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There's a rustling of sheets when Aziraphale comes to. His eyes are still closed as he recalls the events of the previous night. Aziraphale would like to hang on to that feeling of confidence and boldness that possessed him upon finding Angelique alive and unharmed. He's going to need those virtues because Crowley's face floats to the surface, and Aziraphale instantly feels guilty.
The angel can sense he's being watched, but he doesn't want Angelique to think he regrets anything, which he doesn't, it's just... ugh, Crowley. Then Aziraphale remembers that one, he and Crowley are not intimately involved, and, two, Crowley all but declared that Aziraphale shack up with Angelique in his stead. The demon didn't just give permission, he asked Aziraphale to care for her and make her happy. If being with Aziraphale makes Angelique happy, then what does he have to feel guilty about?
Aziraphale takes a deep inhale, and his eyes flutter open. As expected, Angelique is awake and gazing at him with questioning eyes. That's all he can see though, because she's covered the rest of her face with the duvet.
All of his worries and indecisions are always a fight between what he wants and what he believes is right. As it happens, when Aziraphale desires something, he's already halfway thinking he's nose-diving into temptation and sin. Falling has always been a concern, but he finds he's not as frightened of the notion as he used to be.
And here is the temptation, literally staring him in the face. But something is only a temptation when it's something you can't or shouldn't have. Aziraphale has accepted that he can have this, he can have her. It's allowed. But should he take? What makes him deserving?
"Hi," Angelique utters softly.
Aziraphale knows that love does not need to be deserved. And that is what this is, as confusing as it may be, it's love.
"Good morning," he replies with a smile.
"Is it?" Angelique's eyes narrow and shift as she tries to gauge his sentiments.
His smile blooms wider while he tugs on the blanket, exposing the rest of Angelique's face. "Mhm," Aziraphale hums, leans in, but then frowns, "unless you think otherwise."
"No!" She barks then blushes. "I mean, it is a good morning," she smirks shyly. She pulls up the duvet again, this time over her hold head and mumbles, "It could be better."
Aziraphale chuckles. "I suppose you'll tell me how I can make it better," he tells the lump of blanket.
"Or," Angelique lilts, "how I can make it better."
The angel's eyebrows shoot up. "Ah, well," his pitch climbs a bit, "Whatever you like, of course, but, ah, as I've mentioned before," he clears his throat, "it's been quite some time." He can feel her inching closer to him under the blanket, and he gulps with nervousness. "Even longer with the, um, the female," he coughs, "sex."
Angelique snickers immaturely and edges closer, their legs are now touching. "Did alright last night."
"Alright?" He mocks. "Very encouraging, Angelique, much appreciated," he deadpans.
She laughs openly and finally emerges from her hiding place with her face scarlet. It's beyond fetching. "You're naked."
Aziraphale shuts his eyes and purses his lips. It's only now when she's drawn attention to it that he realises he'd fallen asleep in the gown and there's a slight breeze and a lack of fabric touching his skin below the waist. She's already gotten an eyeful of his naked body and hard cock. "Fuck."
Angelique gasps loudly. "Aziraphale!"
He opens his eyes and finds Angelique with her mouth open in shock, but her eyes are smiling wickedly. "I'm sure you've heard the expletive before today."
"But not from thine most holy lips, fair angel!" She slaps the back of her hand to her head like she's going to faint.
Aziraphale huffs. "It's thy, in that case. And I've uttered the oath before, at least a handful of times now."
"Wow," Angelique arches a brow.
"What?" Asks Aziraphale, holding back a smile, "not enough for my long life on Earth?"
Angelique shakes her head. "No, I can see it really has been too long since you've been with a woman," she says seriously.
"Why?"
"Because you've just corrected one."
Aziraphale snorts and laughs but then falters when he sees her grave and darkened expression.
"Oh, my," he swallows hard and then nearly levitates off the bed when Angelique's hand suddenly wraps around his cock. "Ha! Ho-dear!"
"Not to worry," she nearly growls, "I've been told I'm an excellent teacher." She gives him a sharp but controlled tug that knocks the wind out of the angel and makes him see stars.
"Gah-fuck," pants Aziraphale.
"And you'll be shouting that a handful more times in just one morning."
Angelique lets him go, and an embarrassing whimper escapes him. The whimper turns into a long whine when she slowly licks her palm while staring him dead in the eyes.
"Oh, merciful–" she grips him again and slides down, "looord!"
Angelique pushes him onto his back and rips off the duvet, exposing the debaucherous deed she's performing. They both look and groan. The view is lewd, and the sounds are obscene.
"You have a lovely cock, Aziraphale."
"Goodness," Aziraphale throws his head back and concentrates on not coming right then and there. If she's going to say things like that then, this is going to be rather quick.
She crushes her mouth to his and nips at his bottom lip, just as she swipes her thumb over his sensitive head. Aziraphale cries out and grips the sheets while Angelique takes advantage of his open mouth. At some point, he feels her shift her weight. Angelique straddles his thighs. She's still fully clothed, which makes Aziraphale feel deliciously exposed. She pumps away and increases her speed, then she grins wolfishly, and Aziraphale doesn't get a chance to ask what the blazes she's up to because her other hand goes down to cup his balls.
"Oh, fuck!" Aziraphale shouts. He thinks his eyes flip all the way around when she kneads and tugs at the same time. He makes the mistake of cracking one eye open and sees he's dripping excessively. She changes course when his breathing turns even more shallow and begins to rub circles over his dribbling tip. "Fuck-fuck-fuck!"
Aziraphale's whole body tenses and he arches off the bed, coming with a shout and tearing a hole in the sheet clutched in his hand.
"See?" Angelique breathes out, still holding his spent cock, "better morning, isn't it?"
Aziraphale is not sure whether he's shaking or nodding his head, maybe both, as he croaks out a, "quite."
The little fiend leans down and kisses him delicately, like she hadn't just ruthlessly wanked his brains out. "Okay," she coos and rips herself away to stand. He frowns at her sudden departure, and she winks. "Let's wash up, and then you can make me breakfast."
"I said I was your guardian, not your kitchen maid."
A fire blazes in her eyes and then she brings up a filthy hand to her mouth and sucks on a sticky finger. Aziraphale's jaw drops, and he can feel his brow twitch when she releases it with an indecent pop.
"Hard-boiled or scrambled eggs?" The angel asks dutifully.
