Chapter Two: Just a Thought

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Chapter Two: Just a Thought

Thoughts are like bumble bees. One buzzing around can be irritating but this subsides and you can open a window or some such. Once they start together, however, they swarm and buzz and sting, and it gets harder to find the window for their relentless driving.

Thoughts boiled in Crowley's head as he focused on the road. Every so often he side-glanced Aziraphale gripping the dashboard, his fingers digging in to his poor car's skin. Any other time he would have told him to stop, but now he was seeing those fingers clawing a softer material, perhaps bed linen, or flesh.

Oh Fuck. Crowley turned the wheel sharply and the angel made a little piping noise, but no more.

More thoughts crowded in as Crowley's mind revisited the babbling conversation at the Ritz. Aziraphale had been carrying on breathlessly about his shenanigans while using Crowley's body.

"And what was it like for you?" The angel finally stopped his onslaught and paused for Crowley to respond, which he wasn't prepared to do. He'd been watching the angel, studying him, and studying himself, for, oh, who knows really? Since they shook hands in the park? Since they both felt the weight of the Higher Powers back off like frightened rabbits, at least for a while? Yeah, that was it. That was the moment.

He had barely been listening to the angel prattle on, enough to understand the right-on thrill Aziraphale was getting over his exploits. No, Crowley just started watching him, all his little moves and little ticks, the lyrical quality of his voice, and at some point he realized with a broadening grin, my God...or whatever...the angel is finally free.

The angel has agency at last.

And he's not even aware of it.

"Well?" Aziraphale asked expectantly.

"Whot? Um, being you?"

"Yes! Yes! What was it like!"

"Soft," Crowley said vacantly. Aziraphale withered.

Crowley snapped out of it. He leaned in and waggled his hand. "No, no, not like that. It was ...gentle?"

"Oh!" the smile came back.

"Yes. Took a bugger of a time to make it do what I wanted."

The angel blushed terribly and leaned far back. But he rebounded when the dessert arrived, clearing his throat and nearly bouncing out of his chair. Crowley watched him some more, the way he fell into ecstasy as he was finishing the last bite.

"You never really told me," he said patiently, "about being inside me."

Aziraphale choked on that last bite and blinked at him. "In-in-inside you?" he stammered.

Crowley rested his elbows on his knees, intertwining his fingers. "Woll, you told me how much fun you had with the ride, but not the vehicle itself."

"I-I-," the angel's sweet, white teeth were clicking together as he gathered himself for an answer. His head turned just slightly, as he truly considered. And Crowley waited, and watched both of them. "Whoa, Well, I suppose..."

Crowley had expected him to say something like bitter or jaded or sarcastic or cool or haughty or any number of things he'd say of himself, but not—

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