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Title: Chastity's a Hard Sell
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Good Omens
Rating: G
Pairings: Aziraphale/Crowley preslash
Genre: Fluff
Disclaimer: I do not own Good Omens and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: An angel and a demon have a talk about lust.
AN: Written for my Trope Bingo table for the prompt 'Virginfic'.
“Do you ever wonder what the fusssssssss is all about?”
An angel and a demon are sitting together on a park bench, watching two men fight over a girl. From one plane of existence, it’s hard to tell the difference between them – they’re both beautiful and terrible, with great wings arching up from their backs – but in the plane we’re interested in, they couldn’t have been more different. The angel looks like an angel, albeit rather more middle-aged than Hallmark’s usual design. He has blond hair and blue eyes and an expression of perpetual mildness.
The demon, the one who had spoken, is dark and angular and he wear sunglasses in all weathers to hide his yellow eyes. He also has a habit of hissing when he’s upset, and a tongue that’s forked whenever he forgets to hide it.
The angel, whose name is Aziraphale, shrugs awkwardly at the question. In the plane we’re not concerned with, this is a significantly more awkward gesture thanks to the presence of two extra – and infinitely larger – limbs.
“It’s not really my area, my dear,” he says. “Lust is…well. Angels don’t, as a rule. It’s frowned upon.”
The demon, whose name is currently Crowley, remembers rather more about being an angel than he’d like to admit and already knows this, but he nods anyway. “I mean, now that we’ve been on earth for ssssssssssuch a long time,” he says.
Aziraphale ponders this for a moment. He likes to give conversations with Crowley a good deal of thought – not just because he respects the demon (which he does, but isn’t supposed to) but also because he never knows when what he says might be used against him.
The woman being fought over gets up and leaves the two men fighting. On her way across the grass, she pulls her mobile (one of Crowley’s better ideas) out of her pocket and begins to text, ignoring the shouts of those she left behind, and walking past the angel and the demon as if they’re not there. The men get up and scurry after her, also ignoring the angel and the demon, who sit in silence and watch them pass.
“Not really,” Aziraphale says when they’ve gone.
Crowley hums. “Me neither,” he replies.
Aziraphale can’t help but look mildly surprised, and in that plane we’re still not worrying about, his wings jerk slightly with the emotion. “Really?” he asks. “I would have thought –“
“Lust’s a sin, so a demon must be acquainted with it?”
It does sound rather unangelic when put like that, not to mention quite embarrassingly terrible. Aziraphale starts to apologise, but Crowley waves him off. Demons as a whole are rather thick skinned, and he likes Aziraphale well enough not to make a fuss. After all, he’d like to forget that he was once an angel as well.
“Ex-angel,” he says. “It’s not really part of my make-up.” He flares his wings in that plane we’re really not concerning ourselves with at all, and brushes his feathers up against Aziraphale’s. It makes both of them shiver, and not just because of the subtle reminder of The Fall (which they’re both, absolutely, never bringing up). “Doesn’t mean I can’t use it to my advantage, though. In, er, tempting.”
He carefully doesn’t look in Aziraphale’s direction.
“Quite,” the angel replies. He smiles faintly, and he pats the demon’s hand. “I always did think that chastity was the hardest virtue to sell.” He stands, arches his back until it cracks, and turns back to the demon. “The reservation’s at seven,” he says. “Shall we go?”
Crowley looks up at him. And for all his insistence that he doesn’t lust, Aziraphale thinks that he sees something rather similar in his eyes in the moment before his sunglasses are pushed back up.
“Of course, Angel.”
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Good Omens
Rating: G
Pairings: Aziraphale/Crowley preslash
Genre: Fluff
Disclaimer: I do not own Good Omens and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: An angel and a demon have a talk about lust.
AN: Written for my Trope Bingo table for the prompt 'Virginfic'.
“Do you ever wonder what the fusssssssss is all about?”
An angel and a demon are sitting together on a park bench, watching two men fight over a girl. From one plane of existence, it’s hard to tell the difference between them – they’re both beautiful and terrible, with great wings arching up from their backs – but in the plane we’re interested in, they couldn’t have been more different. The angel looks like an angel, albeit rather more middle-aged than Hallmark’s usual design. He has blond hair and blue eyes and an expression of perpetual mildness.
The demon, the one who had spoken, is dark and angular and he wear sunglasses in all weathers to hide his yellow eyes. He also has a habit of hissing when he’s upset, and a tongue that’s forked whenever he forgets to hide it.
The angel, whose name is Aziraphale, shrugs awkwardly at the question. In the plane we’re not concerned with, this is a significantly more awkward gesture thanks to the presence of two extra – and infinitely larger – limbs.
“It’s not really my area, my dear,” he says. “Lust is…well. Angels don’t, as a rule. It’s frowned upon.”
The demon, whose name is currently Crowley, remembers rather more about being an angel than he’d like to admit and already knows this, but he nods anyway. “I mean, now that we’ve been on earth for ssssssssssuch a long time,” he says.
Aziraphale ponders this for a moment. He likes to give conversations with Crowley a good deal of thought – not just because he respects the demon (which he does, but isn’t supposed to) but also because he never knows when what he says might be used against him.
The woman being fought over gets up and leaves the two men fighting. On her way across the grass, she pulls her mobile (one of Crowley’s better ideas) out of her pocket and begins to text, ignoring the shouts of those she left behind, and walking past the angel and the demon as if they’re not there. The men get up and scurry after her, also ignoring the angel and the demon, who sit in silence and watch them pass.
“Not really,” Aziraphale says when they’ve gone.
Crowley hums. “Me neither,” he replies.
Aziraphale can’t help but look mildly surprised, and in that plane we’re still not worrying about, his wings jerk slightly with the emotion. “Really?” he asks. “I would have thought –“
“Lust’s a sin, so a demon must be acquainted with it?”
It does sound rather unangelic when put like that, not to mention quite embarrassingly terrible. Aziraphale starts to apologise, but Crowley waves him off. Demons as a whole are rather thick skinned, and he likes Aziraphale well enough not to make a fuss. After all, he’d like to forget that he was once an angel as well.
“Ex-angel,” he says. “It’s not really part of my make-up.” He flares his wings in that plane we’re really not concerning ourselves with at all, and brushes his feathers up against Aziraphale’s. It makes both of them shiver, and not just because of the subtle reminder of The Fall (which they’re both, absolutely, never bringing up). “Doesn’t mean I can’t use it to my advantage, though. In, er, tempting.”
He carefully doesn’t look in Aziraphale’s direction.
“Quite,” the angel replies. He smiles faintly, and he pats the demon’s hand. “I always did think that chastity was the hardest virtue to sell.” He stands, arches his back until it cracks, and turns back to the demon. “The reservation’s at seven,” he says. “Shall we go?”
Crowley looks up at him. And for all his insistence that he doesn’t lust, Aziraphale thinks that he sees something rather similar in his eyes in the moment before his sunglasses are pushed back up.
“Of course, Angel.”
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Date: 2014-05-30 07:21 pm (UTC)From:Let's not call it lust, let's call it another l-word with 4 letters. ;)
Though it does make sense, that it's not part of their make-up. Also funny is how they again agreed on something without agreeing. ^^
Chastity is hard to sell, and lust tempts well. Two sides of the same coin... ;)
Love the mentions of the "other" plane.
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Date: 2014-05-30 08:35 pm (UTC)From:I'm a big believer in their ace-romantic relationship. They're just perfect for one another. (Part of the ineffable plan, maybe?) Although I've always thought that Crowley would be the one to notice it first. Hence him bringing the subject up in this.
Glad you liked it! (This fandom is so much fun, seriously. And look! Shameless fluff with a happy-ish ending! It can happen!)
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Date: 2014-06-01 11:12 pm (UTC)From:I think both of them know on some level already. ^^ After all they ARE angels, no free will, etc. Right?
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Date: 2014-06-01 11:53 pm (UTC)From:ex-angels doesn't mean that they know what's Planned for them, but I do think that they figure it out. It just takes some adjusting to.I like the idea that they're part of the Plan. They do definitely act like it <3
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Date: 2014-05-30 10:52 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2014-05-30 10:56 pm (UTC)From:Glad you like it!