(Part II)
"Oh, Aziraphale, why didn't you just say it before? We could have spared millenniums of denial of our feelings towards each other."
A bright smile lights the angel's face, as he twiddles with the demon's blond curls.
"Did you really say 'our feelings towards each other'?" He wavers, before getting as answer the most angelic smile ever.
"Come here, you, ninny angel!" Crowley giggles, before kissing him again.
This time is not just a little pressure against his lips, Crowley wants to takes his time for everything.
He tastes the other's lips. There are still some traces of lipstick on them, he gently nibbles them, waiting for Aziraphale to accept that invasion of his mouth.
Even if it's weird and rather disturbing, everything is so natural between them.
Aziraphale parts his lips, allowing their tongues to meet for the very first time; but, as it's easy to figure out, it's the angelic tongue the most experienced one.
The angel in disguise learns quickly and mirrors the other's actions.
The kiss becomes more and more intense, just like their mutual desire to have more physical contact.
Without breaking the kiss, their hands move from each other's hair. Aziraphale's ones try shyly to slip under the shirt, cursing the waistcoat and all the oher clothes that are obstaculating him.
Without even noticing, Aziraphale snaps his fingers, sort of frustrated and Crowley finds himself bare-chested, now with more curvy and soft forms, but not less appealing, quite the contrary.
He smiles against his lover's lips.
Crowley's hands grabs Aziraphale's ass, now skinnier, he would like more meat to play with.
Crowley lovingly removes that silver lanyard used as a sort of tie from Aziraphale's neck and made all the buttons of the black shirt jump, tugging at it violently.
"No, dear, your shirt!" The angel interrupts their kiss, astonished by such ardor.
"The hell with it, I mean the heaven with it… I mean something with it! Whatever, I can miracle a new one, later!" Crowley mutters, eager to kiss him again.
Their tongues play for a while, before Crowley moves towards Aziraphale's neck and the angel stretches it, in order to give him as much access as possible. He goes on kissing and licking it, forcing himself not to leave any hickey because it would make people suspicious.
When he reaches his ear, teasing the point and the lobe with his teeth, the angel wriggles in pleasure.
"Oh, my God! No, I can't' say that… Oh, Satan! Geez, this is even worse! Oh, you!" Aziraphale moans in confusion, making Crowley laugh.
Crowley stops 'torturing' him in that way, giving both his lover and himself a break.
"We should stop here, angel, otherwise I won't be responsible for my actions anymore."
Hearing suh words, said with his own voice, with his own look so full of lust, as if he has never seen it, it's a mix that triggers a bomb inside Aziraphale.
With sinuous attitude, he moves from the armchair and arches his back against the marble table, pulling Crowley to himself and making the demon in disguise lay upon himself.
"You're not... I mean, I'm not as heavy as I thought…" Aziraphale grumbles, puzzled, but determined to go further.
"Oh, my silly, silly angel, you're so damn perfect!" Crowley chuckles with Aziraphale's voice, before lifting from him and staring in those golden snake eyes that cannot lie to him.
"Are you really sure?"
With a leap, the angel pushes himself towards Crowley, wrapping his arms around his neck.
"My dear, if it's you showing me that, I can't fear anything."
"Okay, at least let me do things properly." Crowley mutters, before lifting him in his arms to take him in another room.
"I really appreciate your initiative, but, as your very first time, I'd like to spare you the hardness of the cold marble." He chuckles, reaching his bedroom and placing Aziraphale on his king size bed with deep red sheets.
"This is definitely softer." Aziraphale beams. "However, I guess it's pretty easy to lift me if now I'm you!" he teases the other but Crowley silences him with a long kiss.
"You, idiot! I'm going to lift you even when you'll switch back to the wonderful you." The demon murmurs, taking good care of his ear once more.
"Crowleeeyyy!" Aziraphale moans, feeling an unfamiliar heat in the lower abdomen.
"And you have seen nothing yet!" Crowley sneers with features that are too malicious to belong to an angel.
Without showing any resistance, Aziraphale lets Crowley takes off the black shoes and black jeans, realizing too late that he's not wearing any underwear.
"But.."
"Don't you think everything is more practical this way?" Crowley murmurs seductively, grabbing his member and starting to pump it.
"This is weird… it's almost as if I was masturbating myself!" The demon states, but doesn't stop anyway.
"I'm ssssoooooo excited I can't just be asssssshamed!" Aziraphale amazes him with his answers, mostly because he's hissing.
"Angel, I'd never thought you could be so filthy…" the demon teases him, before resuming his activity, determined to give as much pleasure as possible to his sweet angel with his hands and mouth, also because he already knows his most sensitive spots.
When his tongue touches a very sensitive spot above, Aziraphale can't help it and bestows all his pleasure on a tissue that Crowley made appear at the last moment.
Aziraphale 's moans are driving Crowley crazy.
"If I had been really myself, I wouldn't have wasted such a sweet nectar." the demon murmurs but he's satisfied anyway by that experience.
Aziraphale pulls him towards himself, without caring about what that mouth has just done.
"My sweet, kind demon." He murmurs against his lips and for once Crowley doesn't protest.
He's rather astonished when Aziraphale pushes him, down on the bed, assaulting the cream coloured trousers that end up thrown on the floor.
He also gets rid of the white boxers, more than determined to return the favor ad show Crowley all the things he thinks he has already learned.
And he proves to be a brilliant student, because, instead of immediately reaching the main goal, he has his fun torturing the demon a little, testing all the pleasure he can give to his lover with his current tongue.
He spends a lot of time on the oh-so-sensitive nipples.
"Angel, angel, angel…" Crowley keeps moaning in delight, showing his appreciation.
Aziraphale traces a path of wet kisses down the abdomen and the roundish tummy, without being even remotely disgusted.
Aziraphale is finally learning to accept and appreciate his own body, also judging by the way Crowley - now in Aziraphale's body -is enjoying that .
Aziraphale reaches the trail covered with few blond hair and then he meets his cock, already fully erect.
"See angel, how bloody good you're at this? This is the effect you have on me. Don't stop." Crowley, with eyes closed and hoarse voice.
And the angell doesn't stop at all, until he reaches the same results the demon has previously reached with him.
There's no more need for words, all it takes is just their languid eyes and the unpteenth kiss, before moving to the next phase, the most craved, the most satisfying one.
Crowley places himself between Aziraphale's legs, while the angel lays down with his back on the mattress, watching him.
Crowley prepares Aziraphale, before sliding inside him, as sweetly as possible.
The angel welcomes joyfully every of the demon's pushes, making him understand that not only he can go on but he must increase the rhythm, moving their pelvis in synchrony.
As their bodies become one, they realise that maybe love is the most powerful weapon they can resort to.
In Hell the other demons don't know what feelings are. In Heaven the other angels are sure they know and they're even unbearably pedantic about it.
Amare non è un privilegio, è solo abilità,
(To love is not a privilege, it's just a capability)
è ridere di ogni problema…
(It's to laugh about every problem)
mentre chi odia trema.
(While the ones who hate tremble)
After giving themselves to each other, the angel and the demon remain there, still and silent for a while, enjoying the moment.
Skin against skin. Mouth against mouth. Heart against heart.
They're telling 'I love you' with their eyes much more than they could do with words.
"Okay angel, let's put our clothes on, it's time for a little test, to see if this thing can work." Crowley suggests and that's what they do.
"Great, who are we going to pay a visit to? The graceful lady of the book? Her clumsy fiancé? Or the lovely Madame Tracy?" Aziraphale asks him, eagerly.
"Are you nuts? It's four o'clock a.m., at this time of the day no one would be lovely with us." the demon explains.
"Okay, so where are we going?" the angel frowns.
Crowley makes him cross the revolving door that leads to his plants.
"They're so more clever than you think." Crowley whispers at his ear. "Let me start first."
He trots around the plans, a joyful expression on his face, as he caresses their leaves reverently.
"Good evening, lovely plants. Pardon this improper time of the day, but I was so eager to meet you. You all are just as marvellous as your master says and I'm sure you'll grow even better." He murmurs with a sugary voice.
All the plants remain still, almost sedated by such a sweet voice and his oh-so-kind words.
Winking, Crowley lets Aziraphale know it's his turn and the angel doesn't want to let him down, of course.
With clouchy steps that echo around the room and sudden moves, he examines every plant, one by one.
Until he finds what he was looking for.
"Is a hint of a yellow leaf what I'm seeing here?" He growls, reaching a small plat in a corner. "How many times did I tell you I CAN'T tolerate such a lack of respect? After all I do for you, is this the way to repay me?" Aziraphale roars furiously, grabbing the little plant in the most disgraceful way possible. "Maybe a period of isolation will teach you some manners." He adds, on his way to take it away. "And this is the rule for every of you, if you keep let me down!" he shouts, leaving the room.
Crowley can't do nothing but applauding him.
"I dare to say even better than the original one. I have never thought about the period of isolation!" He chuckles.
Aziraphale put the plant on the floor and takes Crowley aside.
"There's no need to do that for real, maybe you can take the little plant to ' Park for a bunch of days and then back here." He worries about the destiny of the plant.
"I love you, angel!" Crowley smiles at him, kissing him.
"Oh, dear, I love you, too. If we go back to bed I'll show you."
"Oh, you're so insatiable!" The other giggles.
"Nooo, it's not what you think. I prefer to wait until I'll have my body back for doing that, it will be even better." He explains, caressing his face.
"And we'll do that, because now I'm sure it's going to work." Crowley whispers.
"Of course it is. We have to make up for so much lost time, my dear, so let's try to remain alive because I have every intention to do that!" Aziraphale makes Crowley laugh.
They go back to bed to spend the rest of the night together, hugged, cuddling without doing anything else, just like the angel desires and even as Crowley is beginning to appreciate.
In perfect synchrony, they snap their fingers and outside London it starts snowing, which is very unusual, considering that time of the year.
It's a symbolic snow and no one knows it better than them. They smile sweetly at each other, because the snow they had in their hearts has finally melted.
Il tuo sorriso dolce è così trasparente
(Your sweet smile is so transparent)
che dopo non c'è niente,
(That there's nothing after that.)
è così semplice, così profondo
(It's so simple and so deep)
che azzera tutto il resto e fa finire il mondo.
(That resets everything and make the world end.)
E mi ricorda che il coraggio non è come questa neve.
(And it reminds me that brave is not like this snow.)
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THE END
I know it can be really confusing to read, but everything happens after the switch, so Crowley is in Aziraphale's body and vice versa and they made love anyway ;)
When I find time I'll also update 'Run, baby, run ' (which is fluffier and funnier than this one.. I don't know writing nc17 and introspection very well, lol)
p.s. If you also love Killgrave and are fans of the Jessica/Killgrave pairing, feel free to follow my fanfics about them… I also have a crossover involving the Ineffable Husbands ;)