“But … why would you do that!?”
“To make you leave the table,” Crowley admits, inching closer, “get you away from him …” Crowley’s eyes shift, the dark, liquid amber of his serpent side crowding out the white as he peers at Aziraphale over the frames of his glasses “… get you alone.”
Aziraphale chuckles indignantly but he doesn’t look away. He can’t. “In the loo?”
“Yup.”
“You could have just said something, you know.”
Crowley shrugs - a bob of his shoulders with his fingers stuck in the tight pockets of his pants. “I know. But that’s not exactly my style, is it?”
“Well, now that you have me alone, what do you intend on doing with me?”
Crowley grins. That was apparently the question he’d been waiting for. “Everything he wanted to.” Crowley crowds Aziraphale against the wall, sinks his nose into the soft skin at the juncture of his angel’s neck. “I’m going to kiss everywhere he imagined kissing … touch everywhere he wanted to touch …”
“M-my dear …” Aziraphale squeaks as Crowley reaches for Aziraphale’s trousers, pops open the button with no effort whatsoever, “th-the humans …”
“They can't see us.”
“Then ... what do they see?”
“A leaky faucet,” Crowley explains, running the tip of his tongue up Aziraphale’s neck, “some barrier tape … an out of service sign.”
“So, you put this basin out of service …”
“... so that I could service you,” Crowley finishes.
- Table Salt and Seltzer
(So here’s an excerpt for a piece I was writing for a zine that dumped me. As soon as it’s done, I’ll get it up :D)
