes, he'd never seen the reverse. And what a sight it was.

He took a sip of coffee as he continued to watch Aziraphale, the way the fabric fell in flowing folds over his thighs, accentuating them, the way the shirt parted over his chest and stomach, revealing his soft curves, the color contrasting with the tone of his skin.

The angel, who had followed his gaze, smiled again and Crowley set down his cup before approaching him slowly. With no doubt as to the demon's intentions, Aziraphale put down his cup and watched as Crowley closed the distance between them.

Once in front of him, the demon slipped his hands under Aziraphale's shirt, making him shiver, before placing them on his hips, pulling him closer with a little tug.

Aziraphale parted his lips slightly, letting out a small gasp as Crowley closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to the angel's, kissing him passionately.

When they finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, Aziraphale asked teasingly, "Am I to take it that you're enjoying this?"

Crowley chuckled and cupped Aziraphale's face, his thumb gently tracing the line of his lips, moistened slightly from the kiss.

Aziraphale shook one shoulder slightly so that the shirt opened a little more and slid off, revealing the soft, round shoulder, then asked, a playful gleam in his eyes, "More than you like seeing me naked?"

The demon licked his lips and replied, "You have no idea how much, Angel."

Seeing Crowley's heated gaze, Aziraphale gently pushed him away and began walking back toward the kitchen door, whispering, "Then come and show me."

Then he turned and let the shirt slip and fall to the floor just before he passed through the kitchen door.

That was all it took for Crowley to snap out of his trance and he almost ran as he followed the angel into the bedroom.

The coffee cups sat untouched on the kitchen table. But neither Aziraphale nor Crowley cared when, much later, their contents were long gone cold.

The coffee could wait, their love could not.

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Another way to say I love you

Summary

Aziraphale is happy to return to the cottage after a long day out, and is surprised to find his demon baking cookies...

Notes

For #Azirafeast

On Ao3

Rating G -  742 words

When Aziraphale entered the cottage, the first thing he noticed was the inviting, tantalizing smell of something baking in the oven. 

"Crowley?"

"In the kitchen, Angel!"

Aziraphale set down his belongings, taking the time to remove his coat and hang it with his hat before heading for the kitchen.

Hearing him enter, Crowley turned to him and said with a broad smile, "I didn't expect you back so soon."

Aziraphale had made a little trip to London to pick up a few more things from the bookshop that he hadn't been able to take with him when they had moved into the cottage.

"Well, they were all afraid of me driving at night, so they made me leave early."

"I must thank them for worrying about your safety."

Crowley pressed a light kiss to the angel's lips and said softly, "Welcome home."

Aziraphale returned the kiss and as they pulled away, he said, "I'm glad I came home early too, though I wasn't expecting this smell or this." The angel pointed to a plate of cookies on the counter and added, "I see you've been busy."

He stepped forward and, reaching for the plate, asked, "May I?"

"Well, they're basically for you, Angel, so yes. Go ahead then. But don't hit the pastry chef if it's not good."

Aziraphale didn't answer and bit into a cookie. Almost immediately, he couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure and exclaimed, mouth still full, "Oh my... Crowley. That is one of the most delicious things I've ever eaten."

Crowley blushed slightly, flattered by the praise, and handed him a second cookie. Aziraphale enjoyed it the same way.

Watching him eat several cookies in a row, the demon smiled fondly.

Aziraphale noticed and, a little embarrassed, said, "Sorry, they are so good."

Crowley shook his head.

"Don't be, it's always nice to see you enjoying things. And I'm flattered, since I made them. However..."

He came closer and continued, "You have some crumbs. Let me get them off your face." 

The demon ran his thumb over the edge of Aziraphale's mouth, wiped off a few crumbs, and brought his thumb to his mouth, licking the crumbs.

"Hm, you're right. It doesn't taste too bad, Angel. But..."

Crowley leaned forward and continued, "I need a better way to taste." 

He moved closer and gently pressed his lips to the spot where he'd removed the crumbs, then pulled back a little, humming appreciatively. 

"Truly delicious."

He moved closer again, this time running his tongue over Aziraphale's lower lip before capturing the angel's lips for a deeper kiss. Aziraphale responded by wrapping his hands around his lover's waist and the kiss lasted for a few moments until they had no choice but to part when the oven bell rang.

Crowley stepped aside and apologized sheepishly, "Sorry, duty calls."

Aziraphale chuckled and watched as the demon took another baking sheet out of the oven, inhaling the scent of this new batch with delight.

"I need to get the next batch ready," Crowley said, turning to the bowl of dough.

Aziraphale approached and wrapped his arms around the demon's waist from behind, pressing his cheek against his back.

Crowley hummed with contentment and leaned back into the embrace, continuing to prepare the dough. After a moment, he said softly, "Baking is love made edible."

Aziraphale looked puzzled, "Hm?"

Crowley smiled fondly, "It's a saying, and it's absolutely sappy, I know, but let me be a little sentimental and then you can forget it. What I mean is, maybe these cookies are my way of telling you that I love you."

Crowley felt Aziraphale gasp against him and turned his head to him.

"Does that still surprise you?"

Aziraphale tightened his arms around him and replied, "Of course it still surprises me, because I don't take your love for granted, but rather as something to be nurtured, in the little things. Like the fact that you're making these cookies. Oh, and yes it's just as sappy as you were. So when this disgustingly sentimental discussion is over, let's open a nice bottle of wine and forget about it. And also, I love you too. This, on the other hand, forbids forgetting."

They both laughed, then Crowley continued to prepare the dough, Aziraphale's arms still around him.

Much later, with the cookies half gone and the wine bottle completely empty, they may have forgotten some things, but not the most important.

Their love.

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The end of loneliness 7/7

Chapter Summary

The end... or the beginning...

Notes

This little story, started on a whim, is coming to an end. 

Thank you for following it. I hope you've enjoyed it.

On Ao3

Rating G - 2689 words

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"So, is the big day coming soon? I guess you're looking forward to it, even if it's not something completely new for you."

Anthony took a sip of coffee, wondering what the best answer would be. Yes seemed too restrictive, but it wasn't as if he wanted to go into the details of his new living arrangements with Aziraphale. Yes, of course he was happy to move in with him, but... 

"Anthony?"

Nina's voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he replied quietly, "I'm... cautiously optimistic. Granted, it's nothing new, but it's... different."

Nina nodded.

"It's better that it's different, don't you think? It means he's not a substitute." 

She took another sip of coffee and added, "Anyway, I'm happy for you. Well, not so happy for him, seeing how hard it must be to live with you..."

"Hey, that's mean!"

Nina laughed, then her face became serious again as she said quietly, "If life has taught me anything, it's that you have to take your happiness where you find it. So I'm glad you decided to give yourself a new chance with him."

Anthony mumbled, "There was nothing to decide because everything happens naturally between us."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, nothing, I talked too much."

"You, talking too much?" 

Nina chuckled before she continued, "When it comes to talking about stars or even ducks, yes, you could be accused of talking too much, but when it comes to your private life, that's not the case. I was joking with you, I heard you loud and clear and I understand what you mean, so for me, who's been watching you a little bit since the beginning of this relationship, it's clear that things are natural between you. Anyone who sees you together can see that there's something special." 

After taking another sip of coffee, she added, "Although there is one thing that intrigues me."

"What is that?"

"Well, how will you manage to live together, since you both have your individual habits, not to mention your past experiences, which are rather... different from what I know."

Anthony had asked himself the same question. Sure, they'd been together for almost a year, they'd each left things at the other's place, each had a key to the other's apartment, but they'd never spent more than a few days at a time together. Obviously, living together was something new, but somehow Anthony had a feeling it would work out.

"I guess we'll see as we go along," he replied confidently.

"You know where to find me if you want to talk."

Anthony nodded. 

The friendship he'd formed with Nina had grown stronger after Christine's death, but especially since he'd been with Aziraphale. Before they'd just been colleagues who worked well together and shared the same dedication to their work, but it had long since gone beyond a professional acquaintance and he knew he could count on her.

"I know. But let's stop talking about me, it's my turn to meddle, how are things going with the new music teacher?"

After a difficult relationship that had ended in an equally difficult way, Nina had needed time to rebuild herself, but the start of this school year had put the new music teacher in her way, who had gradually managed to break through her shell.

"It's...taking its course."

Although Nina complained that Anthony didn't talk much about himself, she was hardly more expansive, and it often took a drunken evening for them to confide in each other, so Anthony didn't insist.

The conversation lightened as the break came to an end, and after that the afternoon passed unsurprisingly for Anthony, who was mostly looking forward to going home. 

However, he had a little trouble concentrating in anticipation of the changes to come. 

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He was pleasantly surprised to find Aziraphale waiting for him in his living room when he returned home.

"Anthony!" Aziraphale exclaimed happily, rising to his feet and coming over to greet him with a kiss. 

They hadn't seen each other for several days, both of them busy with classes and the move, so the kiss lasted longer than usual, and they were both panting when they pulled away.

Anthony found himself thinking that he wouldn't mind this kind of moment if it became part of their routine in the future.

"How was your day? Did you see Nina? And your conference?"

That too was something pleasant, and although he'd found the incessant flow of words a little destabilizing at first, Anthony had come to realize that his lover's questions were always sincere, that he expected answers and never asked them out of politeness.

"Busy as you can imagine, but exciting, I have some very interesting and interested students, it's nice. Nina and I have been talking about things, about us, hardly about her." Aziraphale chuckled as Anthony continued, "And my conference went well too, although there was an old hag in the back who kept trying to contradict me. You know me, though, I didn't let it bother me." 

Anthony stroked Aziraphale's cheek with his knuckle as he asked gently, "And you? How was your lunch with Muriel?"

Since Muriel and Aziraphale had hardly any classes together this year, they had agreed to see each other two or three times a week for lunch. 

"It was fun. They're excited for us, well for me because I'm going to be living with the handsome Professor Crowley."  Aziraphale chuckled before continuing, "They even offered with their boyfriend Eric to help us move our stuff in once our apartment would be ready."

Anthony smiled.

"You really do have a valuable friend."

"We have a valuable friend," Aziraphale replied with a wink as he grabbed Anthony's hands and led him to the sofa.

Once they were both seated, they quickly found themselves in what seemed to be their favorite position, Anthony leaning back with his head in Aziraphale's lap, Aziraphale immediately burying his hands in the red hair. 

They were often very busy, even more so now, but they had quickly learned that it was important to take time for themselves, even if it was only for a few minutes. 

Anthony, humming with satisfaction, suddenly turned his head to look at Aziraphale and asked quietly, "Are you really happy that we are going to live together?

Aziraphale nodded eagerly.

"Yes, absolutely. Why? Do you have any doubts?"

"Doubts, no, but perhaps a little apprehension. After all, you don't know if I'm easy to live with."

"Nor do you if I am."

Aziraphale leaned over and planted a kiss on Anthony's forehead before continuing, "I'm aware of our different backgrounds, my inexperience, your experience in this matter, but I'm sure we'll manage."

Anthony was always pleased when Aziraphale played the reassuring role. Since that famous evening when he had comforted Anthony and helped him cope with the pain of grief, his lover seemed to have gained confidence in himself, and Anthony was pleased with the way it had subsequently balanced their relationship.

He nodded.

"You're right. I guess I'm worrying for nothing."

After a few moments of silence, he changed the subject and asked, "Do you have anything planned for dinner?"

Aziraphale leaned over again and whispered, "Well, for dinner, no. But I confess I have something in mind for dessert."

Anthony straightened up, then sat astride his lover's lap and began unbuttoning Aziraphale's shirt as he replied, "I say we skip dinner and go straight to dessert."

When Aziraphale responded by capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, Anthony forgot all his uncertainties about their future life together.

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A few weeks later, when Aziraphale was up to his neck in revisions and couldn't take it anymore, he threw down his pen and leaned back in his chair with a sigh.

"Aziraphale?"

"I'm here, in the study."

When Anthony entered the study and saw the state his lover was in, he closed the door behind him, approached him, put his arms around his neck and kissed the top of his head. Aziraphale leaned back even more and closed his eyes. 

"I'm going to have a hard time concentrating on my revisions if you make a habit of doing this."

Anthony's hands slid over Aziraphale's shoulders and began a firm massage. 

"How about this, does it help?"

Aziraphale groaned as Anthony's deft fingers had just hit a particularly knotted muscle.

"You and your distracting hands can't be here too often or I'll never be able to work properly, but a massage like this, on the other hand, is... effective. I didn't know you knew how to do that."

Anthony didn't answer, and his hands paused for a moment before resuming the massage. At his silence, Aziraphale turned his head and was surprised by the sad expression on his lover's face.

"Darling, what's wrong?"

"Um... it's something Chrisitine used to do for me when I was stressed before exams."

"Oh Anthony..." 

Aziraphale grabbed the hand that remained on his shoulder and squeezed it.

Anthony squeezed back and said sadly, "Sorry... I didn't mean to spoil the mood."

"Don't be sorry. I don't want your wife's name, your past, to be taboo. You have the right to talk about her, to be sad or happy when you remember her."

After a moment of silence, Anthony kissed Aziraphale' head again, "Thank you for being so understanding.

"I'll be less so if you stop what you were doing."

Aziraphale's attempt to lighten the mood worked, and with a chuckle, Anthony resumed the massage.

After a few moments of silence, Aziraphale said quietly, "You know, it's funny. Before we lived together, I used to keep all the things I wanted to say to you later in my head, but now that we're in our new home, I feel like I have access to you all the time, and it's...".

"Good?"

"Better than good."

Aziraphale stood and wrapped his arms around his lover's neck, adding, "To be able to do this all the time, whenever I want, it's really, really amazing and I don't know if I would be able to live without it."

Anthony planted a kiss on Aziraphale's nose.

"That's good, because you won't have to live without it."

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For some time now, whenever he went to meet Aziraphale, Anthony had the impression that he was being followed by stares in the university hallways, more so than before. Sometimes he even thought people were giggling behind his back. Yet he felt no hostility.

"I feel like they're staring at me."

He was pouring two glasses of wine in the kitchen and had said this as he handed one to Aziraphale.

"You can't blame them for being curious. After all, I'm in a relationship with the handsome Professor Crowley, who makes everyone drool, girls and boys alike."

Aziraphale laughed lightly as Anthony rolled his eyes, then, after taking a sip, added, "And also... um... I may have bragged to Muriel for a moment about your... prowess in a rather loud voice." Seeing Anthony open his mouth, he hastened to add, "Nothing explicit, just little details."

"Little details..."

"Oh, but nothing, just that I'm satisfied, that's all."

Hiding his face in his hands, Anthony growled, "Aziraphale, tell me you didn't talk about our sex life in front of everyone."

"Uh... you want me to lie?"

"Aziraphale!"

"Not in front of everyone. It's just that Muriel asked me questions, and I got carried away and talked a little loud. I told her little things. That you like my cooking, that you like green plants and ducks, that our balcony has become an observatory because of your telescopes, that I find you sexy in the morning when you wake up, nothing too intimate..."

"Only in the morning?!"

Of course, that was all Anthony heard.

"Sorry, I mean even sexier than usual."

"Aaaah, that's the reason for these little morning quickies."

Aziraphale, relieved that his lover wasn't too upset with him, asked cheekily, "Don't you like it?"

"Don't change the subject. What else did you say?"

"That's all, I promise. Well..."

"What?! Come on, spit it out!"

"Everyone probably heard me say that I've never been happier in my life and that I love you more than anything."

Just like that, Anthony's irritation disappeared. Smiling affectionately, he cupped Aziraphale's face in his hands and ran his thumb over his lower lip before saying softly, "And I feel the same."

He expected to feel the same sense of guilt that sometimes gripped him when he spoke of his happiness with Aziraphale, but not this time.

He was truly happy.

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"You look good, Anthony. Everything okay with you and Aziraphale? I have the impression that living together is going very well." 

Nina and Anthony were walking out of the teachers' lounge to go home.

Anthony nodded, smiling as he thought back to the conversation Nina and he had had just before he and Aziraphale had moved in together, and this time he didn't hesitate to answer.

"Things are going very well, yes."

"I can see it. You look... happy. However, if I may..."

Anthony's eyes narrowed, waiting for what Nina would add.

"Given the bags under your eyes, may I suggest you get some rest tonight?"

Anthony chuckled softly.

"I'm sure I'll rest... sometime, if not tonight. We're only on our honeymoon... sort of. And both he and I are... enthusiastic."

Nina shook her head and laughed.

"Like I said, enjoy the moment." 

"What about you? Still status quo with Maggie?"

Nina looked at her watch and replied, "Actually, we're having dinner tonight. So I'm going to leave you now, because I have to get ready, and besides, it's been a long time since I've done this, so I have to prepare myself mentally."

"I know how it is, but don't worry too much. Knowing Maggie, I'm sure it will go well."

"One can only hope."

Nina tapped him on the shoulder, then added, "Well, I'm off. Have a nice weekend."

She started to walk away, then stopped and turned around, saying in a low voice, "Say hello to your sweetheart and don't let him tire you out too much."

Nina winked and walked away for good.

Chuckling, Anthony continued forward, quickening his pace, now in a hurry to reach Aziraphale.

"Aaaah, so it's not just me."

Anthony, surprised, turned to see Aziraphale behind him.

Confused, he asked to his lover who was now walking beside him, "What do you mean?"

"You tell your friends intimate details about our relationship too!"

"Certainly not."

"Don't deny it. I heard your entire conversation with Nina."

Anthony, now unable to deny it, muttered, "Busted."

To his surprise, Aziraphale grabbed his hand and almost ran, pulling him into the next classroom. Once the door was closed, Anthony found himself pinned against the door as Aziraphale captured his lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. 

Anthony, though surprised at first, took his lover's face in his hands and responded to the kiss with equal passion, burying his fingers in Aziraphale's hair. A few moments later they parted, breathless.

Anthony caught Aziraphale's hand and said, panting, "I'm not complaining. Not at all. But what's the reason for this, angel?"

With his eyes shining and a broad smile on his lips, Aziraphale replied, "You talk about me to people, you brag about me. That means you're proud to be with me."

"Of course I am. How can you doubt it?" 

Aziraphale planted another kiss on Anthony's mouth. "Old habits die hard, you know."

Anthony squeezed his lover's hand gently and nodded in understanding. After all Aziraphale had heard about himself from his own family, it was normal for Aziraphale to still have doubts sometimes. 

He brought his lover's hand to his lips and said softly against his palm, "Let's go home.

After adjusting themselves, they left the classroom and walked home, hand in hand, indifferent to the stares that followed them.

Anthony couldn't wait to be there. 

He tightened his grip on the small velvet box in his pocket. 

Soon Aziraphale would have no doubt that Anthony was proud to be with him.

Proud to love him.

He would only have to say yes.

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Good Omens - Season 1 Episode 1

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Precious

Summary

The wonder of being able to hold the hand of the one he loves freely, without any pretense, is reawakened in Aziraphale by a cold gust of wind.

Notes

@flashfictionfridayofficial

#279 Warm hands

On Ao3

Rating G -  462 words

As they finished their daily walk, hand in hand, and their footsteps led them back to the cottage, a gust of wind, colder than the others, made Aziraphale aware of the warmth of their intertwined hands, and he couldn't help but stare at them. He felt as if the warmth of their palms against each other flowed up his arm and spread to the rest of his body.

When he raised his head, his eyes met Crowley's, who also seemed to be staring at their joined hands.

They smiled softly at each other, and Aziraphale couldn't help but place a light kiss on Crowley's lips. 

The demon smiled and squeezed his hand lightly, obviously drawing the angel's attention back to their fingers and the way they fit together so perfectly.

Aziraphale did not regret not wearing gloves, for the sensation of Crowley's hand in his was incredible. 

As incredible as the first time they had held hands.

Because there had been so many times when he'd never thought it possible.

To no longer need any pretense to touch the one he loved.

A small chuckle brought him out of his thoughts.

"That's so sweet. You looked absolutely awestruck as you watched our hands. I'd love to know what you were thinking to get that look on your face."

Aziraphale stopped.

"I was just marveling at being able to do this without having to hide."

"Did you just realize that?"

The angel shook his head, "I know it's been a while, but after being restrained for so long, the fact that we're free to do this from time to time, like now, kind of hits me in the face."

The demon turned to him and brought their intertwined hands to his lips, kissing each of Aziraphale's knuckles. 

"You're right. It is precious."

He brought his other hand to Aziraphale's cheek and, cupping it, leaned forward and planted a light kiss on the angel's lips before repeating, "Very precious. Must be cherished."

The warm breath of his words created a small cloud of steam between them, and he added, "On the other hand, I really think we should get back home before we freeze to death."

"You're right."

Still holding hands, they resumed their walk toward the cottage when Aziraphale suddenly quickened his pace, almost dragging Crowley behind him.

The demon laughed softly and asked, "What's the rush now?"

Aziraphale turned and said with a teasing smile on his lips, "Well, I can't wait to get home so we can warm each other up with all these things that are precious to us."

Crowley's laughter answered him, and they almost ran down the path that led to the cottage, indifferent to the cold, bound together by the warmth whose source was their joined hands.

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Good Omens - Season 1 Episode 1

Gifset 1

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Sweet morning

Summary

The first thing Aziraphale wakes up to every morning is his sleeping demon, and some mornings he likes to show him how happy he is about it.

Notes

Just some fluff without plot and with a little steam…

On Ao3

Rating T -  619 words

The first thing Aziraphale saw when he opened his eyes was the tangled red hair falling back over Crowley's sleeping face. 

As always when this happened, an overwhelming sense of possession came over him.

Mine.

Crowley was his and he didn't have to hide it anymore.

He lifted himself a little to drop a light kiss on the demon's cheek and immediately a smile formed on Crowley's lips as he murmured, "That's not fair."

Aziraphale asked puzzled, "What's not fair?" 

He slid his hand down Crowley's chest, watching with delight as he drew goosebumps with his fingertips until his hand disappeared beneath the blanket, lingering in the warm hollow of Crowley's hip.

"My other cheek is jealous because it hasn't been kissed," Crowley replied in a playful voice.

Aziraphale shook his head, laughed softly, then brought his lips to the forgotten cheek to kiss it.

As a tiny distance separated his lips from Crowley's skin, the angel murmured, "Two kisses to make up for forgetting this poor cheek. I wouldn't want it to feel neglected."

Aziraphale put her money where her mouth was and pressed two light kisses to Crowley's cheek.

"Oh, Angel, there's a problem now, it's the first cheek that feels neglected because it's only had one kiss."

Aziraphale replied amusedly, "Oh, that would be terrible." 

He kissed the other cheek once more before capturing Crowley's lips for a lazy kiss on the lips. Then he resumed his place against the demon, drawing gentle, aimless curves across his lover's chest, watching with delight as Crowley's nipples rose slightly in response. He heard Crowley gasp several times, but did not alter the rhythm or pressure of his caresses.

"Angel..."

Aziraphale hummed innocently in response, as if unaware of the cause of his lover's trouble.

Crowley, his voice now hoarse with excitement, murmured, "Now the rest of my body is demanding its share of kisses as well."

"Oh, really?"

The angel turned and straddled Crowley, leaning in until their lips touched. He playfully bit Crowley's lip before murmuring, "We can't let this poor body feel wronged. I must take care of it."

He captured Crowley's lips in a long, slow kiss before trailing kisses down his jaw to his ear where he breathed, "But it will take time, there are many places to kiss on this gorgeous body."

Crowley chuckled softly.

"I'm not going to argue with that, Angel."

Aziraphale pressed a kiss to his neck, pausing to run a playful tongue along the hollow of his collarbone, eliciting another gasp before Crowley whispered in a voice heavy with arousal, "Take all the time you need."

"Oh, I intend to."

Aziraphale hummed as he continued his path of kisses, and as he slid down his lover's body, feeling it harden beneath him, he raised his head and looked into his eyes, saying, his eyes shining with lust, "In fact, I think it's going to take me hours."

Crowley didn't answer, but the moans that followed were as expressive as any words.

Long after, as they rested in each other's arms, Aziraphale asked in a cheeky tone, "Is there any part of your body that still feels neglected?"

Crowley snuggled up to the Angel and replied in an almost unintelligible voice as he grew sleepy, "No...none...let me rest and I will return the favor I promised, Angel."

Aziraphale pulled him closer, laughing slightly.

"I look forward to that, but rest first, my dear."

The demon murmured against him before falling asleep, "Mmm... love you."

"I love you too, my beautiful demon."

Aziraphale watched quietly as his lover fell asleep, and then, carried away by the sweetness of the moment, it wasn't long before sleep overcame him as well.

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Protective demon approaching....

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On the road to GO FInale - Day 22

The way each knows the other's preferences. Old married couple...

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You know me

Summary

Reflecting on his breakfast, prepared by Mycroft as he does every morning, Greg realizes how well his lover knows him.

Notes

Mystrade Monday  4.0  #3 - “I just want to get to know you.”

@mystradepromptsandscenarios

On AO3

459 words - Rating G

Greg entered the kitchen with a yawn, his eyes still a little hazy from sleep, and the first thing his senses awoke to was the smell of coffee and toast.

Mycroft had his back to him, pouring coffee into two cups.

Greg walked over to him and, wrapping his arms around his lover's waist, said, "Morning," in a voice hoarse with sleep.

Mycroft put the cups down, turned and, after a light peck on Greg's lips, said softly, "Good morning, Greg. Did you sleep well?"

Greg pulled away from Mycroft and walked over to the table as Mycroft placed a cup of coffee in front of him and sat down across from him.

"Too well."

"I noticed that. You didn't even move when I got up."

Greg laughed softly before picking up his cup of coffee and taking a sip, enjoying the way the hot liquid went down his throat.

Then he looked down at the plate in front of him.

Two perfectly toasted slices of bread, both buttered, one with jam and the other without.

In a small bowl, a soft boiled egg that he knew was also cooked just the way he liked it.

A glass of water at just the right temperature.

And finally, the newspaper folded next to his plate.

All prepared by Mycroft, just the way Greg liked it, because Mycroft knew him.

"How do you like your eggs in the morning? Your bread, properly toasted or not? Butter, jam, honey or something else on the toast? Coffee, tea or something else?"

It was their first morning together and Greg, not yet wide awake, was faced with an onslaught of questions. 

"Mycroft, I love you, you know that. But can we wait until I've had my first cup of coffee to start the interrogation?"

Mycroft handed him a cup of coffee and replied shyly, "I just want to get to know you. What you like, your preferences."

Greg smiled fondly and, giving Mycroft a little nudge on the shoulder, replied softly, "If you want to make a list of the perfect breakfast for Gregory Lestrade, the first essential is a good morning kiss."

Mycroft didn't hesitate to provide the first item on the list, and after exchanging a tender kiss with his lover, he asked, "What about the rest of the list?"

"You'll learn as we go along."

Mycroft had learned.

Every morning, Greg's breakfast was perfect.

There was something amazing about being loved by someone who knew you so well, even in such small things as the way you liked your eggs cooked.

Greg reached across the table to take Mycroft's hand and kissed the palm of it gently.

"Thank you."

Mycroft squeezed his hand in his own and replied simply, "You're welcome."

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Another South Downs possible scenario…

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On the road to GO FInale - Day 21

Always amazed at the little moments of Crowley's casually reassuring Aziraphale.

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Quiet place

Summary

Faced with a rain-soaked Crowley, Aziraphale acts like a mother hen, pampering his demon so well that the demon soon forgets how cold the rain was and feels only warmth.

Notes

Features a fire place and a lot of cuddles

On Ao3

Rating G -  1048 words

Crowley closed the door with a sigh and stood there in his soaked clothes, his hair dripping, not knowing what to do for a moment. 

To say he was surprised by the downpour would be an understatement. He'd gone to feed the ducks that nested near the small pond at the bottom of their garden, and just as he'd finished, the rain had suddenly come down, and the time it took him to get back to the cottage had been enough to leave him in this drenched state.

As he bent down to take off his shoes, he heard Aziraphale approaching.

He stood and found himself facing the angel, who was glaring up and down at him.

Crowley shrugged and said with a wry smile, "It's raining..."

Aziraphale, rolling his eyes, immediately helped Crowley off with his soaked jacket and grumbled, "This is no time for silly jokes. You'll get sick if you stay like this!"

When Crowley started to protest, Aziraphale added, "Yes, yes, I know, demons and angels don't get sick, but do you really want to tempt the devil? I know, bad choice of words. But anyway, what I mean is, we've been told we don't get sick, but who's really tested it, hm? So hurry up, get out of those wet clothes and take a hot shower..."

The angel pushed the demon toward the bathroom and Crowley chuckled, "You're quite the mother hen, Angel."

He turned to Aziraphale and quickly kissed him on the lips before saying, "Not that I mind, quite the opposite."

Aziraphale sighed.

"Crowley..." 

The demon raised his hands in surrender and headed for the bathroom.

"Okay, okay, I'll go..."

A few minutes later, he emerged from the shower and was welcomed into the arms of Aziraphale, who spread a large towel in front of him and helped him dry off before handing him warm, cozy clothes. Crowley, secretly happy to be the object of such attention, allowed himself to be pampered without resistance.

Then the angel led him into the living room, where Crowley saw that the fireplace was lit, radiating soft light and, more importantly, comforting warmth. Aziraphale made him sit on the sofa in front of the fireplace and sat down beside him. Crowley saw two steaming cups of tea on the coffee table.

He swallowed, overwhelmed with emotion at how cozy it looked. He thought he'd never get used to the feeling, but who could blame him when he and Aziraphale, despite their extended existences, had only just created this home together. 

He'd felt this way sometimes when he'd visited the bookshop, but it was always a time when they both lived under the pressure of Hell and Heaven, now, here, this was truly home. Smiling, he turned to Aziraphale, who had opened his arms for Crowley to snuggle into.

"Thanks for doing this for me, Angel."

"Not just for you, for both of us. I appreciate this kind of moment as much as you do. It's not just you who loves taking care of me." 

Aziraphale gave Crowley a kiss on the forehead before wrapping a blanket around them.

Crowley hummed with contentment and lifted his head to press a light kiss to the angel's chin. Aziraphale smiled as he handed him one of the cups, and after taking a sip, Crowley rested his head on Aziraphale's shoulder, his eyes drifting to the fire.

Together, in front of the fire, they talked about everything and nothing, the quiet conversation interrupted from time to time by kisses, caresses and laughter. The easy conversation of two people who have known each other for so long, but still have things to say to each other.

Then, seeing that the fire needed rekindling, Crowley started to get up, but Aziraphale held him back, saying quietly, "Stay here."

Astonished, the demon saw Aziraphale make a slight movement of his hand and the fire resumed its crackle and light.

Crowley looked falsely shocked and exclaimed, "Angel, how dare you? What about the human way?"

Aziraphale replied, "To hell with the human way, there is no way we are getting off this couch in the next few hours for something as trivial as rekindling the fire."

Crowley raised an eyebrow and said suggestively, "Oh...and what are we going to do on this couch for the next few hours?"

Instead of answering, Aziraphale leaned over him and traced a trail of kisses down Crowley's slender throat, leaving the demon moaning in pleasure. Aziraphale chuckled, then whispered in his lover's ear, "Does that answer your question?"

Aziraphale's hand slipped under Crowley's hoodie to feel his bare skin under his fingers, making Crowley shiver. The panting demon protested without much conviction, "Hey, Angel, what's the point of warming me up with a hot shower and a fire if you're just going to make me shiver afterwards?"

But the way he arched under the Angel's hands belied his words, so Aziraphale continued to run his fingers over the demon's skin, causing more shivers, and Crowley didn't even think about protesting anymore. 

Even less so when the angel's lips replaced his hands and began to map the demon's belly and chest, pulling up his hoodie.

Until Crowley could hold on no longer, and as Aziraphale's lips lingered on a small mole on the demon's hip, he removed the hoodie, tossed it to the floor, and, placing his hands on the back of the angel's neck, applied light pressure until Aziraphale brought his face close enough to capture his lips in a kiss whose heat had nothing to envy the fire in the fireplace.

And later, much later, as they lay, their naked bodies intertwined under the soft blanket, Crowley broke the silence and said softly, "I love you."

The warmth, the feel of his angel's arms around him, the breath in his hair, all of it wrapped him in a peaceful calm and he felt a gentle numbness wash over him.

"I love you."

The angel's voice in his hair was the last thing Crowley heard before he drifted off.

Aziraphale, feeling the demon fall asleep against him, raised his hand to rekindle the fire one last time, then, after planting a final kiss in the red hair, let himself be carried away by sleep as well.

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Still not my native language

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No you didn't stutter Crowley 😏

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On the road to GO FInale - Day 20

It's fascinating to watch the way Aziraphale enjoys the things he loves.

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