The Big Book Of Spice.

[Good Omens] Playing With Fire.

[WARNING: Bit of a long read, I absolutely love this show and plan to read the book when I can. I do not own these characters and this is solely for the purpose of fanfiction, the only character I own is Greta an OC I whipped up for the occasion. There is mature themes in this story, there will be a very mature scene. I would appreciate it if this book series and chapter didn't get deleted like my last one, so once more I am warning you the reader, this is a MATURE story. I will put the triggers down below if any upset you or just don't really thrill you do with the information what you will.]

[Triggers; Teasing, Orgasm denial, Unprotected sex, dirty talk, voyeurism, DP, Oral, Celestial/Occult personalities, Lust ridden impulsions, slight off track personalities, smut with small plot, and polyamorous relationship ending.]

Today was a normal day, just like any other. The cleaning had to be done. Greta had to tend to the cleaning she helped Aziraphale keep appearances up in the shop, its the least she could do after he offered her a place to stay. She slept in a guest room, sharing a living space with a complete and total stranger, at least he was a stranger in the beginning, now they've grown quite close friendship wise. Crowley stopped by often, having him around always created a bit of trouble and excitement. She sat on the floor browsing the book spines as she dusted with her emerald eyes, her lashes bat wondering how long it took Aziraphale to collect so many books and where he always went to fetch them. Some of these books looked old and well taken care of their age showing in the style of it.

She shuffled along the floor moving to the table beside a shelf spotting something between the wall behind the shelf. "How odd." She mused. Her hand reached back wondering what could have been trapped behind the shelf, she recently swept perhaps something fell or got pushed back. Standing up she sized the shelf wondering if she could move it out a bit to reach whatever was back there. Gently pulling on the thick wooded furniture she moved the shelf maybe an inch before getting back down on her hands and knees. She brushed her finger on the object scooting it closer to her. She pinched it finally pulling it out in view, a feather? It seemed big, almost like something you'd use as a quill for writing. It was white and soft. It seemed untouched by the dust the color seemed shiny and pure.

Carefully placing the feather into her blouse pocket she pushed the shelf back to resume her cleaning, she spent the next thirty minutes dusting until moving back with a handful of books to the backroom. She planned to ask Aziraphale what she should do with them but he wasn't around, looking at the floors she wondered if it needed sweeping, taking it upon herself she wanted to contribute somehow. Sweeping the backroom floor she bent over reaching under the tables and chairs trying to get every nook and cranny possible. Usually Aziraphale and Crowley would sit back here and have a glass of wine, she glanced down arching her brow, another feather? She bent taking it between her fingers taking note of the difference in this one.

It was Black, but it had the same texture and shine to it. The feeling was soft under her touch then she remembered she still had the white one. Reaching in her blouse pocket she bat her eyes comparing the two in size and appearance. They would have been similar if it weren't for the color difference. Curious about the feathers she twirled them within her fingers admiring the texture. Certain sensations either soothed her or made her skin crawl, the softness of the feathers made her feel content. Bringing them up to her face she brushed them down her cheeks smiling softly at the feel of them. "Finders keepers." Greta muttered, more so to herself but she placed them both in her pocket for safe keeping, then she continued on with her chores.

Somewhere else, away from the shop, Aziraphale was walking toward the park when an unusual sensation swept against his back. He turned around looking for a possible human wanting his attention or a trick by that willy serpent he knew so well. Seeing nobody in sight he shrugged resuming his walk, he wanted ice cream and the park usually had a cart where he and Crowley go to speak. Freezing in his tracks he felt unusual, his face flushed feeling a little weak in the knees. The pressure he felt before was merely a light sensation, but now he felt a deep rooted burn in his body. Something wasn't right, at least that's what he worried. He looked over at a bench deciding it may be best to have a seat for a moment until he could compose himself.