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mad_madam_m) wrote2019-12-05 09:10 pm
mad_madam_m) wrote2019-12-05 09:10 pm
Entry tags:
Good Omens Fic - Locked Together
Title: Locked Together
Fandom: Good Omens
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Word count: 6596
Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Established relationship, bottom!Aziraphale, top!Crowley, locking, fluff, porn with feelings
Excerpt:
Crowley was nervous.
Well, Aziraphale supposed he didn't actually know Crowley was nervous, but the demon had been fidgety ever since he'd walked into the bookshop. He'd been ambling through the shelves, picking books up and leafing through them before putting them down again, poking at the little curios Aziraphale had sitting around, and muttering under his breath. It should not have been terribly distracting—Aziraphale had long ago learned to tune out minor disruptions of that sort—but Crowley was so very good at being distracting.
After another five minutes of this nonsense, Aziraphale set aside the book he'd been perusing and addressed it directly. "Crowley, what on earth is going on?"
Crowley startled and jerked his hand away from the statue he'd been prodding. "Huh? What makes you think something's going on?"
Aziraphale sighed. "Because you haven't stopped moving for more than twenty seconds since you got to the shop, and that usually means you have something on your mind. What is it?"
Read it on AO3!
Fandom: Good Omens
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Word count: 6596
Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Established relationship, bottom!Aziraphale, top!Crowley, locking, fluff, porn with feelings
Excerpt:
Crowley was nervous.
Well, Aziraphale supposed he didn't actually know Crowley was nervous, but the demon had been fidgety ever since he'd walked into the bookshop. He'd been ambling through the shelves, picking books up and leafing through them before putting them down again, poking at the little curios Aziraphale had sitting around, and muttering under his breath. It should not have been terribly distracting—Aziraphale had long ago learned to tune out minor disruptions of that sort—but Crowley was so very good at being distracting.
After another five minutes of this nonsense, Aziraphale set aside the book he'd been perusing and addressed it directly. "Crowley, what on earth is going on?"
Crowley startled and jerked his hand away from the statue he'd been prodding. "Huh? What makes you think something's going on?"
Aziraphale sighed. "Because you haven't stopped moving for more than twenty seconds since you got to the shop, and that usually means you have something on your mind. What is it?"
Read it on AO3!