BUREAUCRACY IN ACTION
Notes
Smuttville-by-the-Sea
Some scenes vaguely inspired by the movie Wild Orchid (mostly part two)
... the explicit version on archiveofourown... "Bureaucracy in Action" by goodgirl_astray
I'm not watching season 10 episodes until I finish this story. This should keep me motivated to complete it, right? :)
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Wild Orchid
Crowley and Naomi had spent very little time pooling together the data they accumulated separately for the past few years. Now that their connection was at the peak of its intensity, and time was of essence, they dropped most of the usual precautions. The speed of communication between the smart demon and the old angel surpassed anything either had experienced. They soon narrowed down the possibilities, and decided to visit all the places in order of relevance.
The plan was simple and fun to execute. They would show up in a place they suspected Gabriel used as a playground. Naomi would dim her grace enough to be barely noticeable, just enough to attract the attention of the archangel that had mentored her. Appearing in the egregious company of the King of Hell was certain to appeal to Gabriel's sense of mischief.
There was no way the Trickster could stop himself from messing with them. And if they happened to have fun along the way, that could only make things more interesting for the archangel. Crowley didn't say out loud this part of the plan, but, most likely, Naomi hadn't missed it.
Crowley was almost hoping that they would not find Gabriel in the first place they looked. Almost.
For one thing, he was a planner, not a hoper. For another, being wrong about this meant Gabriel was better than the two of them put together. And that was unacceptable.
- Pretty Woman -
"You need a few things," Crowley told her.
Before Naomi could ask anything, he snapped his fingers and they were in the exclusive boutique owned by one of his classiest demons. There was something about Naomi that spoke to him of French haute couture. Just as his own essence was drawn to English tailors.
He captured her gaze, kept her hypnotized while he undressed her in the middle of the shop. He opened her severe shirt, undoing the buttons slowly, brushing her skin with his fingertips, as if by accident. Naomi responded to his touches like a Stradivarius under the touch of a master violinist. Her eyes were closing, in that delicious human reaction to sexual excitation. Crowley loved seeing the blue of her irises disappear into the darkness of her growing pupils. He felt like the disappearing blue was his way of biting off a peace of heaven when he touched this angel in such an impure manner.
She was a perfect toy. She trusted him to the point that she didn't argue about being undressed in public. She trusted that he knew what he was doing. Or was she just waiting for him to make known the nature of their collaboration so he would free her and she could kill him? Crowley rejected the hypothesis. The truth was panting in front of him. The truth was audible in her gasps. The truth was tangible in her flushed skin.
When he slid her shirt off, he kissed her shoulder, scratching her skin with his beard. His lips did not burn – a clear sign that she was enjoying the treatment. As if that wasn't enough of a proof that she was enthralled, Naomi whispered constantly, breathlessly
"You are the King..."
while he unzipped her skirt and while it fell, joining her shirt on the floor,
"...of the Underworld."
while he used the angel blade to slice off her panties,
"this is so wrong."
while he tangled his hand in her hair.
"it should not feel so good."
while he walked her backwards until she was pressed against the counter. He lifted her a little and guided her to lay on her back. Her voice no longer formed coherent words while his skilled mouth descend between her legs. He made her come and scream her orgasm. He made her feel such pleasure that could never be obliterated. Let St. Michael try to steal her away now!
She remained motionless on the counter top for a while. Crowley drank in the beautiful sight of her breasts moving in the slowing rhythm of her post orgasmic breathing.
"So many things make sense now," she said, with her eyes closed.
Crowley arched an eyebrow, wondering what she meant.
"The choices humans make... if something this intense is a factor... I begin to understand why there is so much sin in the world. So little reason in their choices."
He smiled, pleased beyond measure by her words. She might be trying to play him, to flatter him, but as he well knew the best lies have at least a grain of truth in them. And her feelings for him were going to be very useful in his attempt to take her into darkness once Lucifer was dealt with.
Crowley helped her get back to reality. They chose several outfits for their trip to Rio de Janeiro – their best guess for Gabriel's hideaway – and then Crowley undid the spell he had used to keep their "session" private. Life resumed around them, and they looked as close to ordinary as two attractive people can look.
- Rio de Janeiro -
As soon as they stepped out of the plane in Rio de Janeiro, Crowley felt Naomi's anxiety rise to dangerous levels. Her whole body tensed up, and not in the fun way his games affected her. That could ruin his enjoyment of the mission. They were following their best lead for the Trickster, and he was aware of the time sensitive element, but decided that he was going to play with Naomi every available second. The limousine was waiting to take them to the luxury hotel they had pinpointed as the most probable location of the Trickster.
Crowley tried to understand the reason for her reaction before deciding on a course of action. On their way to the hotel, he extended his senses, and allowed the reality of this place to touch his consciousness. At first he felt the hedonistic vibe of the affluent neighbourhood they were traversing. Then came, from a little further away, the raw emotions from the poorer quarters of the great metropolis. Decadence and poverty. Not a unique combination. The stench of violence that came from the well structured crime organizations was quite pleasing to his dark senses. His people had signed a lot of contracts in those parts. But, again, that was not so unlike a number of other cities he and Naomi had met over the years. His own mansion was in the heart of a city with a history of violence and organized crime that had inspired countless movies.
He felt it then. Under all the oh-so-human mixture of self indulgence and despair, he felt the heavy smell of Catholicism. Just great! He didn't mind Catholicism in humans, but it would be incredibly annoying if it raised any scruples in his playmate.
In their suite, Crowley made use of their pact again. He made her serve him drinks naked. Asked her to bend over in front of his armchair with her back to him and stay like that while he drank his scotch so he can study her ass. He would sometimes reach between her legs and trail his fingers lazily along her inner thigh.
"You've been a good girl," he murmured. "You get a present for being so good," he said, almost purring.
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"I want you to be ready to play when we come back."
His voice sounded thick and if Naomi hadn't been so far gone into her own sensations, she might have commented. He was happy to note that she seemed unable to make fun of him being so heavily turned on.
It took them an unnecessarily long time to get dressed because they insisted on helping one another. And there were a lot of caresses mixed with the buttoning up his shirt, zipping up her dress, tying his tie and putting on her necklace.
"Do you really think this is the best way to go about it?" Naomi asked.
"Yes!" Crowley assured her. "He won't be able to resist checking us up in person."
He was well aware that dressing up made her uncomfortable. Having her go in public, wait for her mentor, while having a toy in her ass, must have drove her out of her rigid, perfectly controlled mind. For Crowley, the most important argument in favour of this plan was that it was the most fun way to smoke out Gabriel.