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A celebration of the birth of Adam Young
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And one final gift to all of you from a secret author who wishes to remain anonymous...

Title: Change
Rating: PG-13, perhaps? (mostly for concepts)
Summary: A/C. Yet another drunken interlude. Odd concepts, intriguing thoughts, and romance.
Author's Notes: Um. A couple of key phrases accosted me, and demanded that I use them in a story. (Can you pick them both out? ) I seem to have a penchant for drunken dialogue; this is an exercise in Mostly Dialogue, with only minimalist scene-setting.

"What kind of music was that, earlier?"

"What kind of music was what?"

"That music you were dancing to."

"Demons don't dance."

"Well, *you* do. You have hips like a snake."

"Snakes don't have hips, angel."

Aziraphale scowled in a way that said clearly, [Be off, annoying demon!]

Demons rarely get the message, so Crowley instead moved in closer and linked their arms as they made their way through St. James Park. "Would you believe it's called 'Apocalypso'?"

One eyebrow of the angelic scowl lifted, changing the meaning to, [What do you take me for? I wasn't born yesterday.]

"No! Really! Latest thing. It's a sort of … goth music with a calypso beat. Cheery music with depressing lyrics."

"I thought that was called ska?"

"This is more recent, more edgy. In fact, it's one of my better ideas this decade. I feel a commendation coming on." Crowley grinned over his sunglasses. Aziraphale rolled his eyes.

"Crowley, this conversation is verging upon being in desperate need of wine. Or something."

"Or something?" There was a hint of a tone in the demon's voice that made the angel's superfluous breath catch. He caught the yellow eyes out of the corner of his own blue ones, and agreed, "Or something," with a coy smile.

********

In this case, the "or something" had begun with Napoleon Brandy (bottled for Napoleon himself), worked its way through a single malt Scotch from a little distillery that had been closed for over a hundred years, took a brief detour into banana daiquiris, and had now settled companionably with a bottle of Dom Perignon 1996. The angel and the demon had also settled companionably, lounging in Crowley's, well, lounge. They were seated upon his immaculate carpet, one elbow each propped upon his white leather sofa, looking at each other with distinctly unfocused eyes.

"The point," the demon slurred, "the point, point, THE point is, change."

"Change?" The angel was annunciating carefully, but the effect was rather ruined by the sight of his eyes moving independently of each other.

"Ngh. Dun' do that! Makin' me dizzy. Yeah, change. I'm changed, you're changed, we've changed."

"Very nice declension, my dear. But what do you think has changed?"

"Good and Evil. Not sides. Just thing, oren-, orien-, thing. Thing …"

"Can you be any more obscure, dearest?"

"Angels an' demons. Disasters of Bibbical proportions. Cats and dogs living together …" He gestured broadly.

"Um?"

"Right, right, so, demons can't touch holy things, right?"

Aziraphale began to nod but thought better of it. He frowned as he refocused his eyes, and muttered, "Right?"

"And angels are holy, right?"

"By def'nition, dear boy, of course."

"Then how come I'm not inconveniently discorpabobbled? Or maybe even dead-dead?"

"Eh?"

"Gimme your hand."

"What?"

Crowley looked put-upon. "Hand. Your hand. Thing with fingers. Hand." He held out his own hand, waiting.

With tipsy apprehension, Aziraphale reached out and slipped his hand into Crowley's.

"There. See? I can feel your aura, but it doesn't burn me. Now, c'm'ere." Crowley leaned forward, snagged Aziraphale's collar in his free hand, and kissed the angel on the lips. Said lips hesitated but a moment before enthusiastically joining in. After several minutes, they moved apart – but only far enough apart to talk.

"See?" whispered the demon, "'M still here. Shoulda burned my mouth off."

Aziraphale smiled languidly, cupping Crowley's cheek with the hand not entwined with the demon's. "So, you're saying my kisses are hot stuff, then?"

Crowley giggled a little, a sure sign that he was very drunk indeed. "Hot, yeah. Also holy, angel. Holy kisses. Holy hot stuff, that's you."

The angel smiled, pleased with the rare compliment. His eyes became steadier as a dark thought crossed his mind. "Have my kisses ever burned you, my dear?

"No, no, no. That's the point. Acclim-, acclima-, got used to you. Since the Garden. Like humans and their allergy shots. Burn, then itch, then tingle for a while. Now just nice."

"Nice? I don't make you tingle anymore?"

Crowley rolled his eyes. "Different kind of tingle, angel. Better."

"So, if you're reacting less to my holiness, does that mean you're less demonic?"

"Ngh." Crowley pulled Aziraphale to him, trying to obliterate that thought with another kiss. It almost worked.

When they re-surfaced, Aziraphale continued, "So something is happening. We're not as far apart as we once were."

Crowley shot him a look that was easy to read as, [Idiot angel!], and kissed the tip of the angel's nose.

"Now, I know I haven't Fallen. So I must conclude that you're less demonic. Wouldn't you agree?"

Crowley shuddered in Aziraphale's arms. "Dangerous talk."

"Ineffable, perhaps." Their embrace coiled tighter. One of them, they weren't sure which, had produced blankets and pillows.

"Dangerous. Right, let's assume I'm less demonic, for whusname sake. Argument's. How's that work?"

"Well," said Aziraphale, his words neatly fitting into the spaces between the kisses he was raining on the demon's face and neck, "Intersection of our auras. Proximity. Affection. Friendship. Years of drunken conversation."

"And frequent application of the Enema of Holiness?"

"Crowley!"

The demon smiled as innocently as a demon can manage. Which is to say, not so much.

Aziraphale chuckled deep in his throat. He caught and held Crowley's gaze with his own, smoldering for a brief eternity, before replying, "I'm quite sure it's equally effective when taken orally …"

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elanor_two From: elanor_two Date: May 2nd, 2006 05:45 am (UTC) (Link)
"Hot, yeah. Also holy, angel. Holy kisses. Holy hot stuff, that's you." *loves*


& can I guess that "And frequent application of the Enema of Holiness?" was one of those lines that wouldn't leave? :)
From: antichristmas Date: May 2nd, 2006 02:20 pm (UTC) (Link)
Glad you liked it!

Yes, that was one of the two phrases that assaulted me. ;-]
ladyshadowphyre From: ladyshadowphyre Date: May 2nd, 2006 08:15 am (UTC) (Link)
O.O

.....

...My brain just stuttered, stalled, and ground to a rattling halt.

............

...But it's got a curiously smug and sated smile.
From: antichristmas Date: May 2nd, 2006 02:21 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, good. That's exactly the reaction I was hoping for. Thank you!
ladyshadowphyre From: ladyshadowphyre Date: May 2nd, 2006 02:38 pm (UTC) (Link)
...You're welcome? ^_^;;;
apple_pi From: apple_pi Date: May 2nd, 2006 09:02 am (UTC) (Link)
YUM. Silly and fun and yummy, perfect mid-morning treat. Thank you!
From: antichristmas Date: May 2nd, 2006 02:22 pm (UTC) (Link)
8-D

Glad you enjoyed it!
pure_trance From: pure_trance Date: May 2nd, 2006 10:24 am (UTC) (Link)
Definately a nice treat to read before bed :)
From: antichristmas Date: May 2nd, 2006 02:24 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! "Treat" is such a nice word to bestow. 8-D
mangy_mongrel From: mangy_mongrel Date: May 2nd, 2006 10:45 am (UTC) (Link)
Enema of Holiness! XD Taken orally!

You realise that actually this implies that they have had it going on for quite some time now? XD Or at least, if a short period of time, very frequently?

And which one was the buggerer. XD

I think I can safely say that my brain-crack quota for the day has been over-filled.
From: antichristmas Date: May 2nd, 2006 02:29 pm (UTC) (Link)
Enema of Holiness! XD Taken orally!

You realise that actually this implies that they have had it going on for quite some time now? XD Or at least, if a short period of time, very frequently?


Oh, established and</> enthusiastic, I think ...

And which one was the buggerer. XD

I'm sure they have a great deal of fun sharing and trading about positions. But since we've established that Aziraphale hasn't fallen (so much as gone native), the discussion is centering around changes due to, er, demon smiting. ;-]

I think I can safely say that my brain-crack quota for the day has been over-filled.

I'll take that as a compliment, shall I? Thank you.
htebazytook From: htebazytook Date: May 3rd, 2006 04:14 am (UTC) (Link)
Okay, okay, I'm sorry, but your icon is kind of brilliant XD
From: antichristmas Date: May 2nd, 2006 02:32 pm (UTC) (Link)
And one final gift to all of you from a secret author who wishes to remain anonymous...

Oooh, did I say that? Maybe I did, it was late at night ... Ah, well, I suspect that people can work out who wrote this one, anyway -- mathematically if by no other means. ;-]
From: violet_wine Date: May 2nd, 2006 10:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
*giggleblush* Oh...oh that's wonderful...and naughty!
From: antichristmas Date: May 3rd, 2006 06:33 pm (UTC) (Link)
To paraphrase one of my favourite GO authors (waves at Vulgarweed):

"Hello, demon here! Naughtiness is in the job description!"

;-]
From: violet_wine Date: May 3rd, 2006 08:10 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ah, but it doesn't surprise me when Cro-kun is naughty. It does, however, when Azi is a bit sexy or whatnot.
From: antichristmas Date: May 4th, 2006 02:56 am (UTC) (Link)
True enough. But whereas Cro-kun is normally a naughty fellow, I think Azi-chan likes to push his demon a bit off-balance once in a while -- and how better than to be something quite different than the usual demure, prudish bookseller?

Besides, they're both tiddly, cut him some slack. ;-]
From: antichristmas Date: May 3rd, 2006 07:18 pm (UTC) (Link)
Um. :looks shamefaced: Sorry, forgot to say thank you. Mea culpa.

Thank you for your kind giggleblush, you made my day. ;-]
sheerpoetry From: sheerpoetry Date: October 18th, 2008 06:48 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ooh--LOVE it!

I seriously think this should've been in the book...maybe this is where there last alcohol-accompanied conversation led....
sheerpoetry From: sheerpoetry Date: October 18th, 2008 06:48 pm (UTC) (Link)
*"their," obviously.
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