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[louiselux]

Because it worked for makesmewannadie...

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[ajodasso.livejournal.com]

The last thing that Crowley had hoped to find was Aziraphale preoccupied. Crowley drummed his fingers on the table, but the angel didn't so much as blink. This kind of reading could only be described as a coma. He tried to remember what he'd done the last time he'd found Aziraphale like this. He cleared his throat, loudly, but it made as much difference as the finger-drumming.

"Unless you accidentally marked your calendar for tomorrow, you had better have a good excuse."

Aziraphalehmmed, turning a page, obviously insensate to what Crowley had said.

Crowley set his palm flat on the table and leaned over, just shy of getting in the angel's face.

"I didn't know you actually preferred books to food."

That got him a brief, pointed glare, and a more forceful page-turning.

"Fine," said Crowley, mildly. "Suit yourself." He stepped around so that he was behind Aziraphale's chair, bending so that, if he inclined his head, his lips almost brushed Aziraphale's ear. "I'll read over your shoulder."

Silence, the turn of a page.

Inwardly, Crowley snarled. Not only was he impatient, but he was getting hungry. Aziraphale was also getting the better of him, and that without saying a word. It was a rare day indeed when he couldn't get a rise, let alone a response. Fine, thought Crowley, no more Mr. Nice Demon. He rested his chin on Aziraphale's shoulder.

"I've already read this. On the last page, they—"

"I've voluntarily gone deaf," said Aziraphale, enunciating even more carefully than usual.

Fleetingly, Crowley wanted to hit him, but that was, as Aziraphale might say, juvenile, so he turned his head and kissed Aziraphale's neck. There was only one way to win this, and if it meant they had to miss dinner, so be it. Aziraphale jumped in his seat, but Crowley caught him around the waist and trapped him there. The angel's clothes came undone easily, buttons and zippers by now familiar and completely at his command.

"Don't mind me," said Crowley, making sure Aziraphale could feel the shapes his lips were making against his neck. He slid his fingers down Aziraphale's chest, then loosened his trousers. "I'm afraid it's the only sign language I know."

"Shut up," said Aziraphale, and slammed the book shut.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

"I've voluntarily gone deaf," said Aziraphale, enunciating even more carefully than usual.

Ahahaha! That's so perfect. I love it, thank you. :)

I love that suggestion that Aziraphale's buttons and zips have a life of their own when Crowley's around.

[ajodasso.livejournal.com]

It isn't all bad, being a demon ;) Sorry it didn't break all-out smut; I had to rush out the door to pick up stuff from the laundromat!

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Hee! I'll forgive you this time.