Author's Note: This was written before Series 2 of Good Omens came out.
The gardener's cottage supplied by the Dowling's was small and cosy, which suited Aziraphale perfectly.
He'd settled in for the evening with good book. He was sat in an armchair beside a crackling fire, a cup of tea on the little table beside him.
A musical chime dragged him from his book and back into the real world. He looked up just in time to see a scroll materialise on his desk.
A message from Heaven - probably a list of every angel who'd received a commendation that quatre. His name wouldn't be on it. Or it could be Gabriel's latest boring and self-congratulatory newsletter. Aziraphale definitely wasn't getting up for that.
Aziraphale returned his attention back to his book – he was at a good bit – and was soon engrossed again. It was only when he started craving something sweet and got up to grab a packet of custard cream biscuits that he remembered the scroll with some guilt.
Munching on a custard cream, he unravelled the letter and read it.
Dear valued member of the Heavenly Host,
Please be advised that a power out for maintenance purposes will begin in 15 minutes at precisely 9pm, local time.
During today's maintenance, access to miracle use will be temporarily lost, both on Earth and in Heaven. Our infernal enemy will be similarly affected.
Please take extra care, be aware of your surroundings, and stay safe in order to avoid accidental injury or discorporation.
Maintenance is expected to last for 12 hours.
We apologise for any inconvenience.
Yours Faithfully,
The Divine Maintenance Team.
Aziraphale looked up helplessly at the clock and watched as the second hand ticked relentlessly upwards and over the hour mark.
"Oh, blast," Aziraphale muttered as his connection to the divine was suddenly severed. He gave an involuntary shudder. He could feel the loss right to his very core.
Well, at least he was somewhere comfortable unlike the last time this happened, which had been early in the 1700s. He'd been traveling by horseback with the threat of highway men around every corner. That had been almost 300 years ago. He should have known they were due another one. Well, never mind. Since being reprimanded by Gabriel for frivolous miracle use in the 1790s he'd become a little more practiced at being frugal. He probably wouldn't have used any miracles tonight anyway, so it made no difference. Except there was something unnerving about not being able to if the need arose. He has the sudden urge to lock the doors and windows, to close the curtains tight and block out the world.
Then he remembered Crowley, who was currently in the house. Crowley, who had never been close enough to join him during one of these power outs before. Aziraphale's heart leapt. He had to find her and bring her back to the cottage.
They could have some drinks and pass the time together, and it would be interesting to see how Crowley got on without her powers. She used them all the time, for every little thing.
And then it occurred to Aziraphale that there were many other things they could get up to, and the full potential of this power outage hit him hard. His stomach flipped with nervous excitement.
Angels were forbidden from having sex. The same system that Gabriel used to keep track of Aziraphale's miracle use would also flag up any sexual encounters he might have. As much as Aziraphale wanted to, he'd never had sex with anyone, instead making do with his own hand and a bit of imagination. That was all he could sneak under the radar. But with the system down for maintenance, he didn't have to resist any longer.
Aziraphale had considered taking advantage of the power outs in this way before, but he only wanted Crowley. He felt safe and comfortable around her. No one else made him feel even half the things Crowley made him feel. But, until today, Crowley had always been just out of reach during a power out. Now all he has to do was go into the house and find her. Aziraphale was chummy with the butler, he'd let him in no problem.
Heart fluttering, Aziraphale looked in the mirror above the fireplace and ran his fingers through his hair to tidy it before straightening his bowtie- Oh! Oh, no!
Aziraphale wasn't in his 'Brother Francis' gardener disguise. The butler wouldn't recognize him, and he couldn't use a miracle to make the butler let him in.
After finishing his days work, Aziraphale had put on his favourite shirt, trousers and bowtie, though he'd foregone his usual waistcoat. The room was rather toasty with the fire going. His Francis clothes were in his wardrobe, so it'd be simple enough to get changed, but the facial fuzz and the overbite had been achieved via a miracle. He raised a hand to alter his appearance, remembering too late that his powers didn't work and feeling rather foolish.
He'd call Crowley and invite her over then. Thank goodness for telephones.
He dashed over to the desk and picked up the receiver. A glance out of the window just before he was about to dial Crowley's number made his stomach summersault.
There, heading across the grass towards him was Crowley, her hips swaying enticingly with every step. Aziraphale bit his lower lip, excitement flaring, but then fear gripped him. What is she didn't like him like that? What if she said no? What if he'd read her wrong all these years? But they'd been flirting for millennia. Surely his advances would be welcome.
And how exactly was he supposed to make advances? How should he convey what he wanted without being vulgar? His heart was hammering as she came closer, and then she spotted him and gave a little wave. Aziraphale waved back, and suddenly he knew everything would be alright. This was Crowley. They'd work it out. There was nothing to be scared of.
Feeling lightheaded, Aziraphale went to unlock the door.
Crowley stepped out into the cool evening air, her heart racing. She hated it when her powers stopped working, it left her feeling weak and vulnerable.
She'd just finished putting Warlock to bed and had been waiting for him to drift off when the warning of the impending maintenance has been dumped straight into her head. She hated that too. She'd never get used to the invasive shock of it. And what was even the point? They'd warned her bang on 9pm, just as her powers were cut from her.
Crowley gritted her teeth. She'd been planning to join the other servants in the staff common room, hoping for a game of cards and to hear the latest gossip. Fuck that. Without her powers, she wouldn't be able to hold her liqueur. She wouldn't be able to protect herself. She trusted these people, she really did, but it's a lot easier to trust someone when you have dark magic at your disposal. And the butler, despite being married, had been giving her the eye lately. He probably wouldn't act on it, and probably wasn't the sort to force himself on anyone, but 'probably' wasn't good enough right now.
She didn't even dare go to her bedroom. There wasn't a lock on the door. It hadn't seemed important before now.
Usually during a maintenance, Crowley raced to wherever she currently called home – if she wasn't there already - barricaded herself inside, and then armed herself with makeshift weapons until the maintenance was over. She knew what humans were capable of.
This level of fear wasn't something Crowley thought she'd ever get used to. Even in Hell, bureaucracy protected her. She was one of Satan's favourites - no one would dare lay a finger on her. But now, she felt as helpless as any human.
She decided to go to the one and only place she truly felt safe – Aziraphale's side. They could hunker down in the little cottage, lock the doors and then laugh over a glass of wine or two. Not too much, of course, but enough to help her relax.
She'd never seen Aziraphale during a power out before. It could be interesting.
As Crowley stalked across the grass she peered into the darkness warily, as though errant monsters or butlers might be hiding in the rose bushes or lurking among the trees. She couldn't help the way her heart lurched at every sound, every sway of a branch in the wind.
On her way down the stairs she'd heard a radio playing somewhere nearby, and she caught herself singing half-remembered lyrics under her breath, trying to calm herself. "I woke up with the power out, not really something to shout about… I went out into the night, I went out to find some light." She let out a humourless laugh at just how fitting the lyrics were right now.
When the cottage with it's warmly lit bright windows came into view, it was like finding a port in a storm.
Crowley spotted Aziraphale in the window and gave a little wave, trying to look cool and suave, and when Aziraphale vanished from the window – heading across to the door – Crowley sprinted forward, almost tripping as her heels sank into the grass. When the front door opened, Crowley quickly changed to a saunter, grumbling to herself that her shoes wouldn't have dared to do that if she'd had her powers.
There was a beaming smile on Aziraphale's face as he stood in the doorway, and Crowley felt her anxiety melt away under the strength of it.
Aziraphale had ditched his brother Francis disguise, instead going for his usual look, though he hadn't bothered with the waistcoat. Crowley found her eyes drawn to the way his shirt pulled tight over his broad shoulders and the softness of his stomach. She felt her face heat up. Pathetic. If Aziraphale were to ever take his shirt off in front of her, she'd probably pass out.
"Crowley!" Aziraphale said, delight in his voice. "Come on in! I take it you heard about the maintenance?"
"Yep," Crowley said as she swept past him. "Bloody pain in the arse."
Aziraphale chuckled. He closed the door and locked it. "Well, we'll just have to live like humans for the night. How exciting!"
Crowley gave him a doubtful look. Of course Aziraphale would be enthusiastic about slumming it. But there was a nervousness under Aziraphale's smile that betrayed how he truly felt. So Crowley wasn't the only one who felt on edge. She softened slightly.
The front door led straight into the living area, where a pair of comfortable-looking armchairs stood on either side of the fire, which was roaring in the grate and casting the room in an orange glow. It was so warm that Crowley instantly started taking off her suit jacket.
Aziraphale was at Crowley's side in a flash. "Let me take that for you." He helped her out of the jacket, and Crowley's stomach swooped at every innocent touch. Aziraphale looked her up and down. "Oh, I always thought it was a dress. I don't think I've ever seen you without the matching jacket."
Crowley looked down at her pencil skirt, black blouse, and the bow at her collar. She shrugged.
"Looks lovely on you," Aziraphale said.
Crowley's cheeks flushed at the compliment. She wanted to compliment Aziraphale back - he looked good in that shirt - but she couldn't find the right words, and she worried she'd only end up making a fool of herself.
Aziraphale spun away and hung up the jacket on a hook before turning back to Crowley with a cheerful smile. "Gosh, it's hot in here, isn't it." Suddenly Aziraphale was undoing his bowtie, pulling the material from his neck.
Crowley realised she was staring and quickly turned away before throwing herself onto one of the armchairs by the fire. Aziraphale sat down opposite her, the top two buttons of his shirt now undone, and his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows.
Well, Aziraphale was certainly distracting her from her anxiety, just not how she'd expected. It was a welcome distraction, if an unnerving one.
"Would you like a glass of wine?" Aziraphale asked.
"Yes," Crowley said immediately. It might help to slow her brain, force her to relax.
On his way to the kitchen, Aziraphale shut the curtains. A moment later he returned with a bottle of red and two wineglasses. He poured the drinks while Crowley babbled about her day with Warlock.
Aziraphale handed Crowley her glass and then settled back in his seat. He took a delicate sip, and then looked up at Crowley with a smile. "This is nice. Just us."
"Yeah," agreed Crowley after taking a long sip. "No kids under our feet, no demanding humans."
Aziraphale swirled his glass and then his eyes darted up to meet Crowley's, a coy smile playing on his lips. "And with the power out... Well. We can do whatever we want."
Crowley grinned. "Yeah. They've basically ordered to hunker down and skive off. No tempting, no messing about with paperwork."
Their eyes met and Crowley got the distinct impression she'd not responded in the way Aziraphale had hoped.
"We could play cards," Crowley suggested. She downed her glass of wine and then reached for the bottle.
"No," Aziraphale said, pulling it out of her way. "Er. I think we should keep a level head."
"Huh? Oh. Yeah. Don't wanna risk a hangover when we can't miracle it away."
"Exactly." Aziraphale said with a relieved laugh, and then he downed the last of his drink and pushed his glass and the bottle away. "You- You look tense. Maybe-"
Crowley's eyes widened. "No, I'm fine," she said, not wanting Aziraphale to know she'd been moments away from a full-blown panic attack on the way to the cottage. She forced her shoulders to relax. "I was giving Warlock piggyback rides earlier. My back's just a little tight is all."
"Maybe I could give you a back massage?" Aziraphale asked hopefully.
Surprised by the offer, it took Crowley a moment to find her voice. "Er. Sure," she said, trying to act nonchalant despite the excitement twisting in her belly at this excuse to be touched.
Aziraphale was suddenly on his feet, moving towards her and then vanishing behind Crowley's armchair.
"Sit up straight, my dear."
Crowley straightened, feeling overwhelmed already, and then Aziraphale's hands landed on her shoulders and squeezed.
"Alright?"
"Yep," said Crowley, staring intently ahead.
Aziraphale started to massage her shoulders, and Crowley's eyes drifted closed.
"This okay? Not too hard?"
"Nope. S'good."
"Let's loosen some of these knots, shall we? I'll get started on your neck."
Aziraphale's hands drifted up and over Crowley's collar until he was touching the bare skin of her neck, thumbs rubbing in little circles.
Crowley's body tingled all over. She was glad Aziraphale couldn't see her face. She could feel her cheeks burning, but that wasn't the only place that was heating up. Between her legs she was already hot and aching, and when she shifted, thighs rubbing together, she could feel how wet she was. Thank fuck she didn't have a cock right now. At least Aziraphale wouldn't be able to tell how aroused she was. She tried to keep her breathing steady.
"You've got such a long and elegant neck," Aziraphale said.
What the fuck? Was Aziraphale flirting with her?! No. He couldn't be. He was just being nice. Aziraphale often said stuff without thinking about how it came across. He didn't see Crowley that way.
Everyone in Heaven thought sex was disgusting and weird. It was forbidden for angels. They kept track of that sort of thing, just like they did with miracles. Although… they couldn't keep track of it right now, could they? Not with this maintenance happening.
Aziraphale could do whatever he wanted without repercussions.
No. Crowley was reading too much into it. Aziraphale didn't want to have sex. He was good, he obeyed. Crowley had never even heard him swear. Heaven had brain washed him. He would never go against their orders.
Although... He did hang around with a demon so maybe he wasn't quite as under Heaven's thumb as he seemed.
"I can smell apples. Is that your soap?" Aziraphale asked.
Crowley tried to get her brain into gear. It took her a moment to remember how to form words. "Er. Shampoo."
"Oh," Aziraphale said, and then Crowley felt and heard him lean forward. "You smell lovely."
Fuck. Did Aziraphale just sniff her hair? Holy shit, he did. He definitely did. Fuck. He was coming onto her. He'd probably been flirting with her this entire time.
It was all so clear to Crowley now. Aziraphale wanted to make the most of this opportunity given to them by the maintenance. That was what he'd been implying earlier! No wonder he'd looked so disappointed when Crowley had suggested they play cards.
Aziraphale had gone back to massaging Crowley's shoulders, making pleasure spark down her spine. A surge of nervous excitement rushed through her. She should flirt back, let Aziraphale know she was into this. But how? Maybe she could make a joke about apples and temptation? Or let Aziraphale know just how much she was enjoying having his hands on her?
Crowley swallowed, heart racing. "That feels really good," she breathed. Crowley had fully intended for it to sound flirtatious, but not quite so wrecked. Or horny.
Aziraphale's hands stilled on her shoulders. There was a tension in the air suddenly, and it made Crowley shrink into herself, face burning. She shouldn't have said anything. She'd got it all wrong and now she'd made things awkward.
"I like making you feel good," Aziraphale said and then he leaned down and pressed his lips to the side of Crowley's throat.
Caught off guard, Crowley flinched and made a squeaky sound.
Aziraphale's lips left her skin and his hands left her shoulders as he straightened up. "Sorry, I didn't-"
Crowley scrambled up onto her knees, spinning around to face the back of the armchair, to face Aziraphale. She caught his hand, stopping him from backing away.
Aziraphale's face was red, shame and embarrassment in his eyes.
"S'okay. You just surprised me is all," Crowley said.
"Sorry."
Crowley squeezed Aziraphale's hand and then surged up to kiss him on the mouth. Crowley pushed her fingers into pale hair and found it to be just as soft as she'd always imagined. Aziraphale's lips were soft too. Soft and warm. The intimacy of it was overwhelming.
Aziraphale broke the kiss first, leaning back and looking pleased with himself.
Crowley raised an eyebrow at him. "You were flirting with me this whole time, weren't you?"
Aziraphale's gaze dropped shyly. "I'm not very good at it."
"You are. I almost died when you rolled your shirt sleeves up. And that massage. Fuck." Crowley ran a hand up Aziraphale's forearm, thrilled and exhilarated. "Guess I thought it was all wishful thinking on my part."
Aziraphale pulled her into another kiss, deeper than the last, and Crowley let out a weak, helpless noise when Aziraphale's tongue pushed into her mouth.
"You've no idea how much I've wanted this," Aziraphale said between kisses. "Every time there's been a power out. We've always been too far apart. Sometimes even in different countries. I always wanted to find you."
Crowley kissed Aziraphale's jaw, and then she sucked on the bare skin of his throat, just above his unbuttoned collar.
"Oh," Aziraphale gasped, and then he tilted Crowley's chin upwards, kissing her mouth again. "Maybe we should retire to the bedroom. More comfortable." There were nerves in his voice, but his eyes were full of desire, and his gaze dropped to Crowley's throat, to the red bow there, undressing her with his eyes. Crowley could imagine it perfectly, Aziraphale untying the bow in one swift pull and then unbuttoning her blouse, revealing... Oh, shit. She had tits.
For a brief moment, she decided she'd simply wish them away, but then she remembered she couldn't. She was stuck with them, and even worse, she was stuck with a vulva. She couldn't change any of it, not without her powers.
Aziraphale was going to be so disappointed. They couldn't have sex after all. They'd probably stop making out.
Aziraphale was the gayest person Crowley knew.
"What's wrong?" Aziraphale gave her a desperate look. "We don't have to. We can stay right here. Sorry. I didn't mean…"
"It's just- I got a bit carried away with the disguise," Crowley said apologetically. She couldn't meet Aziraphale's eyes. She'd ruined everything, ruined what should have been a wonderful and intimate moment between them. How many chances like this would they get? The stars had to align. It'd be easier now humans had invented better transport and instantaneous communication, but still. This only happened every few hundred years.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Crowley spun around, embarrassed, and dropped back into her seat with her shoulders hunched. "I've got... female bits. Can't change them back now that our powers don't work. If I'd have known... Ugh, they never give us any bloody warning."
Crowley tried to think of a way to resolve the situation. Maybe they could keep their clothes on. Or have anal sex. Aziraphale could pretend she had the male parts. But no. Crowley had never had anal without using her powers to make her body relax, to make herself slick and ready. Not to mention, she'd only ever done it alone.
"Oh. Er. You don't like being female during?"
It was so surreal, talking about this with Aziraphale. Her face felt hot. "It's not that. I just... I can't imagine it's your sort of thing."
"Why not?"
Aziraphale was stood beside her now, his beige trousers tented. Crowley's breath hitched, arousal washing through her at the evidence of how turned on he was.
Aziraphale bent down. "A cock or a cunt, I'd love to get my hands and my mouth on you."
Crowley couldn't resist reaching up to kiss him. "Can't believe you just said cunt."
"Would you prefer I said vulva? Pussy? Quim?"
"Ngk. Stop it. I can't- Fuck. It's hot hearing you talk like that."
Aziraphale pulled back, a laugh escaping him.
"I've also got..." Crowley gestured at her chest. Why couldn't she say it? Aziraphale was saying all sorts.
"Yes, I noticed," said Aziraphale, staring right at her breasts. He moved behind her again, behind the chair, and put his hands on her shoulders. He looked down at her. "I've been trying very hard not to ogle them ever since you took your jacket off."
"Ogle away, you filthy bastard. In fact, you can do more than ogle them." Crowley looked up with a grin and pushed her chest out in temptation, exhilarated that Aziraphale still wanted her. Those hands slid down, smoothing over the front of her blouse, and then he cupped both breasts in his hands and squeezed.
Crowley's mouth hung open on a moan, and suddenly Aziraphale was kissing her, deep and hard, making Crowley tilt her head back.
The bow at Crowley's throat kept brushing the back of Aziraphale's hand, and suddenly Aziraphale took one end between his fingers and started to pull. Crowley watched as it unravelled, and then Aziraphale's fingers went to the top button of her blouse, his other hand still cupping Crowley's left breast.
"Is this-?" Aziraphale started.
Crowley's voice came out needy. "Yesss. Fuck. Do it."
Crowley stared with wide, awed eyes as Aziraphale unbuttoned her blouse slowly.
Aziraphale's face rested just above her shoulder and the realisation that he was watching too – could see as her cleavage was revealed, inch by inch, along with the black lace of her bra - made her whimper. Her blouse gaped open and Aziraphale's hand slipped inside, fingers sliding along her cleavage before pushing into one of the cups and squeezing. Crowley groaned as her breast was pulled out of her bra, leaving her dizzyingly on show. Her nipple was already hard when Aziraphale started to run his thumb back and forth over it, making her squirm with pleasure.
Aziraphale's breath was hot against her ear, and then he laid a kiss against the back of her neck. "You really like that, don't you."
"Yeah," Crowley choked out.
"You're so sensitive. I always wondered if you would be. I want to learn all the things you like."
Aziraphale turned Crowley's face towards him and kissed her deeply, letting go of one breast and then grabbing the other, giving it the same treatment as the first. Crowley moaned into Aziraphale's mouth, her face hot. She could feel Aziraphale smiling against her, the smug bastard.
Aziraphale drew back, and suddenly he was stood in front of her, his cheeks pink. The way he looked Crowley up and down made a shiver of arousal run through her. He had a perfect view of her bare breasts. The tenting of Aziraphale's trousers was so obvious now, so obscene, that it made her shudder with need, and she let it an undignified whine.
Aziraphale surged forward, one knee pushing up beside Crowley's on the seat. His gaze was fixed on Crowley's exposed chest but then lifted to meet her eyes. Suddenly they were kissing, and Crowley's hands were pawing at Aziraphale's back, pulling him in, finally able to touch him.
Aziraphale untucked Crowley's blouse from her skirt, and then Crowley was shrugging out of it. The blouse vanished somewhere down the back of the armchair or maybe down the side or under it, Crowley didn't care. Aziraphale was kissing her again, and his hands had snuck behind her to unhook her bra. Holy shit. It felt like she'd stumbled into some sort of surreal but wonderful alternate universe.
Aziraphale made a frustrated sound, breaking the kiss so he could peek over Crowley's shoulder.
Lifting her hand, Crowley flicked her wrist to summon her dark magic, wanting to give Aziraphale a hand with the hooks of her bra. Oh. Oops.
Aziraphale stopped. "Did you just-"
"No. Nope."
"You did," Aziraphale laughed.
Crowley shut him up with a kiss - now her favourite way of doing so.
When Aziraphale finally got Crowley's bra unfastened he made a triumphant sound and then threw the bra away over the arm of the chair.
Any lingering doubts that Crowley might have had about Aziraphale's feelings towards her breasts were immediately extinguished by the look on Aziraphale's face as he stared at them. He squeezed them together and then buried his face in her cleavage. Crowley laughed and then dissolved into gasps as Aziraphale licked at a nipple and then sucked it into his mouth. One of his hands was stroking her knee, but suddenly it slid up and under the hem of her pencil skirt, which, despite usually coming down to just below the knee, had already ridden up several inches.
"Oh," breathed Aziraphale, a delighted sound. "You're wearing stockings. I thought they were tights." His hand left the lacy top of her stocking to glide over bare skin, making Crowley shiver and bite her lower lip. He hooked a finger under the suspender strap. "Suspenders, no less."
"You like them, huh? Feel free to lift my skirt up and get a proper look."
Aziraphale gave him what could only be described as a devilish grin and then started to push her skirt up her thighs. "These stockings look beautiful on you. You have such gorgeous legs."
Crowley felt her cheeks heat at the praise and attention. She gulped as her skirt bunched up around her waist, revealing her black lacy knickers. She'd never thought anyone would ever see them. Her lacy underwear had always been just for herself, to make her feel sexy.
Aziraphale's eyes were half-lidded as he stroked Crowley's inner thigh, moving steadily up towards her knickers, hesitating at the last moment.
Crowley spread her legs a little wider. "You can touch me if you want to. Take them off even. Whatever you want."
Aziraphale pressed a hand to the lacy pattern at the front of her knickers, and then he looked up at her earnestly. "I- I've never done this before. Any of it. Just so you're aware."
Crowley had wondered, but she hadn't wanted to pry. She wouldn't have blamed Aziraphale for getting carried away with a human during a previous maintenance. He deserved some fun. "We can slow down if you want?"
Aziraphale shook his head. "I may require some guidance is all."
"While we're, um, on the subject. I've never done this before either. Just so you know."
Aziraphale looked surprised, but only for a moment, and then he smiled and kissed her. He stroked Crowley through her underwear, hand drifting lower, making her tremble and gasp.
"You're wet already," Aziraphale breathed.
"Of course I am. You've been flouncing around with your collar undone and sucking on my tits. You know, it's not really fair that I'm the only one in a state of undress."
Aziraphale smirked. "Really? I rather like it." His fingers dipped just below the lacy waistband of Crowley's knickers.
Crowley's breath hitched. "Please…" she said and then bit her lip as Aziraphale's hand pushed fully beneath the material. His fingers found their way to where she was hot and wet. Her knickers had bunched low revealing a strip of carefully trimmed red hair. Crowley lifted her hips and Aziraphale pulled her underwear down her legs, leaving her cunt on show. She let her legs fall open, revealing even more, and the look of longing on Aziraphale's face had her spreading them even wider.
Her heart was racing, skin tingling, as Aziraphale dropped to his knees. This felt so surreal. Aziraphale's hands were on Crowley's thighs as he leant forward and buried his face in her crotch. Crowley gasped as Aziraphale kissed at her and then started to lick and suck. She had to cover her mouth with both hands to try to stop the embarrassing sounds that poured from her. Aziraphale, however, was letting out the most obscene and erotic groans, just like the sounds he'd make in a restaurant but dialled up to a thousand, like he was eating the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. Crowley felt desperately aroused by the sounds he was making and by the sight of him, by the way Aziraphale's lips and tongue moved against her, inside her. Their eyes met and there was such hunger in Aziraphale's gaze that it made a shudder run through her. Aziraphale reached up and grabbed a breast, squeezing as he continued to mouth at Crowley's pussy.
That familiar build up took her by surprise, and suddenly she was tipping over the edge, making a strangled sound as her breath hitched. She dissolved into whimpers, unable to contain herself as she shook apart. Aziraphale licked and sucked her through it, still playing with her breast, and once Crowley had stopped trembling and was slumped back on the cushions, red faced and panting, Aziraphale raised his head.
"Sorry," Crowley said, embarrassed suddenly. "I meant to last longer. You're just too good with that tongue."
Aziraphale laughed from his place on his knees, a pleased look on his face. His chin and mouth were wet, his hair dishevelled, his cheeks flushed pink. He looked desperately horny, his composure shot.
Crowley pulled Aziraphale towards her, kissing him deeply, stomach swooping at the realisation that she could taste herself on his lips. She looked down at the bulge in his trousers and then slid a hand down to press against his hardness.
Aziraphale gasped.
"Let me take care of you," Crowley growled as she pressed harder against him, delighting in the way it made Aziraphale's hips jolt.
She unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it open, and then kissed at his chest and the round of his stomach.
"Stand up for me," Crowley said, and Aziraphale was instantly on his feet. Crowley shuffled closer in her seat and almost trembled with anticipation as she unbuckled his belt, and then she was pushing his trousers down to bunch around his ankles, leaving Aziraphale in just his white boxers and open shirt. Crowley groaned at the sight of him half-undressed, her hands moving to squeeze Aziraphale's thick thighs. "Fuck, you have the most gorgeous thighs, angel." Her hands slid up, found the waistband of his boxers and then pulled them down to join his trousers around his ankles.
Crowley couldn't help the noise that escaped her at the sight of Aziraphale's hard cock, at the way it was already wet at the tip. "Fuck. You've got a huge cock. Just look at you."
She took hold of his cock, marvelling at the weight of it, the heat of it. She couldn't resist leaning in and licking a stripe along his length before sucking on the head and then taking him into her mouth, making Aziraphale moan and gasp. Crowley had no idea what she was doing, no experience to draw from, but her eyes were soon closed in bliss, heat flaring between her legs as she bobbed her head. She held him close, clinging to his hips, enjoying the feeling of having her mouth so full. Fuck, the next time she fantasised about sucking his cock she'd have real memories to draw from. She looked up at him as she sucked, a thrill racing through her when she saw him watching her with heavy lust-filled eyes. His fingers were suddenly in her hair, brushing curls from her face.
Crowley leant back, letting Aziraphale's cock slip from her lips. She stared at it, hot and slick with her spit.
A cracked sound escaped Aziraphale's throat, a desperate needy whimper, and Crowley had to resist stuffing her mouth full of his cock again. "I want you inside me. Do you want to?"
The response was immediate, greedy. "Yes."
Crowley considered suggesting they retire to the previously mentioned bedroom, but Aziraphale was already surging forward, lifting Crowley's ankles up onto his shoulders, hands under Crowley's knees, and pushing her back against the cushions. It was frantic and eager, Aziraphale practically vibrating with excitement, and then everything seemed to slow down. Aziraphale was bent over her, holding the base of his cock in one hand and squeezing Crowley's thigh with the other. She angled her hips upwards toward him in invitation. Aziraphale slid the head of his cock across her wet body until he caught against her opening. Crowley whimpered through her teeth, desperate for it. "Please."
With a moan, Aziraphale pushed inside - torturously slowly, like he was savouring a favourite dessert. Crowley was moaning too, mouth open, overcome as she watched herself being filled. Aziraphale kept pushing until he was all the way inside, their bodies flush together, and then they both stopped, both staring at the place where they were joined. Crowley couldn't believe this was really happening. It felt like a dream.
Aziraphale's voice was shaking. "Y- You're so tight."
A laugh escaped Crowley. "You're big. So big."
"Is it okay? I'm not hurting you? -Oh!"
Crowley had just rolled her hips. "You feel amazing."
Aziraphale gave a thrust, punching a groan from both of them, and then he did it again.
"That's it, that's it. Please," Crowley said, breathless and hot all over.
Aziraphale sped up, gasps escaping him, his hips snapping back and forth like he'd been holding himself back. Crowley's whole body was pushed back against the cushions on every thrust, Aziraphale clinging to her thighs. She let out a long groan, reaching out to touch Aziraphale anywhere she could. His arms, his chest. Aziraphale was panting, gasping with every grinding move of his hips. There were kisses, there were hands on her, squeezing her breasts, and then Aziraphale was clinging to Crowley's thighs again with both hands, thrusting hard and fast. Crowley's whole body was on fire, lit up, shuddering with every push and pull.
"Crowley..." Aziraphale gasped, his voice wrecked. "I'm not going to last much longer."
A groan of arousal was punched out of Crowley at the thought. "Come inside me," she breathed. "I want it. Please."
The next thrust was harder, Aziraphale's fingers digging into her thighs as his cock slid almost all the way out before slamming all the way back inside again.
Crowley's body was tingling all over, sensitive to every touch, every punishing thrust, and the thought of what Aziraphale was going to do had her on the edge even though she'd cum not long before.
Aziraphale bent her almost double as he buried himself deep inside of her, pinning her to the cushions while he let out the filthiest groan Crowley had ever heard. Crowley was sure she could feel his cock pulsing as he filled her up.
"Crowley..." Aziraphale moaned, and Crowley had never heard her name said like that. "I'm cumming, I'm-" As if Crowley hadn't felt it, hadn't realised. It was all too much, sending her hurtling into another earth-shattering orgasm which left her shaking, whining, and whimpering Aziraphale's name.
"Again? Crowley. Oh, Crowley," Aziraphale gasped.
Crowley laughed, buzzing with pleasure and delight.
Aziraphale sagged against her, still inside of her, and for a while the only sounds were their panting and the crackling fire.
Crowley's legs slid from Aziraphale's shoulders, moving instead to tighten around his waist. She crossed her feet, keeping him close, keeping him inside. She didn't want this moment to end, and she didn't want to go back to normal – whatever that was now - but inevitably Aziraphale started to draw back, and as much as Crowley wanted to hang onto him, she unhooked her ankles and spread her legs to let him go.
"Um." Aziraphale stopped, his cock halfway out. "how do we-? Were going to make a mess if I just-"
"I mean, I'd suggest a miracle, but..." Crowley laughed and then glanced around, hoping for a handy box of tissues but no such luck.
"I don't want to ruin the upholstery," Aziraphale muttered as he shrugged out of his shirt. Crowley's eyes trailed over Aziraphale's completely bare torso, admiring wide shoulders, while Aziraphale pushed the balled-up shirt beneath them and then pulled out. Crowley bit her lower lip as she felt Aziraphale's cum slipping out of her, wet and sticky.
"Don't mind getting it on your clothes then?" Crowley said.
"Needs must," Aziraphale said. Their eyes met and Aziraphale's lip pulled up at the corner. "Wouldn't be the first time I've mis-used my attire in such a way."
Crowley made an appropriately scandalised sound and then felt up Aziraphale's newly barred arms while Aziraphale dabbed delicately at Crowley's well-used hole.
"There." Aziraphale stood up, pulled his trousers and underwear back into place and then went into the kitchen to throw his messy shirt into the washing machine to deal with later.
When he returned, Crowley had sat up from her sprawl and was pulling her skirt back into place from where it'd bunched up around her waist.
"Tea?" Aziraphale asked. "I've just put the kettle on. I'll get some biscuits too. Worked up quite the appetite!" He let out an adorable chuckle, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink.
Crowley grinned. "Go on then."
Aziraphale started to walk away, but then he stopped, came back, and kissed Crowley on the mouth before bouncing away into the kitchen, a beaming smile on his face. Crowley watched him go fondly.
By the time Aziraphale returned, Crowley had found her bra and was just fastening it at the back.
Aziraphale bustled about with the tea tray while Crowley tugged her blouse from where it'd ended up down the side of the armchair and put it back on. Aziraphale settled down in the other armchair. He seemed so far away, almost like things had gone back to how they were before. Except Crowley had her blouse buttons done up all wrong, and Aziraphale was wearing no shirt at all. Not to mention, Crowley couldn't find her knickers. Plus, Aziraphale kept giving her adoring sidelong looks, not even trying to hide them like he usually did.
"I think I should get one of those mobile telephones that are all the rage," Aziraphale said conversationally.
Crowley raised an eyebrow.
"Just in case we need to call each other in an emergency," Aziraphale went on. "If I'm not at the bookshop."
"In case there's another maintenance and you want to get into my pants, you mean?"
Aziraphale frowned at her and then picked up his teacup. "Yes," he admitted, and then took a dainty sip of his tea. "It should be easier now that human communication and transport have improved so much. Even without our powers, we should be able to get to each other in no time."
"It's gonna be... what? Another three hundred years until the next one? Phones will probably be implanted in the ear by then and we'll all be travelling on hoverboards."
Aziraphale's nose crinkled up. "Gosh, I hope not. And hopefully we won't have to wait 300 years. Sometimes it happens more frequently than that."
"Yeah, it was only 100 years once."
"There we go then. The decades seem to fly by these days. The next maintenance will be upon us before we know it."
"Yeah," said Crowley, hoping their plan with the antichrist worked and the world wasn't destroyed.
They drank their tea and talked about everything and nothing.
"Good Heavens, look at the time," Aziraphale said, and his eyes went from the clock to the door.
Crowley's stomach sank. Did Aziraphale want her to leave? She'd hoped to stay until the maintenance was over at least. It was safe here. And maybe she'd hoped for another quickie. She couldn't believe Aziraphale was going to kick her out so soon after shagging her. Maybe Aziraphale needed time to think?
"Someone might see you leaving my cottage. We don't want the household to think there's a liaison happening between Nanny Ashtoreth and Brother Francis! Can you imagine the scandal? No, without our powers to make humans look the other way… Well. It might be best if you spend the night."
"Oh, yeah, good thinking," Crowley said, trying to sound nonchalant.
"And- And I'm sure you've had a long day. I know you're in the habit of sleeping. You're welcome to take the bed."
"Thanks. You must've had a long day too. Fancy a lie down?"
"Oh, yes, actually, now that you mention it."
They went into the bedroom and Aziraphale opened his chest of drawers.
"I have some spare nightshirts, though they'll be a little large on you."
"Don't worry about it, angel. I like to sleep naked."
Aziraphale looked up at her, his eyebrows raised. He smiled as he closed the drawer. "Well, in that case..." He started to unfasten his trousers.
Crowley got that quickie after all, and more besides.
The next morning Aziraphale made them marmalade on toast and a pot of coffee. The maintenance ended just as Crowley was finishing her second cup.
It felt good to have her powers back, to feel in control of the world around her again, even if it also meant they couldn't make out anymore.
With a bit of dark magic Crowley put her clothes back to rights, vanishing creases and mysterious stains, making it less obvious that she was wearing yesterday's outfit. She never did find her knickers, but she liked to imagine Aziraphale would find them one day, perhaps under the furniture, and get a kick out of it.
(In fact, Aziraphale found Crowley's knickers on the day he moved out of the cottage, hidden behind a pile of books on a shelf, and he smirked to himself as he packed them into his suitcase.)
Soon, Crowley was sauntering across the lawn, and when the maid opened the front door, Crowley casually mentioned that she'd been out for a morning stroll, using her demonic powers to make sure the maid wouldn't doubt her. All of the staff conveniently forgot that she had been absent at breakfast that morning, and she grinned to herself, knowing that no one but Aziraphale and herself knew where she'd spent last night.
Or, at least, so she thought. It hadn't occurred to Crowley to scan the windows of the house as she approached and therefore hadn't seen a small face with big eyes watching from a bedroom window.
7 years old Warlock had not only seen her leaving the cottage but had also seen her arrive there the night before.
"I knew it!" Warlock said to himself with a grin, and then, under his breath, just in case. "I bet they were snogging."
Knowing how grown-ups could be, Warlock never mentioned it to them, or to anyone else. But he did smile knowingly to himself whenever Nanny Ashtoreth and Brother Francis stopped to chat to each other in the house or the garden.
Aziraphale and Crowley longed for the next time they could be together as they had that night, hoping it would be closer to 100 years away than the usual 300. Little did they know that in only a few years - once they'd saved the world and were on their own side - they'd be able to have sex whenever, however, and as often they liked.
End
Author's Note:
The song Crowley sings to herself at the beginning is 'Neighborhood #3 - Power Out' by Arcade Fire.
I hope you enjoyed my story. Thank you for reading!