Ineffable reunion

Blasphemy

Not sure of the artist but cover art was found on Pinterest!!

"What?" Crowley was still facing the bag, he didn't want the angel to see how red he was. "You heard me." Aziraphale slid the shorts on, buttoning them and smiling. "Come on dear, tell me what you think!" Crowley turned around, aware he was still bright red, but he couldn't not look, right? Aziraphale spun around, hands on his hips in a sassy and playful manner, looking at Crowley over his shoulder. "Oh." Crowley didn't know what to say. Aziraphale laughed at the flustered demon.

"I've never seen you let your guard down like this." He turned around to face Crowley. "I like it. I like seeing you feel safe around me.... Do you feel safe around me?" Crowley locked eyes with Aziraphale, slowly moving towards him. "Angel, I've never once been scared around you unless it was for your safety... you know, you confuse me. Demons- we aren't supposed to feel anything but hate and sorrow, but you make me feel so much more. When I'm around you, I don't feel like a demon, I feel human. You make me feel so many things. Love mostly, but I definitely feel more than just love for you, Angel." Crowley wasn't thinking about the words coming out of his mouth. He was lost in Aziraphale's eyes, longing for him. He wanted to be closer to him, so close that even air couldn't part them. "I could say the same, dear. Angels, we are supposed to be such holy creatures, but you make me feel such unholy things. Loving a demon? Loving a man? Wanting you? But none of that matters because now, I have you. So fuck Heaven and fuck being holy. I don't care about any of that as long as you are here with me. You are all I care about." Crowley cupped Aziraphale's cheeks. "Did you just-" the angel smiled. "Blasphemy? Yes. Curse? Yes. Now kiss me." Crowley didn't need to be told twice. He kissed the angel, rough with passion but somehow still so gentle. Aziraphale set his hands on Crowley's hips and they moved together to the wall behind Aziraphale, never breaking the kiss.

The kiss was nice but Crowley wanted more, and so did Aziraphale. The angel's lips parted lightly, the demon following along. Crowley had been lost in thought, not even realizing that he had allowed his fangs to show and his tongue to fork. He moved into Aziraphale's mouth, slowly but excitedly. The angel allowed him to explore for a moment before pressing his tongue against the demon's. It didn't take him long to realize that Crowley's tongue had forked, he often wondered if he could do that, and he loved it. Crowley pressed his body against the angel pinned to the wall, Aziraphale's hands pulling his hips closer. Crowley moved his hands to the sides of Aziraphale's neck, a firm, intense grasp.

The angel broke the kiss, pressing their foreheads together as they both gasped for air. "Wow." Crowley whispered. "I've often wondered if your tongue could do that, I'd say this was quite the lovely way to find out." Aziraphale responded, slowly moving the demon to the bed.

You can guess what happens next.