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There was blood on Crowley's lip. 

If they were human, the red would've blended in easily with that of the stain painted across her soft mouth. But as it was, the demon blood was an ink drip from the small cut she had sustained in the riot, one that Aziraphale couldn’t help but admire as she finished patching up a small cut on her eyebrow. The demon in question sat silently in her spot on the counter as she worked, honeygold eyes half lidded as she placidly allowed the angel to clean her wounds, sunglasses abandoned in a small dish by the door.

The two were in Crowley’s apartment in the States, though why she had chosen Brooklyn, New York of all places Aziraphale couldn’t say. They hadn’t even been in the neighborhood to do their respective jobs, instead going to Manhattan for the night. A sudden riot had sparked and they had returned early, but victorious, with both jobs accomplished as a result of the commotion.

They didn’t know how long the riots had gone on for after they left, having not expected them to begin in the first place, but she expected the protesting it had sparked to continue. She had been inside the inn, speaking with its patrons delightedly, while Crowley had been outside doing God knows what, and suddenly there was pandemonium as police officers appeared and bodies surged out and onto the street in a massive crowd. Miraculously, Crowley hadn't gotten hurt aside from the cuts to her face, as the moment the injuries were inflicted Aziraphale had swooped in like the guardian angel she hadn't thought of herself as since the garden; knocking their assailant in the head with her fist before the two had made a swift exit. 

It wasn't the first time Aziraphale had had to rescue Crowley from an angry American, as the poor thing had a tendency to anger them, especially when inebriated. She would like to blame her perceived heroics on their Arrangement, but if she were to be honest with herself she would admit that her actions would likely be the same regardless. Crowley had come to her aid many times, it was only right that she return that kindness when it was needed.

"Angel? Did you get knocked in the head after all?" Crowley's voice interrupted her thoughts, the twang of an accent she had adapted to blend into the area still not something Aziraphale was entirely used to, but she was slowly coming to appreciate it.

She flushed with embarrassment when the interruption caused her to be struck with the realization that, rather than wiping away the blood, she had simply been staring at Crowley’s bottom lip. Shaking herself off, she stepped up so that she was standing in between the other’s knees, their proximity feeling almost like a fog encasing her.

"I'm going to wipe away your lipstick first," Aziraphale's voice was hushed as she reached to the side to pick up the cosmetic wipes that had suddenly found themselves there from her own vanity.

"Normally just miracle it away, " Crowley mumbled, but did nothing but jump slightly in surprise when Aziraphale gently took a hold of her chin to keep her in place as she worked.

She dropped her jaw slightly, allowing her mouth to fall open so that the angel would have better access to her lower lip, and the sight did not help Aziraphale at all with her distraction as she cleaned. She could just barely see the tip of a fang reflecting the low light of the single lamp they had turned on on their way in, and she tried desperately not to think about it.

"I don't want to take too many risks when using a heavenly miracle on you when you have an open wound, especially somewhere as delicate as this," the barely-formed excuse seemed to be good enough for Crowley, who gave the smallest nod that she could, being held in place as she was.

Aziraphale brought her other hand up to delicately begin swiping at her lips with the wipe, the red clinging to the skin stubbornly as it took multiple tries to finally remove it completely, and even then it left a stain. It would have been no surprise to learn that Crowley usually miracled the lipstick on as well, as infernal as the color seemed to be.

She tried to be as gentle as she could be over the cut itself, but still the wipe caused Crowley to flinch back and hiss softly in pain. The action had the unintended consequences of baring her fangs to Aziraphale, who froze for a brief moment upon seeing them. Her fangs were the very reason that she had been so hesitant and yet eager to clean the serpent’s mouth, though she would never risk admitting such a thing out loud.

Each time Aziraphale got even a glimpse of Crowley's fangs, a vivid image of them being used on her stuck itself into her mind that she could not be rid of for days after. She would be plagued by both by the images and the feelings they brought to the surface, as it was anything but fear that the fantasies inspired inside of her. She was particularly vulnerable on nights after it had been a significant amount of time since she had last seen Crowley, when their sides had kept them apart longer than usual and the worry and longing seemed sharper in the darkness.

Aziraphale couldn't recall when the fixation on Crowley’s mouth in particular had begun, only that with each flash of fang or errant tooth discovered on the floor of the bookshop it increased tenfold. She would tuck the moment away and sketch it in a notebook, so that she may recall it at a later date simply by finding the page, and thus the fantasy would expand; fueled by sketches and erotic literature she collected.

Of course Aziraphale had left all her materials at home in her bookshop, so the sketch would have to wait for now.

Setting aside the makeup wipe, Crowley graciously not commenting on the sudden lull in conversation, she now picked up a small towelette to more effectively clean off the blood. With each shuffle she made between Crowley’s spread legs the demon seemed to tense and relax, and both seemed to swallow nervously when she had to lean in even closer to get a proper look at the split in her lip to clean it.

The substance seemed to be even stickier than the lipstick, if that were even possible, taking more effort to wipe it away completely, and throughout the process Aziraphale tried to focus on the lip and not the fangs she knew were hidden behind them. As she worked, she could feel Crowley's eyes focused on her, pupils rounded in the dimness of the apartment in the late hour.

The blood finally cleared from her mouth, Aziraphale took a deep breath as she set down the rag now soiled with demon blood. She would have to destroy the towel now, as the only way to cleanse it completely would require holy water and she was rather quite sick of the stuff at the moment.

"I just have to heal it now, my dear," she looked down just as Crowley looked up, the two unexpectedly locking eyes, and Aziraphale had to move her hand from her chin to brace against her thin lower thigh where it sat atop the countertop.

"I trust you Angel," she reassured her, voice filled with a quiet earnestness that made Aziraphale's breath catch in her chest.

Breaking eye contact to train her eyes back on Crowley's mouth, she brought a hand up to all but caress along the underside of her jaw, thumb just barely tracing along the edges of the split. She could nearly watch the demon’s inner struggle to not melt into the contact as it played out, and it nearly broke her heart. Pressing her own lips together tightly to help herself focus, she brought her thumb over the cut and imagined it stitching itself back together and she slowly dragged the pad over the length of the broken skin.

She watched as the skin took her suggestion and healed itself, until all that was under her thumb was smooth skin with a hint at the outline of a fang just below. Aziraphale caught herself beginning to be lost in the feeling and began pulling away once she did so, but before she could retreat completely she was caught unexpectedly by the wrist.

"Looks like you got a bit hurt after all," Crowley used her grip on her wrist to turn her hand over and brushed gentle fingers against bruised knuckles.

"O-oh, " Aziraphale breathed out the word near silently, seeming to watch from underwater as the demon slowly brought her hand to her newly heated lips.

She felt it only faintly as the blood vessels in her hand mended themselves, the feeling of Crowley’s lips against her skin seeming to wash over her entirely, soft as the whispers they were speaking in and yet affecting her as if they were screaming. She was stone still in the gentle hold, barely cutting off her gasp when Crowley suddenly retreated and pressed harder, as if a wave against the shore. Bringing her hand to join the other in caressing the angel’s hand, she parted her lips to allow a fang to brush along Aziraphale’s knuckles, the feeling caused a squeak to sneak itself out of her throat.

Hearing the sound, the demon froze and retreated slightly to look up at her with surprised and dazed eyes. Aziraphale was frozen as well, her cheeks ruddy with embarrassment over how she had allowed the noise to escape from her so easily, and even more so over how the noise had caused the serpent to stop. Storm cloud eyes locked with amber, still blown wide in the darkness that seemed to cut their actions off from the rest of the world, and it was obvious that neither knew exactly what to do now, on this precipice of something different.

Slowly as if she were a horse prone to startle, Crowley brought her lips down once more on Aziraphale's knuckles, one hand gently holding her arm while the other gently held her palm. This time she brushed her lips only very briefly over the knuckles before opening her mouth and setting her teeth very gently around the edge of the knuckle bones where finger joint met hand. The angel barely managed to stay quiet this time, her lips pressed together until they were pale to halt any noise that threatened to escape.

Despite the ironclad hold she held on her mouth, Crowley still felt as she tensed and relaxed in succession with each small movement of her teeth, and it seemed to be all the encouragement she needed. As delicately as if she were handling spun gold, she turned Aziraphale’s hand over in her own and did the same actions to her palm. A whisper of a kiss, followed by a gentle brace of her fangs around the skin, maybe a nibble, the angel’s grip tightening their grip above her knee as her hand twitched in Crowley’s deceptively gentle hold.

From the palm she moved up to the wrist, and this time Aziraphale did let out a full gasp as the demon forewent the kiss entirely and instead dragged her fang gently across the veins of her wrist. She was bewildered by the rush of feeling it caused to rush throughout her, not understanding why a part of her corporation that technically served no purpose to her affected so many nerve endings. The sensation of it caused Aziraphale to shudder as her fingers on each hand began tingling almost pleasantly and her face flooded with heat.

Nothing she had ever imagined of Crowley using her mouth on her had prepared her for the feeling of it actually happening, for the near blissful feeling of teeth against her skin. Like pinpricks from lightning bolts, each brush of fang sent a shockwave of sensation through her body originating from the point of contact. Despite the fact she had only felt three such shocks so far, they had left her dizzy and disoriented in their wake; it almost gave her whiplash, going from hardly a glimpse to brushing gently against her skin.

Seeming to sense that Aziraphale was beginning to be overwhelmed, Crowley backed off slightly, pressing a brief kiss to the pad of each finger now as if asking forgiveness. She then began to kiss up her arm once more, beginning again with the palm and moving upwards, the kisses near reverent in how she placed each one with deliberate movements. It nearly brought tears to her eyes, as she couldn't help but see it almost akin to... worship, in a way.

It was a heady feeling, being worshiped akin to a god by a being who had fallen from grace.

Skipping over the sheer fabric of her sleeves, Crowley kept a hold on her hand and pulled her gently around until she was turned opposite of how she had begun. Her front to Aziraphale’s back, the serpent touched her as if she could shatter at any wrong turn, as she continued to hold one hand hostage and away from her. Crowley decided to take a chance to snake her arm around and press her palm flat against the angel’s sternum, encouraging her to lean back against her as she continued to kiss up her bare shoulder. 

"These have been tempting me all night..."

The whisper was almost a surprise, but Aziraphale remembered the look that Crowley had given her when they had first met for the night. She had never felt more closely watched in all her years working under heaven, as she had when the serpent had looked her slowly up and down in her white satin dress. It was an off the shoulder wrap, to which she had added a tartan ascot in an attempt to make it a bit more her. She had succeeded in this, but also apparently in drawing the other’s attention to her bare shoulders.

Aziraphale was nearly dizzy with the sudden and maddening realization that she could be a temptation for the demon in any way, something she had truly never expected. The lightheadedness was not at all helped by Crowley's lips continuing their journey over her shoulder and up her neck, stopping only just under the soft cloth of the ascot. She stayed in that spot, just breathing the angel in, for what felt like an eternity; nosing along the underside of the cloth, pressing little kisses along it and around the same area. Until eventually, the kisses slowed to a stop, and Aziraphale's breath caught when she felt Crowley's fangs tease against her skin again.

She chanced a look down at her friend, and saw that her pupils were still rounded, but now the yellow iris had taken over the sclera, and a snake's tongue flickered out to smell the air. When the demon was overwhelmed she tended to adopt some of the characteristics of her other form and Aziraphale couldn’t help but be charmed and flattered by them making an appearance now.

"Angel, you ssssmell ..." Crowley trailed off as she seemed to lean in impossibly closer, lips a whisper against the skin just at the edge of the ascot. She seemed helpless to stop herself at the moment, her every word now the barest brush against skin. 

"Like my very own forbidden fruit..." 

The whisper was so soft that Aziraphale wasn’t sure she was even meant to hear it, but before she could even hope to think about the implications of that Crowley struck. Darting forward, she took a mouthful of Aziraphale's skin and bit down firmly, sinking her teeth in just shy of breaking it and spilling blood. She should’ve expected herself to make noise when she finally got the thing she had been imagining for decades probably, but it was safe to say both were shocked when a genuine moan tore itself out of the angel's throat.

Just like that, the angel was tensing in the entirely wrong way, and in less than a second Crowley had gone from pressed against her back to two steps away from her and counting.

"You can stay here until it calms down outside. I have things to do, people to tempt. Until next time, angel."

Aziraphale tried to make herself call out to Crowley, to stop her from leaving so quickly but she was practically paralyzed as she watched her friend walk away, and with the click of the door shutting she found herself suddenly, bewilderingly alone and woefully unprepared to deal with the rouge adrenaline and hormones rushing through her. 

Eventually, she would be able to calm herself off the edge she had found herself on, making her way out of Crowley’s temporary abode and into her own a few blocks away. She would keep an eye out over the next few days, hoping to catch a glimpse of her friend, but that would be the last time she saw the demon until they were both back in their usual habitat and presentations.

Despite this, the feeling of Crowley's teeth on her neck will be one Aziraphale remembers for a long time, making her fantasy that much more real.

"Oh, angel, you shouldn't have."

Aziraphale turned from where she had been putting the finishing touches on her outfit, the bedroom cast in warm glows from the light of the sun setting outside the window. They had chosen this room in the cottage as theirs for that exact reason, and it was daily that they got to reap the rewards of that decision.

Aziraphale smiled besottedly when she finally faced Crowley, the light of the golden hour turning her short hair to a living flame on her head. Because she was allowed to now, she didn't stop her eyes from roaming to admire her demon's body, this being the first time they had both chosen to don a more feminine form in over half a century. In honor of the occasion, Crowley has appeared to have chosen an outfit that paid homage to that night, having slipped on a red mini aline dress over black leggings.

Aziraphale had done much the same, that no doubt being the reason Crowley's eyes had not left her neck since she had entered the room. Instead of the same tartan ascot that she had worn back then to complement the more modern off shoulder dress, Aziraphale had picked out a piece of jewelry she had picked up for just this kind of occasion.

The piece looked like a solid golden snake had made its home around her throat, its head nestled against the hollow of her throat. She could watch as Crowley's eyes traced the coils of the faux snake, her darling having all but abandoned wearing the glasses everywhere but in public. Because of this, Aziraphale was able to see the exact moment the serpent’s thoughts dipped into memories of that night.

Blown eyes went hooded as she began to saunter forward, slow movements joining with the golden light that filled the room to make her feel as if they were swimming in honey. Distracted by the syrupy feeling, Aziraphale didn't realize until it was too late that she was being backed into a reverse image of their positions from that night, Crowley coming so close she had no choice but to fall back until she was sitting on the bed with her darling stepping into the space between her spread knees. 

"Did you do this just for me ?" She purred as she gently took her hand in almost an exact copy of how she had done it years ago.

The sight affected the angel just as strongly now as it had then, Aziraphale's heart giving a skip in her chest, "One could argue that you had the same goal that I did, love."

"And what goal would that be, angel?" One sharp brow rose slowly, her smirk hidden against soft knuckles, "Because mine was anything but pure.... "

Aziraphale recognized those words for what they were, Crowley providing her a back door out of the situation even now. As touching as it was, her demon putting her comfort above all else even now, she rather thought that had been the point of dressing as they had. By putting on clothes that called back to that night, choosing a piece of jewelry that so plainly marked her as Crowley's, she was all but shouting that she was ready, eager even, to pick up where they had left off that night. If she were to be any more obvious she'd have to grip her by her thin shoulders and shout. " Please put your teeth in me! "

But she wasn't quite that desperate yet.

Letting her eyes fall half lidded and slip down to her darling’s parted lips, she gave her answer with a wistful sigh, "I only wish I had left that sinful red on your lips..."

Between one blink and the next, Crowley's mouth was suddenly painted with the same infernal lipstick Aziraphale had wiped off of her that night. She began leaving a trail of kisses up the angel's arm, the same one she had made before, this time leaving behind an army of red kisses in her wake. If then the actions had only felt akin to worship then there was no denying that that was exactly what these were, each one a deliberate, reverent choice made by Crowley.

Her trail began in much the same manner as last time, but it did not stay that way for long. Rather than stopping at the neck she continued upwards to kiss along Aziraphale's jaw and up to her mouth quickly painting it in a matching shade of red as she slid their lips together. She hummed in pleasure as she sunk into the slide of lips, the change obviously a welcome one. Bringing the hand Crowley wasn't currently holding captive away from them, she rested it on the other's lower back gently, palm a warm, solid weight. 

She brought a hand up to caress along Aziraphale's jaw opposite to where the red marks trailed along it, and the angel nearly melted right off the table with how it felt to be cradled so lovingly.  The kissing was a familiar comfort to them by now, they had spent a significant portion of the last month doing so after all, but like this it felt new. In these bodies that were shaped so different, these clothes that looked so different, it almost felt as if they had traveled in time somehow, that they were changing how that night had ended. 

Each brush together felt mind numbing as they slid together lips now tacky with Crowley's red lipstick, the color never rubbing off simply because she believed it wouldn't.

 Aziraphale by now probably  looked as if she were a wild animal, covered in the gore from her last hunt, with how the red color was streaked all over her mouth and smeared along various spots on her neck. She could hardly bring herself to care about any of the color that was doubtless staining her face when the serpent scraped a fang playfully against her tongue. The bright spot of pain caused her to break away with a gasp shared between the two of them, Crowley hardly letting her rest as she swiftly placed two kisses on each cheek, one on her forehead, and one along the shell of her ear. Nipping the sensitive skip playfully to enjoy how she jumped, she then began to make her way downwards along the angel’s body.

She came to a stop at the snake choker, nosing along the cool metal in a familiar way, "Is this for me, dove?"

"Crowley..." Aziraphale breathed out, but her lover gave her no quarter, and she whined softly as Crowley bit the skin right above where the head of the snake sat, soothing it with gentle lips right after.

"Shhh, don't worry, sweet thing," she murmured softly against pale, trembling skin, "I know you know exactly who you belong to now... "

"Yes," Aziraphale whimpered in agreement as Crowley traced her tongue along the underside of the metal snake, using the hand she still had on the angel's jaw to keep her trembling but still right where they both wanted her.

Coming to a stop where neck meets shoulder, the serpent traced a heart with her tongue in the spot she had bitten before, each line drawn along the skin lighting up like a brand. Sliding the hand holding her jaw back, she knotted thin fingers in the silk-spun hair at the base of Aziraphale's skull to better keep a hold of her and keep her still. She very nearly keened when she felt fangs begin gently tracing along the delicate skin of her throat, each point of contact a thread of electricity, and Crowley's resulting chuckle rumbled against her skin with how close she was. 

She felt her lip curl outward into a pout of its own accord, and Crowley was quick to soothe her however teasing she was about it, "Oh angel don't worry, when have I ever denied you anything you wanted?"

And just as the last time, before she could even begin to respond the serpent struck, sinking sharp fangs deep in her neck just shy of drawing heavenly blood. Aziraphale wailed in pleasure from the feeling, her hand fisting in the fabric of Crowley's dress as her head fell limply to the side to allow more access. The serpent immediately took advantage of the instinctive offering, unclasping the golden snake with a minor miracle and swiftly replacing it with a rapidly growing collar of red kisses instead.

"Crowley... I just put that necklace on... " Aziraphale practically panted the words out, unable to catch her breath under the siege of kisses she was being given. 

"Mmm, I only miracled it open ," the angel let out a surprised gasp at the feeling of cold fingers suddenly trailing across her lower back, Crowley having managed to sneak the zipper of the dress open while she had been distracted trying to make her protests.

Her fingers were thin icicles skating circles along her heated skin, the usual absence of heat that chilled the demon’s skin a godsend as the contrasting temperature only seemed to add to the rapidly expanding heat inside of her. It was obvious the other was enjoying the temperature imbalance of their skin as well, fingertips quickly turning to a whole palm slowly dragging down the length of her back and causing her to writhe from the bony legs of cold she could feel all the way between her ribs.

"Besides," she shivered at the feeling of words being mumbled into the skin of her neck, as a trail of kisses was made down her chest and between her breasts, "Did you expect to get anywhere with our clothes still on ?"

Crowley stared smugly up at Aziraphale from where she was nuzzling into her tits, smirk just barely visible buried amongst the warm, soft flesh. She had already left a few brief pecks in various places on her breasts, and the angel blushed from both the sight and her words, more flustered than she could ever remember being.

"W-well when you put it like that..." It just seemed like a waste, was all, but she would get plenty of chances to wear the lovely piece in the future she supposed.

Crowley chuckled as she saw the moment the angel finally relaxed, releasing Aziraphale's wrist and bringing both hands up to grip either side of the dress' zipper, "I've already rescheduled our reservation to tomorrow, my angel, so don't you worry about a thing."

With each word she seemed to drag the angel's dress lower and lower, exposing more and more of her ample cleavage to be marked by Crowley's eager lips and teeth. The lightest sensation of a clever tongue joined not long after, tracing along where gold scars appeared like whisps along pale skin, her angel’s markings manifesting themselves beautifully along her curves.

With how little she wore this form, Aziraphale had never realized before truly just how sensitive her breasts were, the area used only really for decoration up until this point.  Now she was reminded with each small nibble and kiss, the actions sending a spark of fuel to the inferno that only seemed to be burrowing deeper into her, beginning to gather together down in the area hidden between her legs.  

The arousal was something she had experienced before, though never with the knowledge that something would actually come of it. The knowledge of that, added to the combined overwhelming pleasure and heady mix of love and lust swirling in the air around them, was almost like a drug with how the feelings seemed to cause each moment to drag out. It was so much she couldn’t help but rock her hips forwards, just a little, the movement triggering a moan from below.

Without warning, Aziraphale's world reoriented itself, and she found herself looking up at Crowley from a much lower elevation. Her dress now laying across the back of a chair nearby and her underthings banished to who knows where, Aziraphale was now laying bare on the bed in front of the serpent, head resting gently amongst their pillows and blankets gathered about her. 

Even now, her sweet love was taking care of her.

The sight of her spread out could be likened to a sacrifice before their god, but gods had no place in this room that was only theirs.

"You know I always give you exactly what you want," the promise in her warm rumble of a voice made Aziraphale shiver in her nest of blankets. 

Crowley had the knowledge to back up that promise too, as the two had gotten together to discuss all the little fantasies they had buried over the course of their friendship, as well as what order they were going to go about in fulfilling them. 

Agreeing to start with shared first ones, then to alternate after, Aziraphale hadn’t been too surprised to find that a continuation of this particular night had been high on the list of shared fantasies. Revisiting the night with a better understanding of the other’s feelings had led to her realizing just how much her demon has held back from her over the years. All to protect her of course, but still the restraint was now fairly obvious, and as were the moments when she had given in slightly. That night, after the riots, had been one of those moments. Even the brush of fang against her hand had been an indulgence debated well beforehand it seemed, and every move after that a risk. It was no surprise the poor dear had retreated so quickly after being stopped, she was probably holding on by a thread.

But there was no reason to hold back anymore, and so Aziraphale laid herself out as if she were a feast for her love. 

"Why am I the only one so... exposed?" She gave a performative pout, looking pointedly at the dress Crowley still bore.

Just because she was giving the other what she wanted didn’t mean Aziraphale wouldn’t satisfy her own desires as well.

Letting out an amused chuckle, the serpent lifted the edge of the little red dress teasingly and crooned as her eyes were drawn to what she impossibly thought was a flash of pale skin, "As you wish, my angel."

The dress pulled over her head with one swift tug, and Aziraphale’s mouth parted in an inaudible gasp when it was revealed that Crowley’s black leggings were in fact not leggings at all, but a pair of sinful black stockings that ran all the way up her leg to stop at mid-thigh. Paired with a black lace thong, the straps pulled high on slender hips and held up by a lovely set of garters. The sight of how all the pieces worked together to frame her lover’s toned upper thighs made her salivate hungrily, and if they both hadn't made it plenty clear what direction the night was going in and where it would end, she might've suggested a change in position. 

But alas her own sampling was looking as if it were meant for another day.

From her lovely legs and toned stomach, Aziraphale's eyes wandered up past those sinful hips and to the palmful of breast tissue Crowley had given herself. Unlike her own, which were rather large and pink, Crowley’s nipples peaked in the middle of two perfectly round dark areola, each only about the size of a quarter. Though a modest size, she knew that should she cup the flesh it would fill her palm perfectly, and the thought was much more arousing than it probably should be.

By now, the light in the room was looking much closer to the night they were recreating, the single large window beginning to cast deep shadows as the skies ever darkened. She made no move to hide as she looked over how the shadows fell against her lover’s slender body, and a chanced glance upwards revealed that her temptress had not missed that fact, now giving her a fondly amused look as she very obviously appreciated her body.

"Is that better, love?" She hardly waited for an answer before she placed a knee on the bed between Aziraphale's thighs, swinging the other over so that she was straddling one thick leg as she leaned over her, bracing against the wall with both palms flat to the surface.

Somewhere that wasn’t here, dark wings spread out and over them, cocooning them in warmth and safeness as all the electric candles in the room switched on. The warm light didn’t banish the shadows complementing Crowley’s form, merely shifted them, and adding once again a warm tone to the room turned her skin golden and her hair molten where it flowed down her back.

The serpent’s eyes glowed a warm amber as she looked down at her, and she could feel her heart melt at the sight of the warm love that twined with the lust even now.

She reached a hand up to gently tug at red hair, nearly expecting it to burn with how the hair burned in the warm light, "Much."

Crowley swooped down to kiss her again but regrettably did not stay for long, skipping down to gather her breasts together and bury her face in them once again, causing Aziraphale to giggle as she nuzzled into them with a throaty purr. Before she was there for long she pulled back to slip one of the angel's pink nipples into her mouth unexpectedly, beginning to suck lightly.

She cried out of the unexpected pleasure of each pull of suction, instinctively spreading her legs wider where Crowley’s knee rested between them. The heat in her core was telling her to rock into the hard leg, and she couldn’t help but give in to it, the pressure both a relief and just another spark in the fire.

A serpentine tongue circled the pink bud inside the wet heat of her mouth, boney fingers coming up to pinch and pleasure the opposite side as well. Aziraphale’s legs tightened again to keep her firmly where she was, and she retaliated by grinding her thigh down hard where the angel had begun to soak her leg through her stocking without noticing.

" Oh !" She squeaked at both the feeling and the realization, causing the other to nearly snarl in satisfaction as she did it again.

The onslaught of feeling had her tightening the hand buried in Crowley’s hair, and she began to increase the suction on the nipple in her mouth in retaliation. That feeling combined deliciously with just the right pressure on the bud pinched between her thumb and forefinger, and Aziraphale  was driven wild by more of that irresistible roughness. 

Pulling off abused flesh with a wet pop, her temptress blew cool air over her nipple to watch it pebble up as the angel let out a soft noise.

"Tell me if I'm too rough," Crowley looked down to make deliberate eye contact with her, and that was all the warning Aziraphale got before teeth were sinking into the skin just around her areola.

Her bucking hips nearly sent Crowley off of her with how she jumped from the feeling of it. The cry she let out had her sweetheart looking up at her with dazed eyes that looked like black holes swimming in gold, the white all but vanished at this point in the heat of their arousal. The sight brought feelings of fondness and lust in nearly equal measures, and she flexed her hand in flame-bright hair with a shudder. 

The lust must have had even more of an effect on her beloved as it had her, Crowley quickly shuddering and mimicking on the second nipple all that she had inflicted upon the first. Soon both were flushed and throbbing, the indent of demonic fangs completing the picture quite nicely, and the sight of them was nearly obscene with how perfect the claim looked. Aziraphale moaned directly from the sight and feelings, but the serpent didn't stop there, taking her nips and kisses farther downwards now to the softness of the angel's stomach and hopefully beyond.

Somewhere far away, the memory of the shame she had felt over her form tried to rise to the surface, but it no longer had enough strength to truly do any damage to her, not anymore. 

Nearly as soon as they had truly begun their relationship, Crowley had set to the task of proving to Aziraphale just how much the angel’s body tempted and delighted her. By now, she had thoroughly convinced the angel of how she felt, and that nobody else's opinion was really worth caring about anyway. It was an uphill battle some days, but  it was getting easier and easier to ignore that ever shrinking voice as her love descended onto her, especially as the thin fingers gripping thick thighs felt like they belonged there.

As she made her way down, a split tongue swirled around her belly button and blew air gently over it, before a kiss was smacked to it messily, and it caused a shiver and giggle from the competing feelings of the sticky lipstick and cooling saliva.

The demon pressed scattered bites and kisses to the plush skin of the angel’s stomach, the lipstick leaving clear prints even now, as her hands began to massage and knead at shaking thighs. Wanting to be thorough but not wanting to linger too long when she knew she was dragging her heels as is, Crowley pressed one last kiss to the sensitive skin creasing where her stomach met her pelvis, before pulling away nearly completely. 

Having expected for her to move on and straight to that hidden place at the apex of her thighs, the place she knew they both wanted her so badly, Aziraphale was surprised when the demon instead took a hold of her leg. Gently cradling her foot in both hands, she placed small kisses first on the top of the foot, and then the back of her shin, making her way upwards steadily.

"W- what are you doiNG!" She asked bewilderedly, question turning strangled when Crowley licked wetly over the sensitive space at the back of her knee.

"Enjoying myself, clearly," She chuckled as she set both of Aziraphale’s legs over her shoulders, turning her attention now to the opposite leg as she continued making her claiming marks up the inside of the angel's thigh.

The bites were accompanied by a series of squeaks and sighs that Crowley seemed to immensely enjoy pulling from her, and they fueled the marks left on her body, causing them to  multiply rapidly until she could look down at Aziraphale and be satisfied with her work. By the time they reached that point she was flushed and panting, hips shifting restlessly as the heat that had previously been smoldering slowly had turned unbearably molten between her legs. Seeing this, the serpent leaned forward to teasingly nose at her pubic mound, nuzzling into pale curls that smelled of sweat and arousal and effort oh so deliciously.

"Please, Crowley," Aziraphale whimpered, even the feeling of the shifting hairs too much on her overly sensitive skin.

"Patience is a virtue," The demon replied teasingly, dragging fingers back and forth across heated skin lightly, adding the slightest bit of claws and enjoying the way it caused the muscles underneath to twitch helplessly.

"I'd say we've both been patient enough , wouldn't you?" Aziraphale couldn’t help the whine in her voice, reduced to begging now, hands fisting in the blankets around her head in her search for something to hold onto.

"Poor thing..." sharp fangs brushing her pubic mound had her nearly bucking up into Crowley's face, but the strong grip on her thighs firmly kept her hips flush against the bed.

Having now almost gotten her nose broken by the other's desperation, the demon decided to have mercy on her poor love, slipping her hands up to keep the angel's hips firmly in place as she pressed a wet kiss directly on top of her clit, barely peeking out of its hood.  Aziraphale caught her breath at the feeling of those clever lips around the bundle of nerves, only to release it in a wail as the kiss was followed immediately by a long drag of her tongue from taint back up and over her opening. The warmth of the firm muscle, combined with the drool she could feel slowly making its way down between her cheeks and lower, made her clench around nothing and whine low in her throat.

Crowley took the noise as a sign to begin exploring the angel's cunt with her tongue, her hands tightening their hold on soft skin to near bruising as her movements became even stronger, a hand being shoved hurriedly from beside her head and into the demon’s hair, yanking painfullly as she tried to grind up into the infernal tongue toying with her nerve endings. The pain only seemed to egg Crowley on, however, making her moan wretchedly into the angel’s heat and begin messily circling her clit, pussy throbbing under her ministrations.

It was no surprise to Aziraphale that this was a demon's tongue with how it was setting fire to her blood with every brush against plump lips, pink and swollen from her unyielding arousal. She was rocking her hips with the rhythm being set, the tongue seeming to only grow faster with every circuit it made around the bundle of nerves. She thought that she was as high as she could go until Crowley took it a step farther and began writing words against her clit, earnestly spelling sweet nothings against the soaked folds. 

By now the demon's face was dripping, covered from nose to chin in Aziraphale's juices, and she pulled back from her work both to give her love some reprieve and taste around her mouth in a savage way that regardless set the angel's blood on fire in her veins.

"In me, please, Crowley," she gasped, far past the point now of feeling self-conscious of what she was asking for.

Something that Crowley seemed to appreciate, if the way she growled hungrily and dove back down between her spread legs was any indication. Aziraphale was reminded of just how much control they had over their corporations as the tongue she had been begging for was finally shoved deep into her cunt. Though the thickness of a human tongue, the extra length and shape of the muscle were no surprise, what with her love being a snake. She had seen her serpent’s tongue just tonight and had been brought very close to orgasm by it already, but she had never expected to feel it quite like this. 

" Crowley !" 

She was lost immediately to the movement of the tongue, every shift and bend made seeming to send her to new heights of pleasure. Aziraphale had never before felt anything inside of her like this, this feeling of fullness she almost didn’t know what to do with, making her shake and writhe. She wasn't used to experiencing a female means of pleasure over her usual male form, but as someone who seemed to shift with the seasons, the serpent knew exactly what she could do to drive the impossible feeling inside burn even brighter.

The tongue inside her bent up at just the right angle and she saw stars, grinding down hard on the face below her and groaning when the tip of her nose flicked over her clit gently. When she saw how the accidental brush made her jump as if startled by the pleasure, the bud finally jutting fully from under the clitoral hood, Crowley made a point to brush it in time with every movement of her tongue. It was a combination of that, in the end, and the tips of that tongue tracing her walls deep inside of her that sent her fluttering over the edge, her orgasm a bright thing in her mind.

Aziraphale clenched down and milked the feeling, trying to prolong it as much as she could, this amazing, impossible electricity that was filling her. She couldn’t help but arch her back, head thrown back and hips hitching repeatedly as she came down from her peak slowly.

A sharp pain dragging over her hipbone caused her to look down and unclench her thighs in shock as she realized she was crushing Crowley between them. She gasped as she saw the poor dear red-faced, lipstick smeared, and sweating; hips shifting desperately against the bed in a misguided search for relief.

"Mmm, wh'd y' stop ang’l?" the words stumbled out dazedly, and she realized with shock that the daze wasn’t from being crushed between her thighs, at least not in a negative way.

"Did you... enjoy me smothering you like that?" Aziraphale knew by now the demon enjoyed her body but she certainly didn't expect something like this.

"Enjoy it? Fuck angel if I had known eating you out meant you crushing me with your thighs I would've done it ages ago!" Crowley shook her head and leaned her sweat-slick forehead against one of the angel's trembling legs, " Did I like it , hell’s sake, I nearly came just from that!"

Hearing that, Aziraphale's heart thumped in her chest as she spread her legs just the slightest bit wider, " Inside me please."

Though she had used nearly the exact same words before, Crowley could tell the difference now in what she was begging for, eyes sinking to focus on where the wetness bloomed like a flower meant to entice. 

Crawling up the bed until she was once again hovering over Aziraphale, hitching thick thighs higher up on her hips, she leaned in to press their lips together once, twice, before pressing trembling lips to the shell of her ear. Her mouth was finally clean from the lipstick but the stain that was left behind had left her lips red as anything, and it seemed to make the hot breaths against her skin all the hotter.

"Are you sure?" She practically breathed the question out on a shaky exhale, and the angel responded by bringing a soft palm to rest on her stomach, slowly sneaking down the stretch of toned skin.

It wasn’t how they had originally agreed upon ending the night, but it was far from the first time Aziraphale had gotten too greedy to allow her demon to cum anywhere else but inside of her. Though this would be the first time she would do so in her cunt rather than her arse, the thought of that exquisite warmth filling her was too enticing to be passed up.

" Please ... "

She slid her fingers under the lace and sure as anything, Crowley (amazing, accommodating, adaptable Crowley) had manifested a cock to satisfy her, perfect and flushed dark with blood, a hint of precum beading at its tip. 

Aziraphale eagerly wrapped confident fingers around it, thick with blood and throbbing in her hand, and her darling let out a full body shudder above her as she pumped the heated flesh slowly to make sure she was fully hard. Though it seemed there was no real need to do so,  as she was rocking her hips forward hard enough for her cockhead to just barely brush once against the angel’s clit, both letting out twin cries from the feeling. In the end she couldn’t help releasing the cock to come up and grip at tensing shoulders as the thrusting continued slowly and shakily, every hint of pleasure seeming to amplify between them.

"Oh, my dearest," she groaned as the demon changed the angle of her thrust slightly to slip inside of her with a noise that would’ve been disquieting in any other context. 

The feeling of being filled like this was maddening in its intensity, in how it seemed so much bigger than her tongue, in how it seemed to be taking her over completely. She could feel her love in her entire body, the stretch of her opening around the thick shaft so delicious that she couldn’t help but make a noise not unlike that she made when sampling a particularly delightful confection. Recognition of the similarity causes Crowley to groan helplessly, rocking forward into her cunt much harder than she had intended, the wet noise it made only seeming to drive them that much higher.

" Fuck !" Aziraphale shouted at the feeling, not entirely in pain, hooking her ankles together around the demon's back to keep her as close as possible as she began dragging herself out of the wet warmth trying to suck her in. 

Crowley moaned softly, staring up at the angel with reverence in her amber eyes as she pumped her hips firmly down, bottoming out inside of her once again. The satisfaction on her face was no surprise as she continued to rock in and out in a slowly increasing rhythm, her dearest knowing by now exactly how it was she liked to fuck and be fucked. Aziraphale moaned appreciatively from her effort, arching into the thrusts and clenching tightly whenever she felt her cock buried inside of her completely.

In that place beyond places, another set of much lighter wings slipped into existence, and the two energies twined together once again as the hint of feathers slotted together like fingers. Both shivered from the added layer of pleasure the actions brought.

Racing towards the edge as they were, the peak getting brighter as it got closer, it was no real surprise when Aziraphale tipped over with a few breathy cries of relief. This was somehow even brighter and sharper, and if she didn’t know better she’d think she had actually burst into light and blinded them both in her ecstasy. The pleasure rose and fell like the tide as Crowley followed not long after from the feeling of her coming apart around her, and just as she knew it would be, the feeling of her love spilling inside her was as wonderful as ever.

The two prolonged their pleasure for as long as possible, movements slowing gradually, until collapsing together in a sweaty heap of slick skin and blankets. 

"Well... I would say... that was... a rousing success?" Crowley mused aloud, causing the angel to giggle sleepily where her head was laying limply amongst their mountain of pillows.

As her lover sat up Aziraphale stayed laying down, as exhausted as she ever got after they made love, but whining as she gently pulled her softening cock out of the angel’s sore hole. Shushing her amusedly, she miracled their usual warm water and towel beside her, the serpent leaning back for a moment to admire her handiwork and not disappointed by what she saw.

"Look at you , dove..."

Aziraphale was covered in red kisses quite literally from head to toe; one on the middle of her forehead, one on the top of her foot, and a treasure map of them all down her body in between. All the marks seemed to be placed so as to draw the eye to the centerpiece, the angel's messy pussy, overflowing with Crowley’s semen in sticky globs trailing down between her legs.

"You look absolutely gorgeous, and all mine ," Crowley purred, even as she dipped the soft towel in the warm water and gently set to the task of cleaning out the angel's oversensitive pussy.

After cleaning that, she got another towel to begin gently wiping away each of the lipstick marks, the make up impossibly coming off with only soap and water because she believed it would. As she was doing so, she realized Aziraphale was whining softly in protest of her work and chuckled softly, not stopping her delicate movements.

"It stains, remember? You still have your marks, dove, don't worry."

Pacified, she settled down to let Crowley clean her without complaint, even humming contently from the combined warmth of the water with the soothing movements of the towel. Once done, she waved away the dirty water and towels and climbed under the blanket to join her angel, curling up so they were facing each other. Using the angel's breasts as a luxurious pillow, she curled one long arm around the other's middle with a content sigh.

"I love you angel," Crowley mumbled as she drifted off, and Aziraphale sighed happily in return, blissfully basking in the love they always felt in their little corner of paradise.

"I love you too, my dear.” Curled together, sated and happy, the two slipped off into a blissful sleep.