First off, I absolutely love the context you chose. It's a slightly unusual setting and one that really really works.
Aziraphale feeding Crowley's plants! As a Good WorkTM!
"It can't be the wrong thing," Crowley frowned. "You helped." ♥
the still air in the warm space between them smelled like wet feathers and Crowley, flash, expensive cologne, leather, and just a hint of brimstone. It was more comforting than a good dinner at the Ritz, and more enticing than the smell of old books. ♥ ♥ Who needs BPAL, anyway?
Oh god, the immediate aftermath of the bit covered by my drabble - I hadn't even thought of how Aziraphale would feel, for that moment, and you just make it so vivid here, and I felt so much sympathy for him, in that instant. Wonderful.
And then, well, ZOMG hot. I was especially struck by this line: And they never stopped kissing, not for a moment, fast and slow, the brush of lips and teeth, their tongues meeting, playing, and tasting each other. ♥ ♥ ♥
And HOLY SHIT they killed the Tree. I think you win at Good Omens fic, remixer!
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Date: 2007-04-22 09:08 pm (UTC)First off, I absolutely love the context you chose. It's a slightly unusual setting and one that really really works.
Aziraphale feeding Crowley's plants! As a Good WorkTM!
"It can't be the wrong thing," Crowley frowned. "You helped." ♥
the still air in the warm space between them smelled like wet feathers and Crowley, flash, expensive cologne, leather, and just a hint of brimstone. It was more comforting than a good dinner at the Ritz, and more enticing than the smell of old books. ♥ ♥ Who needs BPAL, anyway?
Oh god, the immediate aftermath of the bit covered by my drabble - I hadn't even thought of how Aziraphale would feel, for that moment, and you just make it so vivid here, and I felt so much sympathy for him, in that instant. Wonderful.
And then, well, ZOMG hot. I was especially struck by this line: And they never stopped kissing, not for a moment, fast and slow, the brush of lips and teeth, their tongues meeting, playing, and tasting each other. ♥ ♥ ♥
And HOLY SHIT they killed the Tree. I think you win at Good Omens fic, remixer!