First Ineffable time, romantic TARDIS, cheeky Doctor
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Chapter V: Do not disturb- Our first time. Our first time. Crowley's first time with me. My first time… ever. -
That's the only constant thought in Aziraphale's mind, as he wanders with Crowley, hand in hand.
- Six thousand bloody years of pining and then… within a little more than one week I've jumped from first kiss to first time of making love with my precious, amazing, unique angel. I guess I really have to thank the Doctor, after all. - the demon ponders, before Aziraphale squeezes his hands a bit more.
"What's wrong, angel?" he turns to him, concern in his eyes.
There's no need to wear his dark glasses and his angel has already made a point about how he loves seeing his big, golden snake eyes.
"Nothing couldn't possibly be wrong, dear, here, with you." he beams. "I was just wondering, it's been several minutes we've been walking. Where are we exactly going?"
"I have no idea, this stupid thing is full of stupid corridors, but I didn't manage to see a stupid room yet… wooah!" Crowley stops what he's saying when his foot stumbles in a hole that previously wasn't there.
He ungracefully falls on the floor, grumbling.
"Are you okay, dear?" Aziraphale rushes to him, squatting down to be at the same eyes level.
"Oh c'mon, you saw it, tell me you did. The bloody tile was there until a second before I placed my foot on it. This stupid spaceship did on purpose!" he snaps getting up, only to fall on the floor the second after, with Aziraphale, as well.
Because said 'stupid spaceship' has just shaked herself pretty violently.
"I think so too, Crowley, not the stupid part, of course!" Aziraphale rushes to point out, as if the spaceship could hear them.
Oh, well, actually, she can.
"But the fact that TARDIS did it on purpose. I guess you should be more gentle with it…"
Another big shake.
"Him?" Aziraphale hazards.
Another shake, even harder than before.
"Her." the angel states.
No more shakes.
They help each other to get up.
"That's it. Looks like TARDIS is a she." The angel explains. "Just like… Her." he pauses, pointing above.
Crowley's eyes go wide.
"Are you really comparing the TARDIS to… Her?" he asks him, puzzled, pointing above as well.
"Well, why not? I bet she has ineffable plans, too, and … can you imagine how the both of them would get along?" Aziraphale chuckles.
"NGK!" Crowley shrugs, not liking that perspective very much. "But I've learned my lesson. She is a she. Got it."
A noise draws Aziraphale's attention.
"Crowley, don't you hear something like a swashing?"
The demon listens better.
"You're right. After all, Alien Boy said he has a swimming pool somewhere here. Do we want to find where?" he winks at his angel.
"After you, my dear." the blond smirks, following him.
While the Doctor is still busy fixing his super technological stuff, he clearly didn't miss the shakes.
"Woah, calm down!" he giggles. "We are a little spiteful tonight, baby, aren't we? What's wrong? Do they keep calling you with that horrible name? I hope they won't." he pats the console, as if he wanted to comfort his beloved spaceship, somehow.
"However, I think you should make friend with them, try to make a little effort and create the proper atmosfere. After all, how many chances do we get to have again a millenary angel and a millenary demon making sweet love here? Isn't that amazing?" he grins. "Oh well, when I have my big moment with that lovely angel you're gonna help me create the best atmosfere ever. I wouldn't mind either to have a moment with that awesome demon… but he's as slippery as the snake he is!" he rolls his eyes, resuming his activity.
Some corridors away, the lovely angel and the slippery demon managed to find the swimming pool.
It's very large, square, with plants all over around, marble columns and two white chaise longues.
"Oh my, this is so beautiful." Aziraphale states in awe.
"Yep, beautiful, indeed." Crowley grumbles, walking towards the plants.
There's already a spray bottle filled with water that he made pop up in his hands.
"Who the hell is yelling at you? Or rather isn't? You're not bright at all, there's a stain on you, little one … what's that horrible yellow leaf I can see from here?" Crowley snaps, spraying the water as he shouts at the plants.
The effect is immediate and they start trembling.
"That's better." the redhead sneers, satisfied.
Aziraphale walks closer to him, hugging him from behind.
"Crowley, dear, aren't you supposed to give some attentions to me?" he murmurs, blowing softly at his ear.
Crowley abruptly turns to him.
"What? Do you want me to yell at you that you must grow better, as I spray you with water?" he asks him a bit dazed, as engrossed as he is in one of his favourite activities ever.
That's right before he actually reminds to himself he could do an even more pleasant activity.
"Oh, right. You. Me. First time." he nods, giving a quick peck to the blond. "Sorry, angel, I miss the plants in my house and got carried away." he apologizes, massaging his own nape. "Bad, plants, for distracting me. Bad, really BAD plants!" he growls, causing the plants to tremble once more.
"Okay, dear, now that you had your fun with the plants, why don't you start having fun with me?" Aziraphale teases him, laying down on one of the chaise longues with sensual movements and a very inviting glance.
Crowley crawls on him slowly, wanting to enjoy every moment of it.
"Excuse me, angel, are you acting like a tempter demon?" he chuckles, toying with his bowtie.
"I might, since you're acting shyer than an angel!" Aziraphale chuckles, grabbing his silver lace to pull him closer for a deep kiss.
The hotter the kiss grows, the more self confidence Crowley regains.
He starts unbuttoning Aziraphale shirt, while he attacks his neck with feral kisses.
"Who's the tempter demon in charge now?" he growls against his neck, while his hand is dealing with his trousers.
"You, deaaarrrr, you!" Aziraphale moans, arching back to increase their contact.
His hands are on Crowley's chest, getting rid of his black T-shirt.
To remove it from his head would imply to stop Crowley's kisses, which is inadmissible for the angel.
That's why he resorts to miracles and with some snaps of his fingers all they both wear is just their boxers.
"Looks like someone here is eager." Crowley smirks, attacking his nipples.
"Excuse me if we've been waiting for six thousands bloody years!" Aziraphale curses, amazing and amusing Crowley even more.
The angel's hands are wandering up and down the demon's back, trying to sneak under his boxers.
Crowley shivers in pleasure, before parting from him.
"Did I say, do… or think something wrong?" the blonds asks him fearful and confused.
Crowley reassures him with a smile and a sweet kiss.
"Quite the contrary, honey, you're beyond perfect." he murmurs, caressing his face and helping him get up. "It's just that I was thinking that I can do a tad better than this." he winks at him, before snapping his fingers.
A big, round crepe Suzette shaped floating mattress appears on the water.
"Ooohh Crowley, it's so perfect!" the blond beams.
"Shall we go, angel?" Crowley takes him by the hand, leading him towards the swimming pool with him.
They jump on the mattress but definitely slip from that slick surface, ending up in the water and laughing about that.
Crowley agilely climbs on it again, helping the angel to reach him.
They kisses languidly as the demon makes Aziraphale lay down, placing himself upon him.
The mattress is quietly rocking them as he floats towards the middle of the swimming pool.
Out of the blue, from nowhere it starts playing 'A NIghtingale sang in Berkeley Square' and the lights from the roof switches on, changing in multiple colours that reflect on the water.
"Good Lord, Crowley, this is just too amazing!" Aziraphale sighs in deep awe, but he notices Crowley's shocked expression as well.
"Angel.. I'm not doing this stuff. Only the mattress is my idea… so … who?" he wonders.
"Doctor Who!" they realise in unison
"Or rather his TARDIS, I start to think she has some free will… and looks like she's rooting for us!" Aziraphale smirks.
"So let's give her a proper show then!" Crowley sneers, before kissing him hungrily, as his hands wander in every accessible inch of his skin.
"Crowley, I love you oh so much, I'm more than ready for you. Just… be kind.. and sweet.. and slow." Aziraphale pleads among kisses.
"Oh, sweetheart, you don't even have to ask me this. You're my oh-so-precious, special, little angel and I'm going to handle you with the greatest care." Crowley soothes him with his silky voice.
"I know, dear." he wraps one arm around the demon's neck, sucking his right nipple, while he playfully tortures the left one with his thumb and index.
"For Go… Sa… for your sake, angel!" Crowley growls in deep excitement, before calming down. "Why… why don't you lead me? Tell me what you want, how I can please you…" he murmurs against his neck.
Crowley has a soft spot for Aziraphale's neck.
"Ca-caress my legs, please." the angel asks him with shaky voice.
The demon is more than happy to obey and he lingers on the sensitive skin of his inner upper thighs.
"All the Heavens' sake!" Aziraphale moans, feeling impossibly eager, as his hands mirror his teacher's actions.
"Now what, angel?"
"Remove the boxers, both. Same time. Mutual removing." he gasps, grabbing the edge of Crowley's dark red tight and short boxers, as Crowley places his hands on his light blue, large ones.
"On the count of three?" the redhead suggests and the blond nods.
After the 'thrre' even the last garment reaches the floor, as an angel and a demon stare intently at their utterly naked forms.
The way Crowley is almost devouring Aziraphale with his yellow eyes that burn with lust makes the angel feel so craved and cherished that he doesn't even bother to think that the other might not appreciate his mellow and soft body.
"Oh dear, you're so incredibly, amazingly, perfectly beautiful." Aziraphale beams, caressing the demon's face.
"And so are you, my angel." Crowley murmurs, making their already aroused cocks connect.
That sexy rubbing makes them both jolt and pant in anticipation.
"Oh, dear, I'm afraid I'm so excited that my wings could pop up anytime, making me lose my balance and making me fall in the water, with so soaked and heavy wings that I might drown… but, oh, what a way to go!" Aziraphale smiles at him.
"I won't let you fall, Aziraphale." Crowley holds him tight. "I don't mean just in the water. I won't let you fall in any way. This is not sin. This is love. Pure love. You can't fall for this. This won't spoil your beautiful soul, probably will just make mine a tiny brighter."
"If I could fall for sweetness, the guilty one would be you." the angel kisses him deeply. "I know I won't fall, I know this can't be evil, this can't be damnation, it's only a different way to reach Heaven." he caresses his hair. "And I'll try my best to keep my wings at their place. Now don't make me wait any longer."
And Crowley pleases both him and himself, sliding inside his angel, sweetly, slowly and lovingly, increasing the rhythm only when his angel asks him to do that.
There's a saying that goes something like 'Best things take time'.
Well, they have waited for six thousand years.
It's pure perfection, total ecstasy for their senses. Both couldn't ask for anything better.
"Oh, Crowley, this was…."
"Yeah." Crowley nods, snapping his fingers to make the mattress reach the poolside.
When they touch the floor again, Aziraphale stares at Crowley in a way that let the demon know they're not done yet.
"Am I wrong or is someone asking for a second round?" he grins, making the blond blush.
-And I know the perfect location. I just have to find it.- he decides.
"Wait for me here, angel." he informs him, ready to leave.
He's so eager to find the Doctor that he doesn't even realise he's still naked and wet.
Luckily, Aziraphale does.
"For someone's sake, Crowley! I don't know where you're going, but, pleeeeeeeease, have the decency of wearing something!" he shouts before the redhead crosses the threshold, snapping his fingers to dress him with khaki bermuda shorts and a black shirt, the first outfit that popped in his mind.
He knows he can't dare to make his beloved demon wear tartan.
Aziraphale does not have a death wish.
Although the corridors seem the same somehow Crowley manages to reach the console room again, where the Doctor is sprawled on the grate, still dealing with his fixing.
In order to see things better, he decided to wear his glasses.
He senses the demon's presence and turns toward him.
"Well, well, Crowley, you're already back. Did you enjoy your time with Azi?" he asks him, walking closer to him.
He can't help noticing his wet hair and the fact he's dripping water from everywhere.
"Did you enjoy my swimming pool?" he adds.
"Just... how do you know?" Crowley frowns.
The Doctor confines himself crossing his arms against his chest and giving the demon his best 'Bitch, please!' look.
Crowley feels somewhat awkward and it's not for his look. Or rather, it is, but for other reasons.
- The cheeky bastard is playing dirty… wearing those glasses that makes him even… sexier? What the Heaven am I bloody thinking? - he starts his inner battle.
"Oh, right… I guess it was easy to figure out!" Crowley realises, considering his current state.
"And I guess you shouldn't wear clothes when you talk to me." the Doctor replies, something horny in his voice.
Crowley's eyes go wide.
"I beg your pardon?" he takes a step back.
- He can't have really said what I heard him saying. And he should quit that look. Oh, alright, now he's adding even the tongue against his teeth. Not to mention his forearms, a bit more muscular than mine… now that he's wearing just a rolled up black T-shirt.- Crowley's awkward moment gets worse. - Stupid demon, stop thinking of the sexy Alien Boy, you have a very sexy, lovely angel who is waiting for you!-
"Soaked. You shouldn't wear soaked clothes when you speak to me…" the Doctor points out, taking a step closer and drawing his sonic screwdriver from the pocket of his trousers.
"We don't want you to catch a cold, do we?" he murmurs, using the sonic screwdriver to unbutton Crowley's shirt, placing one hand on the toned chest the gradually opening shirt reveals.
The very confused demon resort to the last glimpse of lucidity he still has to back off and button up his shirt all over again.
"I'm a demon. It takes a lot more than a simple cold to harm me!" he snaps. "About your question. Nope, I'm not done with Azi, yet, we're just in the middle of something, but I wanted to know if you have a specific room."
"Which one?"
"Do you have a library?"
"Of course I do. A very large one. After all, books are the most powerful weapon ever. A beautifully innocent weapon. How am I supposed not to love them?" he grins excitedly, his tongue caressing his teeth once more, but Crowley has more trouble to add to his list.
- So glad Aziraphale is not here and he didn't hear you, he could have married you right here right now!-
"So, can you show me the way to reach your library?" he politely asks.
"I can do better!" the Time Lord smirks, walking towards the consolle.
He starts pressing buttons and moving levers until from one of his devices comes a printed sheet comes out.
"Here's the map with all the rooms. If TARDIS cooperates, you should find the library easily." he smirks.
"Do you mean that she could not cooperate?" Crowley frowns.
"If she feels spiteful, she has fun mixing the rooms, you have no idea how many times it takes me a lot to reach my bedroom when I do something that makes her feel insulted." he rolls his eyes.
"NGK! Well, I guess she was behaving a lot… with the music and the lights in the swimming pool…" Crowley grumbles.
"Music and lights?" the Doctor repeats, then he chuckles. "So, baby, you do can be romantic when you try!" he talks with his TARDIS. "I guess she's starting to like you!" he turns to the demon again.
- And I guess she's not the only one!- Crowley ponders.
"Okay, thank you, so … if she's still in good mood, we shouldn't get lost. Which is good, because this is such a funny place that I wouldn't be so surprised if we met a lion!" Crownely scoffs.
"No lions." the Doctors reassures him. "But I have a horse!" he adds, winking at him with a huge grin. "A souvenir from France. You shouldn't meet him on your way to the library."
Crowley stares at him in shock, but prefers not to say nothing and gets ready to leave.
"Wait!" the Doctor stops him, after checking something in his monitors. "Why are my plants trembling? Did you shout at them? Azi told me you have this bad, bad habit!" he snaps.
"What? If anything, you should thank me, your plants from now on will grow better!" Crowley argues, turning back and rushing to him.
"But this is not the bloody way! Plants need love, and care , and sweet talking and love again!" the Time Lord shouts enraged at him.
Not definitely the best way to talk about love.
They are nose against nose, at the same eyes level.
Very easily to happen when you are practically the same person.
Out of the blue, both don't even remember what they are arguing about, but they are aware of their closeness, breathing one against the other.
And breathes quickly turn into paintings.
Before it's too late for him to keep his self control, the Doctor steps back.
"You know, Crowley, one of these days I should take you to Gardenya 4EG, a planet where plants are anthropomorphic beings, plenty of feelings … that should teach you a lesson." he assures.
"We… you….me…. I gotta go! And I'm going to put a huge 'Do not disturb' sign at the door!' " Crowley sends a clear message at the Doctor, before growing pale. "And I should put an even huger one with the written 'DO NOT FUCKING SSSSSPY USSSS!'" he snaps, hissing.
"What?!" the Doctor frowns.
"If you saw the plants now, well, you could have also seen Azi and me there before, doing…. ssssstuff!" he grows agitated.
"I could have… but I didn't. I didn't even know where you were. TARDIS knew but she kept the secret." he defends.
"But now you know where we will be next!" the demon yells.
"You're right… and there's also that brilliant human invention called popcorns so…" the Time Lord giggles.
Crowley glares at him in a threatening way.
"Just kidding!" the Doctor chuckles amused, raising his hands. "I'll behave and I still have my stuff to fix."
"That's better. I mean, thanks for your generosity, for the opportunity, for the map, but… Do not disturb. Tomorrow at morning we'll can act again like a happy merry sort of family, but tonight is only for my angel and me."
"Our angel." the Doctor points out.
"Not tonight." the demon insists and the other surrenders, letting him go
- Well, tonight is just for you and Aziraphale. But tomorrow it will start all over again. You can't get me out of the picture. - he ponders. - Especially now that I crave you both!-
The TARDIS seems to be clement and allows Crowley and Aziraphale to reach the library.
It's huge, full of shelves and on every shelf there are piles of coloured, precious, ancient books.
Aziraphale takes one and starts to skim through the pages and then he does the same with many others.
"Oh, dear, there are unique pieces. Some are even older than us. Some are written in languages I've never heard of." the angel beams happily. "And wherever I turn my gaze there are books, I almost feel dizzy!"
Crowley snaps his fingers to make several cushions appear on the floor.
"I thought I had to find the right place to make you almost feel at home." he smiles at him, sitting on a pillow and patting the empty one next to him.
Aziraphale immediately reaches him, cupping his face with his hands as he kisses him.
"Oh, Crowley, I always feel at home wherever there's my favorite demon."
"Do you mean Hastur?" the redhead teases the blond, raising his eyebrow with a fake disgusted face.
Aziraphale bursts out laughing, pushing him down on the cushions and crawling upon him.
He gets rid of the clothes he put on again, ready to show Crowley who his favoured demon is.
And this time he's free to display his wings, there' no water threatening him.
They enjoyed several hours together, before the angel falls asleep clinging to him.
Crowley stares at him with eyes full of love, as he caresses his oh-so-soft curly hair.
His mind treacherously drifts back to what the Doctor has previously said to him.
- 'One of these days I should take you to Gardenya 4EG, a planet where plants are anthropomorphic beings.'
He's terrified at the perspective of meeting one of those anthropomorphic plants, what if they seek for revenge?
He's terrified at the perspective of spending time alone with the Doctor.
- It sounded like he clearly meant a trip only for the two of us.-
He's not terrified by the Doctor, of course.
He's terrified by what his own reaction towards him could be.
TBC
Notes:So, did you like the Ineffable first time? Too sugary maybe? I couldn't resist 3
But that pool exists for real ;)
Gardenya 4EG is clearly my invention, but after watching Doctor WHo (and I still miss tons of stuff, I've just reached Season 7) I guess that anything can exist lol.
Did you enjoy the UST between Ten and Crowley?
Did you wish to see much more of it? Did you miss Ten's interactions with Azi (trust me, I did)
Feel free to tell me anything, if you find the time to drop me a tiny line you'll make me a veeeeery happy reader ;P