The Human Thing – Chapter 2
As promised, here is chapter 2. Be aware, we're heading into E-rating territory.
The art was created by the fantastic @tanpopomugishu for the Winter Omens Reverse Mini Bang (Link to her post with the original artwork. 💜)
Chapter 2 of 3 (chapter 3 will be posted Friday)
Words: ~17k (that was my last count anyway)
Tags: Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Established Relationship, Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Snowball Fight, Snow, Explicit Sexual Content, Post-Canon, Massage, Dirty Talk, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Mild Power Play, Light Dom/sub, Top Aziraphale (Good Omens), Top Aziraphale/Bottom Crowley (Good Omens), Service Top Aziraphale (Good Omens), Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism
It’s winter and Aziraphale and Crowley are in Wales on their honeymoon. They get involved in a snow ball fight and things get a little out of hand. Once they make it back inside and try to warm up, things get even more out of hand.
Aziraphale has a plan he's setting in motion. He wants to do something for his husband and once he's set his mind on something he's not easily deterred – no matter how much Crowley protests (at first).
Excerpt (from this chapter)
Crowley pursed his lips and sauntered closer, hands somehow stuffed deep in his tiny pockets, and threw an unfazed gaze down past his nose at the tub when he was nearer. “Nope, definitely bigger.” Without moving his head, his gaze turned sharply sideways at Aziraphale. “Remind me, which one of us was so adamant that we shouldn’t use miracles on this holiday?”
“Honeymoon,” Aziraphale automatically corrected, turning back to the tub and Crowley - only Crowley was already moving around him again.
“A honeymoon’s a holiday, isn’t it?” A forearm came into view from behind and landed on Aziraphale’s shoulder, shortly followed by Crowley leaning in and resting his chin on it. Even through their clothes Aziraphale could feel that Crowley’s corporation was still colder than normal. But the demon was smirking, Aziraphale could feel that as well.
“But a special one! Which is exactly why I said ‘no’ to mira—” Aziraphale stopped himself and took a deep breath. “You’re teasing me.”
“Hmm,” Crowley agreed and leaned closer to kiss his cheek. “Fact remains that you are continuously on my case for using miracles—”
“For unnecessary things! I can tell you are wearing the same clothes as before, you know,” Aziraphale sniffed, pouting just a little. For dramatic effect. And to take the attention off of his own rule breaking. “You used another one to dry yourself, didn’t you?”
“You know how annoying it is to get out of wet clothes?! They cling to you like… like…” Crowley straightened, started pacing and gesticulating widely as he searched for an analogy to use. “Like it’s that scratchy bit of velcro and my skin’s the other one. But sticky. And cold.”
“If your clothes were less form-fitting—”
“Take it from someone who’s taken the occasional unplanned dive into random bodies of liquid: wouldn’t change much. And I have it on good authority that you like my tight, form-fitting clothes.” Crowley twirled around right in front of Aziraphale before sitting down on the edge of the tub. All elegant, sinfully sinuous movement, naturally. His form looked impossibly long and almost fluid, as if he had just poured himself all over the rim of the white bathtub, with his legs crossed at the ankle and straightened and his upper body leaning back while his hand was playfully gliding through the water. His head was tilted to the side, bending and stretching his neck - and quite by design beautifully displaying it - as the fiend looked up at Aziraphale with a twinkle in his eyes.
“I’m not falling for the distraction,” he said.
‘And who is the one attempting to distract here?’ Aziraphale thought exasperated. In an effort to, likewise, distract Crowley, he started arguing. “I’m not trying to—”
“So,” Crowley said pointedly, interrupting Aziraphale with a smirk, “how is this” - he tapped one long, paler-than-Aziraphale-liked-to-see index finger right next to his right buttock at the indeed noticeably larger tub - “a necessary miracle?”
Please check out the other stories written for the Winter Omens Reverse Mini Bang!
Thank you to the @gosummerbang (the artist formerly known as the gowinterbang 😁) for organizing this event. Again, thank you to @tanpopomugishu for the fantastic art. Thank you as well to the @whickberstreetwriters – as always – for being the fantastic place to hang out that it is and for all the love and support. And lastly, thank you to @angie-words for some phenomenal and speedy last-minute beta reading when I was seriously behind in my schedule and to @anatomic-girl for that last-moment vibe read of one particular scene.
