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Tweak says, "Fight for your right to PARTY!"

Anthony J Crowley (serpentinedemon) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-06-19 21:53:00

Entry tags:

anthony j crowley, aziraphale

Who: Aziraphale and Crowley
What: Chess (which is to say, who knows?)
When: Backdated to... Wednesday? Yesterday.
Warnings: There's no telling. We haven't quite decided, yet.

Crowley wasn't quite sure what to make of the sickeningly modern building the Angel had directed him to. Looking around the lobby, he decided it was something he could imagine himself designing- perhaps he had. He hardly remembered all of the designs he had created, over his decades in New York. Still, it was hardly the sort of thing he expected his ang- Aziraphale, to bother with.

Deciding to stop thinking so far into things, he simply willed himself to the Angel's front room, lounging over his disgustingly chic leather couch. Rather than announce his presence, he simply reached over to turn on the over-priced flat-screen TV, settling on one of his soaps. In Thai.

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	eastgateangel 2008-06-21 03:46 am UTC (link)
	"I'm terribly afraid you're going to have to be more specific, dear boy." Zira's foot slid across Crowley's calf once more. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

serpentinedemon
2008-06-21 03:51 am UTC (link)

Oh, bugger all. Patience was a virtue, that Crowley had clearly shed on his trip Downward. He moved the table forcefully over to the side of the wall, the pieces snapping back into place as if scared into it. He hovered over the Angel where he sat, wings spread, close enough for Aziraphale to feel the breath on his lips, without them actually touching.

His voice took on his 'low, sexy tone' as the Angel had called it, as his eyes peered over the edge of his glasses, into Zira's blues. After a minute of tense consideration, he pressed the extra centimetre forward, giving the angel a hard, fiery kiss. "Was that quite specific enough for you, dear?"

	eastgateangel 2008-06-21 04:27 am UTC (link)
	"Dear boy, this is most...unsavory behavior." The words were forced, mostly because he was having trouble keeping his breath. He didn't mean what he said, but said it only out of duty. It had to be said, so he could at least pretend to put up a fight, though it was useless as his body was clearly yeilding to the demon's touch. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-21 04:44 am UTC (link)
	Zira shivered from the touch, his wings fluttering with jolts of unfamiliar pleasure. He moaned softly, unable to coordinate himself for words. He inched forward, pressing himself to Crowley, encouraging him to continue. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serpentinedemon 2008-06-21 04:57 am UTC (link)
	"Better," The demon purred out, letting his fingers run back up the bone of the wing, caressing the sensitive feathered skin. "Tell me, dear- since I do believe I have your attention, now?- what, exactly, you would care to receive as your prize." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eastgateangel 2008-06-21 05:02 am UTC (link)
	"You're the expert in these matters, my dear. Why don't you show me some of my choices?" Zira fingered the front of Crowley's black shirt, and willed it to disappear, allowing his fingers to drift over skin. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)