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Tweak says, "This ain't no disco"

anthony_crowley (anthony_crowley) wrote in ridgewayresort,
@ 2011-03-18 23:34:00

Entry tags:

anthony crowley, arziraphale, aziraphale

Who: Arziraphale and Crowley
When: In the evening
Where: Infirmary
What: Satisfying their curiosity
Rating: High
Status: Incomplete

Alright. Every demon could do this. This was what every demon had done during the Middle Ages. Turn into a beautiful young woman and seduce the next priest in sight. But Crowley wasn’t every demon and women had started to wear clothes that made it impossible to move. Whoever invented high heels deserved an award.

By the time, Crowley reached the infirmary he didn’t even have to fake an injury anymore. How were you supposed to climb stairs in shoes that tried to kill you every time you put your foot down in the wrong way? A man had even made the mistake of offering his help as Crowley was hissing quietly to himself. Of course, the man regretted this decision a few seconds later. Seeing tentacles growing out of someone’s head and their skin peeling off is not something you normally book on your holidays. But it restored a part of Crowley’s demonic pride.

With his newfound respect for the female species, Crowley entered his destination. His delight grew even more as he saw spotted the young girl that had fallen from the back of a horse because of Crowley’s visit to the stables. He spotted Arziraphale immediately. With long, not so elegant steps he approached him. “Sir!” he called out to him, focusing on sounding like a normal woman. “I could need some help. My shoes tried to kill me.”

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eastgateangel
2011-03-22 08:48 pm UTC (link)

"I see," Aziraphale answered, though he was distracted by a file that he held. He scanned the page at the same time he replied to the woman. He hadn't looked at her, but when he did, the file fell out of his hands. Papers danced their way to the floor and landed in a disorganised pattern.

He blinked at the woman in front of him. There was something...He tried to push it aside. he knelt to pick up the papers, but didn't bother to sort them. He shoved them into the file folder, and stood to face the woman again.

"Perhaps we ought to step in to my office?"

[OOC: Forgive me, I totally over looked this. I just happened to scan back through the comm this afternoon, and I think I saw it before, but didn't realise it was Crowley's post. I feel like a heel!]

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anthony_crowley
2011-03-24 05:37 pm UTC (link)

Crowley was very pleased by Aziraphale’s reaction. His first idea was to drop to his knees and help him pick up the papers. The angel loved helpfulness after all. But he doubted that his skills in high heel wearing were high enough for that. These shoes were only meant for sitting people. Why did women wear this voluntarily?

“Office sounds very good to me”, he said in the sweetest voice he could manage. The knowledge that Aziraphale did not have a clue who he was talking to amused Crowley to no end. He hoped that it would stay that way for a while.

(Ooc: No prob. I should have given you the link. ^^ It was a bit hard to find after all. :P)

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eastgateangel
2011-03-26 01:47 pm UTC (link)

"Come in, have a seat." Zira held his arm out, the papers all askew, and indicated the sofa in his office. He stepped in behind the woman and shut the door. He had a feeling this was the sort of consult he didn't want anyone looking in on.

He dropped his papers on his desk. The otherwise impeccable surface took on a scattered and scatterbrained look. Zira barely noticed, and he wasn't going to take time to do anything about it, anyway. "Tell me, then, exactly what is the trouble?"

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anthony_crowley
2011-03-26 11:40 pm UTC (link)

Crowley followed his friend into his office. It was still strange to see the angel in a place that did not contain an abundancy of books.

“Actually, nothing”, he said, changing his plans. “I’m a fan, you know.” He took a step towards Zira. His tongue licked his lips just slightly while he looked into the angel's eyes, making sure not to break the eye contact. “I just wanted to meet you and I have to say that I am very pleased with how you turn out to be.” He took another step, letting his fingers linger over the papers on the desk. “Is there a chance to get to you better?”

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eastgateangel
2011-03-29 02:24 am UTC (link)

"A...a fan?" Zira practically squeaked. He'd encountered many of the guests through his work, but mostly they were hurt or sick when he saw them, and not really in the mood to gush. Even so, when it happened, he just didn't know how to deal with it.

"I..." He swallowed hard and caught a breath in his throat, even though he didn't need to breathe. "Get to know me?"

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	anthony_crowley 2011-03-30 08:47 am UTC (link)
	"Oh yes. Your greatest fan," Crowley purred in the sweetest way. He took another step closer. Why had he never done this before? Zira's reaction was just priceless. "Ah huh," the demon nodded and let his eyes wander over the angel's frame pointedly. Curiosity prickled in his body. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

eastgateangel
2011-03-31 10:41 pm UTC (link)

"That's very..." Aziraphale very nearly jumped out of his skin. "Very nice of you to say," he spoke with a slight hesitation, as he was taking it all in. "But I...Why are you looking at me like that, dear girl?" He didn't know what to make of this whole thing. This woman was very forward, and Zira found himself feeling a bit uncomfortable. He tried to think what Crowley would do...but he wasn't going to lead the girl on, not at all.

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	anthony_crowley 2011-04-02 11:22 am UTC (link)
	"Don't play shy," Crowley said mockingly. "You know very well what I mean. Don't tell me you've never been... curious?" He stressed the last word. Crowley could practically feel the angel's discomfort. While normally this made him take a step back in his actions, this time it only added to his amusement. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

eastgateangel
2011-04-02 04:49 pm UTC (link)

"I..." Zira swallowed, making his Adam's Apple bob in his throat. He blinked. If he didn't know better, he'd think Crowley had sent this gorgeous woman to seduce him, but he did know better. Despite their conversation about Zira's growing curiosity, sending someone to him like this was not Crowley's style...was it? Zira swallowed again, as he started to second guess not only himself, but also Crowley.

"But I..." he started again, faltered. His gaze dropped to the ground. "Did Crowley send you?"

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	anthony_crowley 2011-04-03 08:34 pm UTC (link)
	Crowley quirked up an eyebrow at the mention of his name. Despite his confusion the angel still jumped to the right conclusions. Well, at least partly. The demon tilted his head to the side. “Try again, angel," he hissed, knowing very well that it would give away his identity. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2011-04-06 01:44 pm UTC (link)
	Zira's eyes went wide at the words the woman spoke. "You old serpent!" he murmured, the 's' in serpent drawn out like a hiss. He wasn't angry, not even close. But for the moment he was sort of in shock, and could do little more than stare at Crowley in his chosen form. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	anthony_crowley 2011-04-08 10:21 pm UTC (link)
	"I cannot deny that," Crowley said with a sly grin. He cocked up an eyebrow at the hiss. The angel had more demonic potential when he would ever admit. He leaned in closer, whispering into Arziraphale's ear. "You still haven't answered my question." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2011-04-09 02:32 pm UTC (link)
	HIs eyes closed as the woman moved in against him. No. Not a woman. This was Crowley, and that thought mad ehim shiver with delight and anticipation. "I've forgotten what the question was," Zira murmured. His voice was distant, full of wonder. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

anthony_crowley
2011-04-10 08:47 pm UTC (link)

Crowley hissed with delight. "Tsss, you should pay more attention, angel. But I will gracious and take that as a yes," the demon retorted. He reached out and cupped Zira's chin with his right hand. His thumb stroked the stubbles on his cheek while Crowley's eyes followed the movement with fascination.

(Ooc: Heeeyyy! xD An idea just knocked on my mind and I don't know what will be more interesting when it comes to the age regression plot. Whether Crowley shall keep his memories and only will regress in personality or he should lose them and thus still consider himself an angel that will be very easily tempted to do something not so right. What do you think? ^^)

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eastgateangel
2011-04-11 04:21 pm UTC (link)

Zira's mouth opened just a little, just enough that his tongue showed against his bottom lip. His eyes fluttered and he swayed just slightly against Crowley's attention. He made a sound in his throat, not unlike a moan. Startled by the sound, his eyes opened fully and he found himself staring at Crowley.

"I...yes. Yes, dearest. Please..."

[OOC: Ohhh. I like the idea of him going all the way back to thinking he's an angel! That's kind of awesome.]

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anthony_crowley
2011-04-13 07:15 pm UTC (link)

"Hush," Crowley said and pressed his perfectly manicured index finger onto his Zira's lips. "You talk too much, angel."

The finger was replaced by Crowley's lips. His hand found his way into the angel's hair and wrapped his fingers around Arziraphale's locks. Hmm, he had taken way too long to find out how good the angel tasted. A real pity.

(Ooc: Yay! It's so funny to write a future demon who still thinks he's in heaven. I took the liberty and set up a thread for us. xD This time you'll even get the link. Damn, I get better. ^^)

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	eastgateangel 2011-04-15 08:06 pm UTC (link)
	Zira opened his mouth to the kiss. His hands caught the shirt Crowley wore. He made a sound in his throat, and his eyes fluttered shut. His wings spasmed at his back. His knees wobbled. A hand moved up to card his fingers through Crowley's hair. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	anthony_crowley 2011-04-16 11:47 pm UTC (link)
	"Mmh, much better," Crowley said between kissing and biting. Reluctantly, his fingers stopped toying with Zira's hair and wandered to his chest. With one smooth movement he pushed the angel against the wall. He heard something crash onto the ground but did not care to find out what the source was. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2011-04-17 11:35 pm UTC (link)
	Zira didn't allow the noise to distract him. Oh no. He was far more focused on Crowley. He might have preferred the demon's usual form, but he wasn't exactly complaining about the womanly curves. He moaned softly, in to the kiss, and his hands moved up to grip Crowley's shoulders. His hips shifted, trying to communicate an urgency of need. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	anthony_crowley 2011-04-19 08:50 pm UTC (link)
	Crowley smirked into kiss. "A bit needy, hmm?" The demon began to play with the top button of Arziraphale's shirt. Slowly, painfully slowly, he opened it. The tip of his right index finger traced the newly uncovered skin down to his next victim. Damn, he wanted to know just how crazy he could drive the angel. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2011-04-21 09:45 pm UTC (link)
	"Stop with the tease, you old serpent," Zira murmured. But he didn't do anything to make Crowley stop. He rather liked what Crowley was doing, even at the same time it was driving him mad. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	anthony_crowley 2011-04-26 05:03 pm UTC (link)
	"Or you'll do what exactly?" Crowley raised his eyebrows at the angel, not intending to follow Zira's wish. Instead he continued his slow torture. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2011-04-30 12:48 am UTC (link)
	"I will...I'll..." Zira's eyes fluttered. He shifted a little, adjusted his posture. "I don't know..." his voice dropped to something barely above a whisper. "Don't stop..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

anthony_crowley
2011-04-30 10:08 pm UTC (link)

Crowley rolled his eyes. "For God's sake, angel, you still have a lot to learn." For once, Crowley did not care about his inappropriate choice of words. More important things clouded his mind. Patience had never been his strength. Within a few seconds Zira's expensive shirt was ripped open and fine fabric replaced by fingernails that were trailing up and down the angel's chest, marking their territory.

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	eastgateangel 2011-05-01 05:20 pm UTC (link)
	"You're just the one I want to teach me..." Zira purred. he closed his eyes and pressed himself against Crowley. He spared no more than a passing thought for the shirt. He would ahve preferred it wasn't ruined, but he couldn't really be bothered to care, just then. "But I dare say," Zira opened an eye. "You are taking your sweet time." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

anthony_crowley
2011-05-03 10:25 pm UTC (link)

"Then teach me, angel," Crowley hissed.¹ His literally forked tongue brushing Arziraphale’s ear while he spoke. It was odd that he had to raise his head to reach his friend’s ear.

"Oh, does that bother you?" the demon asked, the aura of innocence spoiled by the glee in his eyes.

¹ He was the only creature on earth who could hiss a sentence without even a single “s” in it.

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