Apr 11, 2024
Ok, made up fic title:
From Whence They Came
Give me that sweet sweet synopsis!
Thanks for the ask @paperclipninja
I'm immediately torn between an easy come joke and angsty backstory shenanigans. So let’s do both.
The first two times they get close enough to press to each other – to devour each other with their mouths, race hands across expanses of cloth-covered skin, and rut, desperately – they’ve barely begun when Crowley cries out and goes limp. That was 1749, and then 1941. The third time, an otherwise innocuous morning in 2024, just as Crowley’s tongue slips between Aziraphale’s lips, he grabs the demon by the hips and forces him back against the wall. “Not so fast this time.”
