The Human Thing – Chapter 3
Final chapter – just in time for the weekend. This chapter is still very much E-rated.
The art was created by the fantastic @tanpopomugishu for the Winter Omens Reverse Mini Bang (Link to her post with the original artwork. 💜)
Chapter 3 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 snowball 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.
Their night is not quite done – definitely not if you ask Crowley, who has decided that it's his turn now.
Excerpt (from this chapter)
With Crowley gone from the room - and his attention no more entirely taken up by the demon’s beautiful form - Aziraphale could move again and he quickly continued drying off. “What’s in the living room?” he asked carefully, loud enough that Crowley would hear him through the open doors.
“Me, obviously.” Crowley shouted back.
“Obviously,” Aziraphale mumbled with an eye roll. Shrugging into the robe, he hardly even felt how warm and fluffy it was; his mind was too preoccupied. “You’re planning something, aren’t you?”
“Am I?” The low vibration of a demonic miracle flowed over him like waves. Waves that had their point of origin somewhere in the living room.
“Crowley!” he called out, impatient. While Aziraphale liked the idea of surprises, he also liked to know what was coming.
Another tingle, and suddenly he heard the deep rumble of Crowley’s laugh right by his ear. As if the demon had translocated himself back to the bathroom but when Aziraphale turned, he only saw the tub - which was suddenly free of water, clean and dry. Just like the floor. And the laugh moved with him.
“Suppose you’ll have come here and see for yourself,” Crowley’s disembodied voice whispered, wondrously throaty but sweetly mellifluous; an aphrodisiac administered by sound waves. The voice of the original tempter.
Before he’d even finished belting the robe, he was already moving, no temptation necessary to make him follow. He went willingly. Had fallen for this creature millennia ago.
The living room was dark except for the golden shine of the fireplace. The sofa was empty, and no tuft of red hair peeked out over the backrest of one of the soft chairs turned to the fireplace.
“Crowley?”
Another melodious, tender laugh that felt like a caress over his cheek, along his spine. “Down here.” It came from the fireplace.
Please check out the other stories written for the Winter Omens Reverse Mini Bang!
So this is it! Once more 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 (take it as an early present, dear 🥰).
