#friend gave me the prompt 'aziraphale tempting crowley all day' and i stayed up v late last night writing it

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Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Teasing, and tempting, In Public, except this time it's aziraphale tempting crowley all day, melted ice cream, and whipped cream, gratuitous use of footnotes, soft boi hours, and also some smut, Fluff and Smut

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Over the centuries, Crowley had been slowly refining his ability to tempt Aziraphale.  Certain temptations, like food, required no more effort than a casual gesticulation. Others had taken decades to perfect; most notably, using himself as temptation had been tricky, but now Crowley could tempt the angel away from almost anything[1] with the suggestion of proper debauchery from a lascivious tongue.

On the other hand, Aziraphale seemed to be an immediate expert at honing in on whatever it was Crowley would most be tempted with at a given moment.[2]  Crowley would not fully appreciate this until Friday evening, after spending the day touring various art exhibits in London with the angel.

That morning, when he had met Crowley outside his shop, Aziraphale had thought that it might be fun to see just how much tempting the demon could take.

Crowley swallowed hard, keeping his eyes fixed determinedly on the painting in front of him,  “Angel.”

“Mm.” Aziraphale hummed in response, entirely noncommittal.

“Your hand.”

“Yes, my dear?”

Crowley blessed under his breath; Aziraphale chuckled.  “If you keep this up---” the demon started to say.

But Aziraphale cut him off with the slightest pressure in his fingers.  “You will do nothing,” he responded very quietly, leaning closer; his lips just brushed Crowley’s ear.  “I told you: you will wait.” His fingers lingered just a second longer than was strictly necessary on Crowley’s lower back, juuuust under the hem of his shirt and along the waistband of his pants, before Aziraphale withdrew his hand.

Crowley turned to say something very petulant in response, but Aziraphale merely smiled and clicked his tongue.  “There are children around, dearest, let’s watch our tongues,” he chided before Crowley could say anything.

“Children, right, yeah,” Crowley mumbled as they moved to look at the next painting in the display.  “Yeah, watch my tongue, but don’t mind the fact that you’ve been feeling me up all afternoon.”

“Come now,” Aziraphale said, sounding appropriately scandalized, “that is hardly true.  A touch here and there, away from prying eyes---”

“You licked my neck on the bus,” Crowley countered bluntly.

Aziraphale’s ears turned a very slight pink as he studied the painting in front of them very carefully.  “It was a kiss,” he murmured as some chattering schoolchildren passed behind them.

Crowley chuckled.  “It was very wet for a kiss.”  Aziraphale turned to look at him, lips parted to argue further, but Crowley was smirking down at him.  “Don’t worry your pretty little head, angel, I’m not complaining, I liked it.”  He leaned closer.  “I would happily return the favor tenfold, too.”

Aziraphale put his hand over Crowley’s mouth and pushed him back; Crowley couldn’t help but notice the angel was smiling behind his feigned embarrassment.  “I told you, my dear, you can wait.”

Crowley chuckled and pressed a kiss to Aziraphale’s palm.  “But can you?”

-- [1] - Except crepes and sushi.  Crowley was still working on overcoming those barriers. [2] - This was far easier than one might think.  At any given moment, what Crowley would be most easily tempted with was Aziraphale himself.  Aziraphale is not an idiot, and picked up on this immediately.

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