Title: I'm Resisting The Urge To Make A "Berry" Pun
Author: DehydratedWater
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Fandom: Good Omens
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Crowley and Aziraphale are not mine. Aside from belonging to themselves (and perhaps each other), they are the property of the wonderful Mr. Pratchett and the equally wonderful Mr. Gaiman. I also make no profit from this fanfiction, although actually having something in my bank account would be a nice change of pace.
Summary: Just a sweet bit of something short and slashy.***
Crowley was watching Aziraphale as he ate strawberries from a plastic carton and it was maddening. The sound of teeth sinking into soft fruit flesh. Flashes of pink tongue between lips now painted red. A drop of juice slowly crawling down the angel's chin. And how his eyes were closed in the sheer enjoyment of it. Yes, truly, he found the whole thing quite maddening. Gulping to clear the lump in his throat, Crowley finally interrupted the tantalizing display.
"I want some of that," he said.
"Oh," said Aziraphale. "I didn't see you there. By all means, help yourself."
"I intend to," replied Crowley right before he put his arms around the angel and kissed him.
Aziraphale pulled away sputtering. Crowley licked his lips.
"My dear, that is not what I meant!"
"It's what I meant," the demon replied as he pulled the angel into another kiss.
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