Buck Moon - Backdated to July 5th

[serpentinthegarden]

First one to make a comment about my new 'rack' will be labeled unoriginal.

[Crowley tilted his head at the screen, feeling the odd weight of the new set of antlers resting on his head. ]

What is this Midsummer Night's Dream? Should I strike a pose?

[Whether he should or not he did! And with an appropriately 'garden' type backdrop and sank into a soliloquy.]



I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight.

[He snorted a laugh before holding up his hand upon which two different rings were battling it out for a place on his finger. An inexpensive black ring with a single white diamond sat beside a more expensive looking black ring encircled by white diamonds.]

Bizarre and damned annoying monster transformations aside I actually have one of those odd married persons questions. You have the wedding ring and the engagement ring... do you wear both? Pick one? I feel like I should set the first one aside, in a jewelry box or something, but it's kinda special. Not that the other one isn't! But the wedding ring hasn't been magically blessed like the smaller one. Opinions, go.

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[serpentinthegarden]

[ His brow arched at the suspicious phrasing, 'Just come,' Really angel! ]

On my way.

[ Crowley arrived about ten minutes later, the time needed to leisurely stroll from Main Street to the Tiki Oasis. Though it occurred to him after he arrived that he wasn't sure where to go after that, so he wandered around through the bazaar looking for clues. ]

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[blessedarethebookmakers]

[really what? He has no idea what that devilishly arched brow may be implying. Not that he could dare look.

After a moment a pearlescent bubble containing a single white feather will come find him, brushing him on the cheek as tenderly as a lover. Then it will lead him and his impressive rack to place known strangely as the Tower of Adventure, but inside there are suites instead of daring traps or risky escapes.

The bubble will pop in front of one near the top floor and the feather will become a silver key that drops into his hand.

On opening the door he'll find a sitting room at first, with a fire going in the grate, dressed in blacks and reds and smooth jazz playing softly in the air.

The bedroom door is open letting out a stream of warm light. Do you dare go in?]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ The Tower of Adventure was given another one of those scandalous eyebrows but he crab walked his way through the doorway and followed that tempting feather right on up to where it deposited him. His new rack was momentarily forgotten, leaving him briefly wedged in the doorway, but he managed to wriggle his way free.

With the silver key in hand the door behind him was pushed closed... and latched. With the warm light drawing him to the next room some how he figured they wouldn't want to be disturbed. ]

Aziraphale? You left your glow on.

[ Crowley slipped up to the bedroom door and peeked inside like it was absolutely a forbidden act. ]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[he startled at the sight of the demon and gripped the deep black coverlet, that spangled here and there with stars, that he lay on. His face felt like it was on fire and somehow he tried to think of something to say.

He didn't know why he was so nervous. Crowley had certainly seen him in less. True rarely so blatantly...blatant as white lace lingerie and black silk stockings with a white garter belt about the thigh. There was a note tucked in that garter belt, the contents of which he didn't dare think about. Beside the bed was some wine, cooling in ice, just in case either of them needed to whet their throats.

He cleared his own and shifted his legs a little, the silk of the stockings tickling against his nerves, and he said, voice unexpectedly throaty:]

G-good evening...

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Now there was a sight that needed to be taken in with devilish eyes keen for every detail. His voice was deep and filled with allure as he took a step into the room... ]

Good evening~

[ Then his rack got caught in the doorframe, forcing his retreat and quickly crab-danced reentry. Damn door! He acted cool like nothing had just happened as he paced around the bed with his eyes refocused on the blushing prize laid out for him on the coverlet. ]

Mmm... You always did look good in white.

[ Head tilt as his eyes ran over those legs. ]

Black too apparently.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[Crowley's brief struggle breaks the spell a bit and he chuckles, relaxes, shifts his legs just a little more as he watches Crowley's face. There is an almost predatory bite to the air and it's invigorating]

And you look good in both as well. Black and white-- [at the latter he flexes his wing, stroking the feathers across the bed suggestively as if he'd like to have a demon underneath it]

Only, the garter is a little tight, dear. [a pouting frown]

Do you think you can manage to take it off? [and, more importantly, read the note that had been so pleasingly stashed there]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ It being mentioned his eyes were immediately drawn to the too tight garter and only then did he notice the slip of paper which with so much to take in had gone by unseen at first. ]

Is it? Can't have that can we...

[ Crowley drifted to the edge of the bed and snuggled up close to those sultry legs where his hand could glide up the length of one before settling on the offending garment. ]

You seem to have a treasure map stuck in here. I don't doubt that is why it's so very tight. Hang on I'll see if I can't work it free.

[ His fingers tickled their way under the lace of the garter as he leaned in to press a kiss upon the skin just under the elastic. With the warmest of charmed smirks the note was collected with his teeth leaving one hand free to tease and toy with the sexy band like it was so very difficult to remove. ]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Hmm! [that wicked hand! That his leg pressed into it of its own accord was a testament to Crowley's power. He flushed as the 'map' was mentioned]

Oh-- oh it's nothing of the sort. Probably unimportant. [since he was having second thoughts. Of whether it was silly. On it was a simple request. Or command. Something Crowley might laugh at. It merely said 'take me all the way', which he hoped to G-- to someone he didn't have to explain.

He was driven a bit to distraction by the kiss, hot against the silk which made him squirm a bit and even more as those fingers tantalized his skin]

You teasing thing! You're doing this on purpose! [and he took a grip on an antler and gave it an experimental tug]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Crowley's hand stilled as he read the note, taking a very long and thoughtful look at the words scrawled across the page. Aziraphale had such an elegant writing style even if this particular note seemed to have been slightly rushed as the words held a strong lean towards the right which was uncommon in the usually fussy angel's very refined writing style.

Take me all the way.

There was part of his mind that wandered to that far off place, wondering just where Aziraphale wanted to go... but he could ask after they had finished here. The angel wasn't about to do any traveling with his demonic hand tangled in his garter or with the bratty thing pulling on his temporary head gear. The antlers were very firmly attached and his head was obliged to follow wherever they were tugged to. ]

Those are very much attached you know!

[ His fingers wriggled until the lace, drawing the garter slowly down to the knee. ]

You aren't in a hurry are you? You have gone to all this trouble...

[ Crowley set the note down on the side table and leaned back to once again kiss that exposed thigh. ]

It would be too terrible even to me, not to take the time to enjoy it.

[ His voice dripping of innocent honey. ]

Now if that's teasing...

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[he tried to read Crowley's expression as he read the note. Tried to figure out what he thought about it. Thought he saw confusion and huffed a little in consternation. The demon had better not make him explain!]

Did it mmh! hurt? [he hadn't meant to hurt him but oh those wiggling fingers were distracted. He pouted and squirmed a bit then gasped at those lips, wings fluttering.]

O...h.... I suppose...you should take your time. As much as you need...

[serpentinthegarden]

Hurt?

[ Puzzled he stopped in his teasings to look up into those concerned eyes. ]

Oh the antlers, nahhh, it's not like having some one run up and pull your hair. It's just a bit of pressure, there's no pain in it.

[ The garter was snapped against Aziraphale's leg as if he had fumbled the elastic but the wicked smile hinted at the truth, that he had done that on purpose. ]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Good. [a smirk. He had plans.

But then a yelp at the snap.

He pouted at Crowley and thwapped him lightly with a wing]

Mean thing. I ought to turn over.

[serpentinthegarden]

[ The yelp, the whack of a wing, it made him feel like the absolutely most wicked thing in the room. Aziraphale really knew how to treat a demon. ]

If you think that would save you.

[ His head tilted so he could take in that curve of hip and break evil character just a bit to massage the snapped garter away. ]

I like your other side too.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[it was very difficult to maintain a pout with that look directed at him. Still he did his best and only fluffed a little at the massage.]

And what would you do with it if you had it.

[serpentinthegarden]

Well...

[ His fingers abandoned the garter once it had been loosened past the knee and trailed their way up to the hem of those very attractive stockings, giving it an experimental pluck. ]

I'd have to start the other way 'round, wouldn't I?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[Another huff that was certainly a huff and not a quiet rush of breath at the heat of those fingers and the teasing way they drew over silk.]

It's just like you to start from the wrong way round.

[he gave Crowley a look from under his lashes]

Very well, I warned you.

[he shifted onto his other side. Out of pure coincidence, the edge of one of his wings glided softly along Crowley's jaw]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ The feathers brushing his cheek were purely an accidental touch and not anything meant to encourage his deviant behavior... so he decided to be surprising! The angel was expecting some truly evil act, Crowley flipped that on it's head by snuggling into Aziraphale's back and lovingly kissing the shoulder he nuzzled into. That wasn't the worst of it! The worst was when he whispered three forbidden words. ]

I love you.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[of course he expected it! What else would he expect? He was practically begg-- braced for it!

He hummed at the cuddle, waiting for he knew not what but then!]

Oh! [the words flowed through him, warm as wine, and his wings fluffed everywhere. He knew just what Crowley was doing but he knew also the demon meant it and he couldn't help but feel absolutely floored by it.]

Fiend! Wicked creature. [he twisted in his arms and kissed him thoroughly. And then again. And then a third time, diving his fingers through that lovely red hair.]

You are doing this on purpose. [he nuzzled a leg between two thinner ones]

I love you too.

[serpentinthegarden]

Every bit of it!

[ It was all done on purpose. Each kiss he stole, every sweep of those fingers through his hair, the way his own hands slithered over white lace to touch the skin beneath. It was all done with one very exact purpose in mind. ]

You're a funny angel, taking all this time to get dressed in your finest lace.

[ His legs parted, sending a thrill through him as Aziraphale drew closer. It was such a dangerous touch that he glided as close into it as he could. ]

Is this the honeymoon? If it is... we're both far too well dressed.

[ Crowley found a length of ribbon to tease loose from its bow, though whatever bit of garment that might free would be a surprise to him. He could only feel the laces not see what they were attached to. ]

Aren't we supposed to throw caution to the wind, strip down to nothing, and find some abandoned beach to christen?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[he did pout for real this time, even as he felt the bow holding the little garter strap came undone. The stocking rode down a little while the lace rode up.]

The first time-- our first time-- has to be special. [he put his fingers to Crowley's lips.] I know that it's not really but-- I prepared all this-- to surprise you and... well... do you like it? Do you-- want to unwrap me? [that was what he was planning on but...]

We have so much time to be daring and innovative and get sand in awkward places but just now... can we have this moment? Just as it is?

[serpentinthegarden]

[ He kissed the finger trying to shush him and squirmed past it to kiss the pout as well. ]

I've grown to love your surprises.

[ As the angel had taken his teasing much too much to heart little kiss shaped rewards were visited upon him from shoulder neck as Crowley spoke between each one. ]

Each...

[ Kiss ]

And every...

[ Smooch ]

One of them... And do you want to know a secret?

[ He snuck in to nibble on an ear. ]

I've been unwrapping you with my eyes since I arrived.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Really? [his wings fluffed but he was also surprised and warmed. It always seemed to catch him by surprise when he always seemed to be exactly what Crowley wanted.]

Ohhh... [he shifted and hummed under those kisses, moving closer to him restlessly. A soft moan escaped him at the teeth against his ear.]

Then now it's time for your hands... [he took one of those hands and pressed it against his bare thigh, letting out a shaky breath] And your teeth and your tongue and every part of you. Explore me. Enjoy me. Take me. Crowley.

I want to be covered in your sweet darkness.

[serpentinthegarden]

I'd love to angel...

[ His nibbling teeth worked their way from the lobe to the tender start of Aziraphale's jaw while the requested hands moved to... erm, moved... Crowley tugged his hand but found it only pulled on the inciting outfit Aziraphale wore. ]

But I think my ring is trapped in your lace.

[ He hissed a small curse. ]

Shit... Do you mind a creative solution?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

I don't know... I rather like you being attached to me. [he teased the hair at the back of Crowley's neck with his fingertips]

Will I enjoy this solution?

[serpentinthegarden]

I was already attached to you. That's what the rings meant... I just didn't know that would mean physically as well.

[ He gave up in his struggling to free his hand thinking doing anything more was just entangling them further. ]

Whether or not you will like it depends on how fond of this outfit you are.