sauntered_downward: (Default)
𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖞 ([personal profile] sauntered_downward) wrote2019-07-20 05:17 pm

for [personal profile] salutosinedelectat

Follows this.

They couldn't just teleport themselves there. Any miracles, demonic or otherwise, would attract too much attention. No, Crowley was actually going to have to sit there, plugging their information into an online search engine, and do it all manually. Fluctuating airline prices were demonic work, and right now a trip to Japan was over six thousand pounds more expensive than if he had bought it three days earlier, which was totally outrageous. Crowley didn't know a lot about money except what it made men do to each other, he'd never had to. But now, making money appear out of nothing could turn the wrong eye on them if he wasn't careful.

Luckily, he had quite a few credit cards that never needed paying or had a limit on them. They would work in a pinch for a moment like this. He didn't know if that sort of perk-of-being-a-demon could ever be taken away from him, but he hoped not.

The flight itself was a long one, and Crowley settled himself in for it by making sure they were flying at least first class. That way they could see everyone coming at them and have a few glasses of wine on the journey.

"I don't think they know about these passports," Crowley says. "They might, but I doubt it. I had them made back during the last World War, just kept them in good condition."

The second World War was something that Crowley took responsibility for, but he hated every moment of it, and what his side did to make it worse made him sick. He was more than prepared to hide away if he needed to when things went wrong back then. And, at the time, he had also created a passport for Aziraphale, in case he wanted to come along. No other reason for that, he told himself.
salutosinedelectat: (Default)

pls dont cry, crowley, he will be very concerned

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2019-09-26 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
The feeling of Crowley's hands on his body, his lips against his skin, everything else - that wasn't something he'd really thought about much, if one was entirely honest. Physical demonstrations of affection weren't something that alien in concept, as they had certainly spent enough time among mortals and he's read his fair share of romance novels, but none of that really prepared him for the feeling of the real thing. Where it's more than just the touch. Than just the kisses, just the breaths.

He pulls in a breath as he feels the hand against his skin, over his backside, on the back of his thigh, feeling himself hold that breath the closer his hand gets. He spreads his legs slightly in response, arms around Crowley's neck, nosing gently at his face and pressing little kisses on his lips.
salutosinedelectat: (Default)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2019-09-26 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Sweetness and care and nerves and wanting-- well, that one probably shouldn't be included, but it's rather difficult to think so when they're wrapped together in much more than an embrace.

At the feeling of Crowley's finger, he shudders and quietly gasps against his lips, hunching his shoulders up slightly, holding him tighter. A lot of it is nerves, eagerness, the novelty of it all, and who he's with. He's tense, but that's by nature, really.
salutosinedelectat: (Default)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2019-09-28 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
It's all so much at once, before he knows it, even though there's ways to go. The feeling of Crowley inside him, the taste of him, the want, the need, the lust, oh. If he's already feeling like this, he can only wonder what's to come.

He holds the demon as close as he can, any sounds that dare escape him muffled by their kisses. His thoughts, his emotions, bright but edgeless, swirl all around each other, taking in what Crowley offers, crashing in gently like waves on a shore. He's not used to wanting, not in this way. Longing, pinning, that was all there for a long time, but he never quite thought he'd get here.
salutosinedelectat: (Default)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2019-09-28 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
In all truth, the whole situation is entirely unnecessary. The preparation, the effort, it's not really natural to their constitutions to begin with. Which serves only to amplify its meaning, the emotions it invoques, the pleasure it creatures, physical or otherwise. They've always done a lot of incredibly unnecessary things. And they'll keep on doing them, because that's where happiness and feeling lie.

The angel tilts his head back slightly, moving along with the demon. The words make him pull in a breath and grip his fingers wherever they lay on Crowley's back and his shoulders. This might become his favorite part of their story: intertwined in an intimate embrace, pure and burning and bright, declaring their love against all that would dare destroy it, out there outside the silence.

He turns his head to meet him again, pressing his lips to Crowley's jaw, cheekbone, wherever he can reach hopefully forgiven for the moments when he can't help but to shudder, and whispers back, with just a bit of a contained struggle and bated breath.

"I love you too."
salutosinedelectat: (Default)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2019-09-29 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
The angel pulls in his breath in a gasp, arching his shoulders and holding Crowley tighter, closer. For all that this is, he's still somewhat reserved in his movements, his sounds, biting his lip, shaking with the effort of trying to keep mostly still. But his mind moves differently, reaching and pulling and swimming, almost dancing, almost music, taking in all the emotions and wordless thoughts Crowley can give him.

A quiet, needy sound, and he pulls on him. Opens his eyes just barely, meeting Crowley's, beckoning him.
salutosinedelectat: (Default)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2019-09-30 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
It isn't fair, no, when he is already in the verge of being overwhelmed, not by the act, but everything else that comes with it. A temptation is hardly necessary, but it piles up with all else, makes him shudder, makes his thoughts vibrate.

He does want, and it's almost too much. He beckons and reaches, and, clearly, is not about the push back against the temptation. Physically, he arches, and the mutters his name.

"Crowley--"
salutosinedelectat: (Default)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2019-09-30 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
For as much Love as there is in Aziraphale's heart, has been, by virtue of what he is, there's a special place in it reserved only, forever only, for Crowley. No one else can fit, no one else can claim it, and the angel keeps it dearly and close.

He lets his thoughts envelop the demon, wrap themselves around him, unclear and vibrant and colorful, mixing together, fading the edges. Stay here, with him, he offers, he asks.

Another quiet sound, a groan, his hands gripping on the back of Crowley's shoulders. If he could pull him any closer, he would. He's almost afraid he can't let go.
salutosinedelectat: (Default)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2019-09-30 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
Aziraphale shudders when Crowley pulls his hand away, shifting and smoothly moving along with the demon, pulling his legs up against his sides.

His head is spinning, racing as it is, holding onto their shared thoughts, the emotions, a dance no one else can see. No one else gets to see. A little bit of selfishness they're more than deserving to hold onto, just between them.

Breathless, he still ducks his head to press his lips on the crook of Crowley's neck. Once, twice, brushing them against his skin. I love you, I've loved you, I trust you, I want you is as much as he can make clear, as much as he wants to let him know.
salutosinedelectat: (Default)

Fwoosh

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2019-09-30 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
They'll always have this. No matter what happens, if anything happens, they'll have this, they will have had each other, they will pfrwvwr have the love they share. Nobody, not even God Herself, can take that away from them.

The angel arches up against against him, head tilted back in a moan he doesn't get to silence, feeling Crowley push inside him. Bodies entertained, souls dancing, the sheer love and joy and want from the demon so pure all the same, and this is where Aziraphale forgets. This is where the world ceases to be anything but this. And he has no intention of letting go.

Love, pure love, and he wants Crowley to feel it. Passion, longing, all the things he held back because he was afraid. Because he didn't think they could be. How much he loves him, how much he trusts him, how much he needs him. How much Crowley does truly mean to him.

And with a gentle rustle against the bed they're on, the angel's pristine white wings spread out from his back, at first stretching out, before flexing into a half curl.
salutosinedelectat: (Default)

ah, the typos/misspellings of a phone tag at 2 in the morning, I'm so classy

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2019-09-30 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
He sees the wings, Crowley's wings, as black as night, beautiful even in the dim light. But maybe he's biased, because everything about the demon feels beautiful, worthy of every bit of love, appreciation, adoration.

Feathers brushing together, bodies warm and pressed close, the feeling of Crowley inside him, and he closes his eyes again, tilts his head back, lets whatever tension and ideas of air to keep just gradually crumble, letting himself freely fall into the pleasure and passion they share.

He moans and curls his wings inward, solely around Crowley, like a protective barrier, a soft selfish shield, but free enough to move in. He curls his toes, thighs pressed against the demon's sides, hands on his back, keeping him close, keeping him his.
salutosinedelectat: Wings, calm (Look.)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2019-10-01 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
He knows Crowley would do anything. Crowley has always done everything, even when the angel didn't expect it. Even when, by all accounts, he shouldn't have. When he should have stayed away, when they were enemies, when the angel pushed him away. Always, he always came back. He was always there when the angel allowed him to be, kept his distance when the angel asked or demanded it. Always helped. Always listened. Always came back. Always understood. Always cared.

The angel groans quietly in their kiss, oh, he wants more, more of those, so many chances, to much time to make up for, and, hopefully, so much time ahead to enjoy.

He moves his hands away from Crowley's back, moving his arms along with his touch, intertwining their fingers, thighs pressing against Crowley's sides, feeling their bodies move together, wings brushing against Crowley's body and his dark wings, and he's lost, he's lost and he never wants to find the way back.
Edited (actually, icon) 2019-10-01 22:48 (UTC)
salutosinedelectat: (Default)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2019-10-03 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Would have they have been lovers? Would they have been friends? Would they have been close, or would they have never even met? Billions and billions of angels, it would be naive to believe they all knew each other, specially those lower in the castes. But to question what never was and can never come to be is as foolish as asking questions of silent mouths, though natural as it might be. Even for two creatures who've wrapped themselves in them, one that has lived with them for almost as long as they have existed, and another one that always tried their hardest to ignore their blatant presence.

He feels the honest truth in Crowley's words, pure devotion made simple, more of what the angel had always pretended wasn't there, but now free, and it breathes life into him in a way he didn't know was possible.

Another movement of Crowley's hips and he arches under him, shuddering and gripping the demon's hands tightly, pulling in a gasp, hearing the music swell in his mind. Can Crowley hear it? It's not a song, but he shares it all the same.
salutosinedelectat: (Default)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2019-10-04 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
Too many things stood between them, too many lies from their respective origins, along with the ones the angel told himself. Not that he ever dreamed about something like this. How could he have ever suspected this was a possibility? So it caught him by surprise, entirely, yes, but he has quite made the decision that it won't be the last time it happens.

With bated breaths, he tilts his head to the side and pulls one of Crowley's hands closer to him, pressing his lips softly against the back of his fingers. So many gestures at their disposal. So many ways to confess time and time again. So many ways to show that he's finally here.

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-10-04 00:25 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-10-04 00:40 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-10-05 20:31 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-10-06 00:30 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-10-06 01:51 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-10-06 02:25 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-10-08 15:59 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-10-11 00:27 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-10-13 01:01 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-10-13 23:31 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-10-15 11:04 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-10-19 02:42 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-10-21 23:42 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-10-23 20:36 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-10-23 21:23 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-10-23 21:47 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-10-23 21:58 (UTC) - Expand

ugly cackle

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-10-23 22:29 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-10-23 23:16 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-10-24 14:11 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-10-26 23:27 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-10-26 23:40 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-10-26 23:52 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-11-01 02:06 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-11-05 00:18 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-11-09 18:32 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-11-13 01:24 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-11-13 01:38 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-11-13 01:45 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-11-13 02:00 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-11-13 21:09 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-11-19 22:02 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-11-20 22:28 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-11-29 13:13 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-12-10 20:59 (UTC) - Expand

lmfao the videos bit

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-12-26 02:08 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2019-12-27 00:22 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2020-01-01 22:14 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2020-01-05 19:43 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2020-01-12 01:54 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2020-01-12 02:20 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2020-01-12 04:07 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat - 2020-01-12 16:02 (UTC) - Expand