Mon Ami (Rousseau And Crowley)
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  • Parts 1
  • Time 14m
  • Reads 49
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 1
  • Time 14m
Ongoing, First published May 23, 2023
When Rousseau left, promising to return, Crowley had noticed something was wrong. But she was independent, and fiery by nature; the last thing he wanted to do was give the young woman the wrong message by smothering her. Things like this were difficult to gauge. 
So he waited. 
And waited. 
And eventually, he began to worry. 
Worrying, as he'd but it before, was his job, and right now he was worried about Rousseau. The streets of Paris were safer than they'd been in years, but not completely so, and even if they were, there had to be something wrong. 

Crowley set his drink down, making sure to say his goodnights just in case he stayed occupied, and then slipped out of the bar.  

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Post-Liberation ! Sorry for any ooc dialogue I actually couldn't find much to reference for Crowley and they don't have many lines to begin with 😭 plus my tendency to ramble gets into them sometimes 
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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."