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One-Way Van Hire by shiphitsthefan
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
21 Jul 2019
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Aziraphale dips into the mousse again. “I suppose we could adjourn to the bookstore after we’re through here. I haven’t even checked the shelves yet!”
Crowley summons his best Aziraphale impression. “It’s all tickety-boo.”
“And then perhaps, afterward, you could provide a practical demonstration.”
I’m sorry, “What?”
He hums through another few bites of the mousse. “Of your Effort and how it, as you put it, ‘goes off,’” he says. “I’ve always been a visual learner when it comes to the physical senses.”
Crowley’s never been happier to have sunglasses in his life. “Are you asking me what I think you’re asking me?”
“I don’t know. What do you think I’m asking you?”
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Aziraphale has questions about Crowley's preferred Effort. The situation gets out of Crowley's hands quickly...and into Aziraphale's.
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For as much as Lucius loves seeing Izzy's eyes, he looks damn good in a black silk blindfold, matching knickers, and nothing else. The candlelight suits him, too, bathing winter-paled skin in a warm glow, even if the hundreds of little flames decorating the club's interior are just LED. If Pete's impatient grind against Lucius' leg can be trusted, his eyes glued to the pair on the dais, Pete thinks the same.
Lucius swats halfheartedly at Pete's cheek to get him to stop rubbing off on him, mostly hitting his mask. "I don't remember saying you could come on my trouser leg," he murmurs, rubbing his thumb over the spot he's struck as Pete pouts from his spot on the floor. "You going to be a good pet for us, or do I need to send you up there with Izzy?"
"Thought this was a reward, though."
"Yeah, for him. You're not nearly as fond of the idea of a good spank, though."
Pete turns his eyes back to the dais. "Might for Blackbeard," he admits, the back of his neck turning a lovely shade of pink.