ineffable husbands (fluff and smut)

2 - From Eden

(Crowley pov)

"Let's go back to the couch and sit down, Angel," I say, grabbing his soft hands and leading him toward the couch.

He sits down on one side and I sit on the other, lounging back. We sit in silence for a moment until I break it saying, "Radio, Angel?"

He smiles at me, "Sure."

(Aziraphale pov)

Crowley reaches over to the small portable radio sitting in the center of the table and begins to fiddle with the dials. When he settles on a station, he looks at me and grins.

"I've always loved this station," he says to me, "They play all sorts of music, but they manage to still play all my favorites."

Crowley leans back and closes his eyes as the song that was playing fades. The next song begins slowly and beautifully. He begins to hum.

"I don't know this one, Crowley. Are you familiar with it?" I say. He doesn't reply, he just sits up, humming the intro, then he starts to sing.

"Babe, there's something tragic about you, Something so magic about you, Don't you agree?"

Oh God, his voice is so... dare I say... heavenly. He leans in closer, still singing.

"Babe, there's something lonesome about you, Something so wholesome about you, Get closer to me."

He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into his lap with us facing each other. He then wraps both arms around me, pulling me into his chest, and resting his chin on my shoulder so he can sing into my ear.

"Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago..."

I'm surprised at this sudden intimacy; we had never held each other this way before.

"... I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door."

We hold each other like this for the rest of the song. His sweet voice fills my ears and makes me fall even harder for him.

When the song finishes and the radio host begins to talk, Crowley leans over and shuts the radio off.

"Oh Crowley, I had no idea you could sing like that. Your voice is so-"

I'm interrupted as he grabs my fave and presses his lips to mine. The suddenness of it makes me stiffen at first, but I quickly melt into it, the gentle kiss taking my breath away. Crowley's tongue runs along my lower lip and my lips part, letting out a soft moan. Crowley pulls away from me grinning.

"What was that, Angel?" he teases.

"Shut up and kiss me demon," I reply breathily, grabbing his shirt and pulling him towards me.

This time the kiss is fiercer, more urgent, and leaves me even more breathless than the last one.

His lips move to my neck, then slowly drift lower, nearing my collar bone.

"Oh Crowley" I moan.

I can feel him biting and leaving marks. Just the thought of it driving me wild. My hands drift down his chest finding the hem of his shirt.

"Take it off" I mumble. He stands up slowly taking off his shirt, like he's putting on a show.

"Whoa," I breathe, staring at the demon in front of me, "You're gorgeous."

He grabs my hands, pulling me up. "Let's go lay down," he says, "I'm getting tired and I want to cuddle."

I follow him into his bedroom and he turns suddenly.

"Oh, you need something to sleep in," he says

"It's really no trouble Crowley. I can sleep in this," I respond.

"Don't be ridiculous, Angel. I'm sure I have something for you." he begins to look through his closet, humming to himself.

"Oh, yes..." he says sheepishly, "I have your sweater you left here a couple months ago. That'll do."

"Crowley why do you still have-" I start. "Crowley, have you been wearing my sweater??"

He looks at the sweater, embarrassed. "I, uh, yes, angel. I have. It's just so warm and it smells like you and-"

I cross the room to him. "Crowley, that is the cutest thing I have ever seen you do."

He looks at me, face bright red and hands me the sweater. I walk over to one side of the bed beginning to take off my shirt. I then notice Crowley unbuttoning his pants and i cant help but stare. He pulls off his pants, leaving himself just in boxers. Oh my God, he's so sexy.

"Need something?" he says to me smirking.

"Er, no, I just-" 

He leans over the bed, looking at me intensely. "Don't worry angel, you can see more tomorrow."

I stand there speechless for a moment, thinking about everything I wanted him to do to me.

"C'mon, dear," he says, the intense look leaving his eyes, "get changed so we can cuddle."

I quickly take off my shirt and pants and trow on the sweater over my boxers. We both crawl into bed, pulling each other into a tight embrace. As we begin to drift off into sleep, i listen to his heartbeat and think of his voice. I really do love him.