witchy_teacup



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    13 Oct 2019

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  2. Public Bookmark 8

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    “Oh, Crowley…” Aziraphale sighs.
    “They turned me into something cute, angel,” the demon says snippily. “The least I can do is embrace the Halloween spirit and disparage her reputation as well.”
    “And you want to take a photograph as your countermove?” Aziraphale raises his eyebrows. “You’ve met Miss Device, Crowley. Do you imagine she won’t escalate?”
    “Not if I win,” Crowley retorts.

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    13 Oct 2019

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  3. Public Bookmark 19

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    "And how long have you been limping?"

    Crowley sharply moved his head.

    "The way you walk, dear boy, implies that either your pelvis is not attached to anything at all or that you're doing your best to hide the fact that you just can't walk they way you'd like."

    "I think I might hate you, Dr Fell."

    "I think I might be aiming for it."

    "Whatever for? I can hardly imagine anyone hating you."

     

    Crowley used to be a promising ballet dancer, but after an accident he has to become a choreographer. Eli Fell is a scholar in Oxford, twenty years his senior. They have nothing whatsoever in common, they don't even like each other (they doooo).

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    11 Oct 2019

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    Thank you.” Aziraphale stepped closer. His knees brushed against Crowley’s.

    “It’s just… it’s just cocoa, angel,” Crowley whispered. His knuckles were white where he gripped the edge of the desk.

    Aziraphale didn’t answer. His eyes flicked down the line of Crowley’s throat as the demon swallowed, lingering on his shoulders, the taught line of his torso, his hips.

    Written for the prompt "when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more"

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    11 Oct 2019

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    Show the wife the fluff

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    Thank you.” Aziraphale stepped closer. His knees brushed against Crowley’s.

    “It’s just… it’s just cocoa, angel,” Crowley whispered. His knuckles were white where he gripped the edge of the desk.

    Aziraphale didn’t answer. His eyes flicked down the line of Crowley’s throat as the demon swallowed, lingering on his shoulders, the taught line of his torso, his hips.

    Written for the prompt "when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more"

    Series
    Language:
    English
    Words:
    390
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    225
    Kudos:
    3787
    Bookmarks:
    410
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    11 Oct 2019

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Show the wife the fluff