Sometimes it's Just Too Easy

Sometimes it's Just Too Easy

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication jeu., janv. 27, 2022
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Good Omens
Prompt from Tumblr: A paranormal investigation team investigates Aziraphale's bookshop, and Aziraphale and Crowley spend the whole time messing with them. I took this idea and ran with it. "Yes, hi, are you the owner of this store?" a man asked loudly. American, judging from the accent. Aziraphale's reply was clipped, but he confirmed he did indeed own the place. "Have you noticed any... unusual activity?" Another American piped in, just as loud as the first man. "Like what?" Aziraphale's voice was a little higher now. "Flickering lights, cold spots..." "Tapping in the walls, sulfur smell?" "Books falling off the shelves by themselves?" "No, no, nothing like that," Aziraphale squeaked. Crowley could clearly picture him waving his hand dismissively. "Ed and Harry, professional paranormal investigators. We were on vacation when we heard there was demonic activity in the area," Glasses introduced, indicating himself as Ed. "Professionals," Harry repeated. Glasses - Crowley thought it was much better name - presented a business card. "Ghostfacers?"
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Their kiss continued, brutal and hot. Aziraphale suddenly remembered how his arms worked circled them around the demon's waist pulling him closer. Crowley broke off the kiss with a sharp inhale and moved his head to rest against the angel's. "Tell me to leave, angel." Raw need vibrated through the demon's voice. He pressed his forehead against Aziraphale's. His hands trembled as they cradled the angel's face. He took another ragged breath. "You don't want to do this! You don't want this from me!" Now it was Aziraphale's turn to take a inhale deeply. Their mouths were so close that their breath mingled. He could feel heat from the demon, from their pressed foreheads, down his chest, to his groin. He drained away the minor alcohol in his system and let cold, hard clarity wash over him. This was...dangerous. This was wild and thoughtless. Hedonistic. This should stop. That would be for the best. Safe. Sane. Responsible. "No" Aziraphale's voice ghosted the word. Then bolder, louder, steadier "Stay, please. I want this." He clasped his hands against the demon's and tipped his head back to meet Crowley's eyes. "I want you."

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