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Outtake Ficlet for The Walls, the Wainscot, and the Mouse [Jul. 16th, 2012|07:44 pm]
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Title: Outtake #1 (missing scene from The Walls, the Wainscot, and the Mouse)
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Rating: NC-17 (unavoidable, given the part on which this elaborates)
Notes: Henceforth, Outtakes are a different class of ficlet from Extras in Crown of Thorns 'Verse, as it's possible I'll do more Outtakes in future that fit within the framework of the sequence's existing longer pieces. To tell you the truth, I'm glad those of you who natter at and with me on Twitter thought this sounded like a good idea, because it's something I've questioned myself on at numerous points in the past. The first-time scene in WW&TM is Aziraphale's viewpoint on only part of that evening's proceedings, and although the morning-after scene is from Crowley's POV and gives us a bit of how he feels about all of this, well, there's a gaping hole where the rest of that crucial first night should be. I felt on first writing the story that including everything I envisioned as happening there would have been gratuitous and/or set the story off-balance. Hopefully, I've come far enough now on this 'verse that sticking my nose in wherever and whenever I please is justifiable.
Summary: For best results, read WW&TM up through the section ending Aziraphale squeezed his eyes shut, swallowing a burst of amazed laughter, holding him closer still, calming him. Safe. (and then read this piece, and then onward as normal).


It took forever for the shaking to stop, it seemed, like Crowley's body couldn't bear to let go of such stunning new information: Right, so, that annoying thing you have to do every once in a while to get an unbidden hard-on to go away? SO MUCH BETTER WHEN SOMEBODY YOU WANT MORE THAN BREATHING IS DOING IT FOR YOU. To you? With you? Whatever. Okay, in summary: solitary orgasms are messy and not always much fun, but orgasms and kissing and touching Aziraphale? Spot on.

"Oh," said Aziraphale, finally, between breath-hitching kisses, easing him down. He rubbed Crowley's back and picked fretfully at his trousers. They melted to nothing beneath the angel's careful fingertips, and, with a sigh, his own disappeared so that there was nothing left between them, no more hope of hiding. "Just look at you."

"At myself? Bit awkward," Crowley panted against Aziraphale's earlobe. "Also a bit weird." He shivered, oversensitive by now, and more than a bit overwhelmed at the sensation of Aziraphale's prick crushed up against his belly. He bit curiously at the patch of skin beneath Aziraphale's ear, and the angel's hands clenched on his thighs.

"You don't give yourself enough credit, dear boy," said Aziraphale, his voice patient and fond in spite of how much discomfort he was probably in. "Not nearly enough."

It was the wonder of what he'd become with the Fall, Crowley supposed, a curse millennia-old turned blessing: instinctive shock at the simple pleasure of loving.

"You taste good," murmured Crowley, at a loss, and licked the spot he'd just bit.

Aziraphale turned his head and tilted Crowley's chin up for a questioning kiss.

"My dear, mmm, I want..."

Crowley wanted to ask What? in response, but Aziraphale's hand was on him just like earlier, was on both of them, so attentively insistent, and, oh, for the sake of anything holy, he was turned on again. Aziraphale made a disappointed sound when Crowley disengaged himself awkwardly from the kiss and shifted back to sit on the duvet.

The angel's body was as pale as Crowley's own, flushed with inconvenient splotches and bite-marks where Crowley had left them in a frenzy up and down Aziraphale's neck and shoulder. Unthinking, Crowley reached out and touched the marks, both the ones he'd left and that rosy blush beneath the fair, sparse hairs covering Aziraphale's chest. He crawled forward, stretched flat on the duvet, and curled an arm around Aziraphale's waist. Buried his face in the angel's soft belly, breathing in his own scent mingled with Aziraphale's arousal. He let his tongue dart out; Aziraphale shuddered.

Bloody miracle, this, Crowley thought. Nothing less.

"If this is what you want," he said as clearly as he could manage, given that he was licking his way towards Aziraphale's hip bone, which was rather in the wrong direction, "now would be a good time to tell me, or I'll just keep going till I've tasted everything else. Save the best for last, if you know what I mean. Take the scenic route."

Aziraphale sagged back on his elbows, stretching his legs out on either side so that Crowley could settle in closer between them. He watched with hungry fascination as Crowley offered him an assenting glance that he hoped wasn't shy and abandoned the course he'd set himself on in favor of nuzzling what he'd so far purposefully neglected.

The angel's trembling hands tangled roughly in Crowley's hair.

"Easy," Crowley said, not nearly as calm as he sounded, and took hold of Aziraphale's wrist while he carefully licked at the crease of Aziraphale's thigh. After a few seconds, Aziraphale's grasp let up slightly, so Crowley let go of his wrist, took hold of his erection, and guided the sensitive head to his scarcely parted lips. Aha.

Even if he never heard Aziraphale make that sound again, this once would have been worth it. Crowley settled in for however long it was going to take and sucked hard.

Once again, there was far too much information to process. Aziraphale still tasted good, a sentiment he couldn't quite quantify, only here, it was different, darker and stranger and slightly surprising. Crowley hated that he couldn't see the angel's expression, but he could hear everything that he needed to hear, and then some. He'd have a crick in his neck by the end of it, letting Aziraphale move his hips like that, but whatever the angel needed for this to work, whatever Crowley could possibly do...

"Stop," Aziraphale was gasping, voice low and wrecked. "Crowley, stop, it's too—"

"It's the point," said Crowley, instantly regretting the fact that he'd pulled off in order to speak, because now Aziraphale was hauling him up by the shoulders with fearsome strength and it was all Crowley could do not to fold over, fall on him, clamp down with limbs and teeth and suddenly unfurled, unsteady wings and never let go.

Which was more or less what happened.

Crowley snaked his arms around Aziraphale's neck and tried to get said urgent point across with lots of kissing, which hadn't really stopped, but it was no use. He could only make helpless whimpering sounds to which Aziraphale responded with breathy half-sobs and oh God, oh Heaven and Earth and Everything, he never wanted to be anywhere else ever again but in this bed. Or in the very least wanted the guarantee of a bed, no matter where he happened to be, and Aziraphale always in it with him.

When it all finally became too much again and their bodies demanded completion, Aziraphale rolled Crowley onto his back, wings badly askew even as his own tore free, and drew Crowley's knees up snug against his ribs and then pressed both hands against the small of Crowley's back, rocking them together in tight little thrusts that made Crowley squeeze his eyes shut and stifle an embarrassingly desperate wail.

Was discorporation by sensory overload possible?

Look what you've done, Crowley thought feverishly, his second climax already building, too fast and too fierce and too soon. Angel, just look what you've done. I'm ruined for anything else: good food, better wine, a sunny afternoon with ducks, forget it. Crowley twisted under him and dug his fingers in just beneath where Aziraphale's wings joined with his back, moaning in response to Aziraphale's coaxing tongue.

"No one can hear you, not here," Aziraphale whispered, pressing their damp foreheads together, waves and wisps of hair plastered every which way. "No one but me, and I should very much like...Crowley, look at me, oh, if you'd just look at me..."

Crowley's groans turned to brief, hysterical laughter.

"So I've got to keep my eyes on you, never mind that all I can see is feathers—"

"Oh—oh—Crowley, don't move, oh my dear stay right where you are—"

Crowley bit his lip and touched Aziraphale's cheek with hazy disbelief. This was really happening. He wanted to speak those same words just as much, just as badly.

"Let go," he panted, bracing himself, eyes squeezed shut as his resolve shattered. "That's what I did, anyway, and oh fuck I can't I don't even oh please Aziraphale!"

They were covered in each other: come and stray feathers, sweat and startled tears.

Aziraphale collected himself and rolled gently to one side, tugging Crowley along.

Everything was dry and clean again, but the tremors hadn't stopped, and Crowley noticed with quiet astonishment that Aziraphale's pulse-point was triphammering away just beneath his overworked jaw. It wasn't supposed to do that, they weren't...

"I'll say it before I can't," he whispered. "Don't leave me here, angel. Or anywhere else, for that matter. Don't get tired of this wretched, rainy stretch of shore like you got tired of Herculaneum and Beirut and Melbourne and Caracas and London—"

Never tired of London, Aziraphale cut in, snuggling him senseless. Never tired of you.

Oh, Crowley replied, curling in tighter against him. Then that's all right.

"Are you?" Aziraphale asked at length, drowsily stroking Crowley's side.

Crowley nodded and closed his eyes, content enough to follow his own advice.


—Continue: Outtake #2
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[User Picture]From: linda3m
2012-07-17 12:24 am (UTC)

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They are so perfect together. You always do such a lovely job of showing how much they need each other.

Plus - seriously, the sex here is totally scorching.
[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2012-07-22 12:26 am (UTC)

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The sex here turned up as a series of strangely-titled note files on my BlackBerry over the course of about three days, although the third day consisted of one rather long-ish note that I'm glad nobody got nosy enough to read over my shoulder! Crowley wanted a voice in it badly, I think, and he didn't get much of that in the main story (at least not in and around the first-time).

Thank you so much for reading <3

Edited at 2012-07-22 12:27 am (UTC)
[User Picture]From: mizujada
2012-07-17 02:22 am (UTC)

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Please feel free to do as many outtakes as you like!

Or extras. Or new parts. Or really whatever you want. It's always a pleasure to read.
[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2012-07-22 12:31 am (UTC)

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Well, the next thing coming up in this 'verse, confirmed, is a long-ish piece (probably something around the size of WW&TM or What to Do When... or BBSG) concerning Adam and Sophia's wedding in the spring. Wedding stories, much to my dismay, are something I've never even touched, not in all my years in all my fandoms. Finally having a wedding to celebrate seems like a significant enough event to develop, especially for how it's going to impact all parties.

Thank you very much!
[User Picture]From: sejitsu
2012-07-17 02:45 am (UTC)

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*fans self* Whoa. Not only is this incredibly hot to the point where words are currently failing me, but... They are so in love, this is just so perfect and tender and wonderful. Just, guh, this is too fantastic and lovely, I have got to go back and re-read it now.

There may never be and end to the illustrations if I can manage them all; I just love them too much.
[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2012-07-22 12:35 am (UTC)

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I've got to reread everything here so far, what with the wedding story pressing very hard now at the edges of my consciousness! I have to tell you, all of that GO artwork from Tumblr that you linked at me earlier really broke my brain a little; I hadn't realized just what a presence GO has amongst fan artists in places other than dA and LJ. It's magnificent to see so many interpretations and styles, but, strangely, such an eerie concensus among them at the same time. I'll never be able to draw what's in my head, but you and a few of the others seem to be doing that for me without even knowing it <3

Thank you so much, my dear.
[User Picture]From: sejitsu
2012-07-22 02:56 am (UTC)

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Fandom hivemind is a beautiful thing. *w* I'm glad your brain isn't totally broken, but yes, fanartists are rather elusive creatures compared to authors these days. Quite a few have migrated from LJ & DA to Tumblr. Honestly, I can see why-- it's so much easier to upload things to Tumblr & have done with it compared to LJ & DA, for one thing.

*hug* You are, as always, most welcome. <33
[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2012-07-22 11:56 am (UTC)

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You know how badly I've always wanted to be able to draw what I imagine as well as write it down, seeing as I went into that whole meandering ramble on Twitter the other day. I'm genuinely in awe of artists full stop; I always have been. It's why collaborating is such a joy :)

Thanks again!
[User Picture]From: ida_pea
2012-07-17 02:50 am (UTC)

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Bloody miracle, this, Crowley thought. Nothing less.

Made my glasses steam up! Awesome, adorable, and HOT. I love that you wrote this on the dl while you were working. Hee!
[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2012-07-22 12:37 am (UTC)

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I know this sounds silly, but I'm already at the end of my tether with this part-time job, never mind that it's in a museum (which, you know, I love museums). As depressed as I've been, being shut up in my head for long periods while I patrol in endless circuits just...kills me. I can't write like this every day; otherwise, I'm sure I'd be keeping more soundly.

Your reassurance that this works is...particularly welcome <3 Thanks.
[User Picture]From: katarzi
2012-07-17 03:58 am (UTC)

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So...I guess technically this falls under thaf museum prompt, eh? Being as it was written in one and involves these two...;)

Seriously hot, also lovely and just guh. There's a few typos near the beginning (ubidden instead of unbidden, and a couple of missing a's) but I'm typing this from my ipad so i feel you on unavoidable mobile typing errors lol.
[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2012-07-22 12:39 am (UTC)

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(Actually, I had been planning something separate for the museum prompt, possibly stand-alone and possibly as another Extra in this 'verse, but...you know what? This kind of does fit the museum prompt, since it called for anything to do with museums and I did, in fact, write the majority of this piece while working in one.)

Fortunately, I fixed said typo within about half an hour of posting, but thank you for pointing it out to me all the same! And thank you for reading, as always.
[User Picture]From: titc
2012-07-17 04:10 am (UTC)

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this is just \o/
I am now in delighted overload, thank you ♥
[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2012-07-22 12:40 am (UTC)

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Delighted overload is a pretty apt description for how I feel about this fic-'verse in these past couple of months; just when you think something has, perhaps, gone quiet for the duration, it flares to life again and reminds you just how much you need it and how many more stories there are to tell if you have a mind to search them out.

Thank you
[User Picture]From: dracutgrl
2012-07-17 11:34 am (UTC)

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It is because of you that, a year ago, I bought Good Omens - because of your J/S and A/C crossovers; I wanted to know who this demon and this angel hanging out with My Boys were - it is because of you I (and, well, Neil and Terry), I laughed my ass off and off and off.

Thank you for the above and the outtakes and, well, all of it! I adore your A/C!
[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2012-07-22 12:41 am (UTC)

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Knowing that I've prompted someone to read the novel and fall head-over-heels in love with it is always the best part of writing in GO fandom I'm so glad you did.

Thank you for reading, always!
[User Picture]From: enchantersnight
2012-07-17 05:18 pm (UTC)

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Hmm interesting reaction Alison, why are you crying? recognizing feelings you have, just happy for them?

Anyway never mind the quiet tears the rest of the person here loved it x
[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2012-07-22 12:43 am (UTC)

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Oh, hugs and tissues, hugs and tissues, where did I put them this time... *offers both*

I admit that this took me a little off-guard, too, but most of the new additions to this 'verse since June have done just that, so I should stop feeling so surprised. Then again, though, I don't think I'd want to! It's a delight.

Thank you very much
[User Picture]From: littlegothsin
2012-07-17 08:19 pm (UTC)

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I've read several times that sex scenes are boring to read, and each time I thought "well they clearly don't know where to get the good ones!", and you're proving me right here :)
[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2012-07-22 12:45 am (UTC)

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Depends entirely on the sex scene, I'm sure: there are boring sex scenes and interesting sex scenes, just like there are boring and interesting everything-elses in the world. I'm quite relieved that you find this to be in the latter category rather than the former ;)

Thank you
[User Picture]From: last_archangel
2012-07-18 02:11 am (UTC)

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Devastatingly romantic. Looking forward to more of these in future!
[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2012-07-22 12:45 am (UTC)

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I seriously, seriously don't doubt you shall have them ;)

Thank you so much for reading!
[User Picture]From: ladymouse2
2012-07-18 04:10 pm (UTC)

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You already know I skim explicit sex scenes, but that doesn't mean I don't read for context and character study.

And your partners are never out of character. Of course I can't speak for your fiction in fandoms I don't know but I doubt it would be any different from the subtlety and deeply probed relationships I find in the ones I do know.

Crowley's lines as befits the POV character this time are so amusingly and sometimes heartbreakingly "Crowley" they leap out:

>"At myself? Bit awkward," Crowley panted against Aziraphale's earlobe. "Also a bit weird."<

>"now would be a good time to tell me, or I'll just keep going till I've tasted everything else. Save the best for last, if you know what I mean. Take the scenic route."<

>Angel, just look what you've done. I'm ruined for anything else: good food, better wine, a sunny afternoon with ducks, forget it.<

>"I'll say it before I can't," he whispered. "Don't leave me here, angel. Or anywhere else, for that matter. Don't get tired of this wretched, rainy stretch of shore like you got tired of Herculaneum and Beirut and Melbourne and Caracas and London—"<

As well as that little extra touch after both have climaxed that amid the usual mess and--in their case--feathers there are for both of them startled tears...

And as is essential for fine erotica as opposed to unrepentant porn, you give the reader a striking visual image:

>it was all Crowley could do not to fold over, fall on him, clamp down with limbs and teeth and suddenly unfurled, unsteady wings and never let go.< (Don't know why I suddenly got an image of Doré's Lucifer from Paradise lost)

But this one sentence beats at the heart of the whole exercise:

>It was the wonder of what he'd become with the Fall, Crowley supposed, a curse millennia-old turned blessing: instinctive shock at the simple pleasure of loving.
[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2012-07-22 12:50 am (UTC)

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Doré's Lucifer is infinitely worth picturing. Those engravings have obsessed me for a long time; various of them do time as my desktop image, although lately I've been favoring GO fan art from a host of talented individuals!

As ever, the insight you manage to draw forth even on something you call skimming truly does steal my breath. It's your observations that help to keep me on my toes, as I want to make sure that I never lose my sense of wonder at the finer points, the tiny idiosyncrasies (the devil's in the details indeed) that make Crowley so compelling.

Thank you so very much
From: (Anonymous)
2012-07-19 01:32 am (UTC)

[Rec'd as email; pinning here for archival purposes, keeping reviewer anon.]

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And as usual when you write it, I come away from what 'smut' is far too small a word for rather less than dry-eyed. Oh, Crowley. Both of them really, in this. I usually connect with Aziraphale far less, but he's just as lovely here. I just want to hold them both tightly and never let them go, except not, because I don't really want anything to personally do with it; I want them to hold each other, and they do, and I don't think I'll ever tire of that.

And this:

Unthinking, Crowley reached out and touched the marks, both the ones he'd left and that rosy blush beneath the fair, sparse hairs covering Aziraphale's chest. He crawled forward, stretched flat on the duvet, and curled an arm around Aziraphale's waist. Buried his face in the angel's soft belly, breathing in his own scent mingled with Aziraphale's arousal.

Oh, if I could draw this and ever do it justice.

And then of course "I'll say it before I can't," he whispered. "Don't leave me here, angel [...]," though really I was an essentially useless ball of feelings from He could only make helpless whimpering sounds to which Aziraphale responded with breathy half-sobs and oh God, oh Heaven and Earth and Everything, he never wanted to be anywhere else ever again but in this bed forward.

<3
[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2012-07-22 12:52 am (UTC)

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[And the response to this was, likewise, delivered via email; in any case, I always want to remember these remarks in particular, and you know who you are, and thank you beyond measure.]
[User Picture]From: speccygeekgrrl
2012-07-19 04:54 am (UTC)

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That first paragraph is exactly what happened to me the first time my boyfriend got me off. Somebody you want more than breathing, indeed.

I love how much they love each other. I love that Crowley found the words to put it into. I love everything about this outtake.
[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2012-07-22 12:53 am (UTC)

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He'd been indignant for a very long time that Aziraphale's POV dominated during that crucial scene in WW&TM that, to my mind, at the time of writing, had to be cut short in order to keep the flow of the story in order (as well as the overall structure balanced).

Thank you
[User Picture]From: hekateras
2012-07-31 10:05 pm (UTC)

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Yeah, this was wonderful. I'm so glad you took the time to fill this scene in - in the original story, the shift from Crowley being all agitated and vulnerable to him waking up and basically getting straight back into it with eagerness almost felt a bit abrupt, but with this in mind it fits perfectly.

It's hard to pick out particular bits I loved, but I'll try anyway.

The "you've ruined me" line about ducks and such - yes. This fits perfectly into the earlier discussion of how intimacy would be an extension of the other human things they choose to partake in together for the enjoyment of it.

I love that this has its own mini-arc, its own dynamic - it's so much more than just gratuitous smut, and it felt so emotional. The explicit bits also felt hot without feeling crude or awkward to read, which is RARE for me, I tell you. (Asexual here in conjunction with being something of a hygiene freak, which in my case means being icked out by most kinds of sex; I literally tend to start get physically sick when I think of blowjobs or swallowing come or the like, although the A/C shipping has helped me to develop a greater tolerance for it, partially through the fact that, as supernatural beings, hygiene simply isn't an issue for them.)

I also like that you've written it as very overwhelming and intense for both of them, which is how it should be, in my mind. Surprise and "startled tears" and disbelief that this is happening and slight hysteria, YES. And Crowley's vulnerable confession near the end (even as he's still self-conscious enough to realise that he's only willing to offer it in the heat of the moment, as it were) and Aziraphale's response were wonderful, along with the revelation that the demon has been feeling any separation from Aziraphale keenly for a long time now and possibly considered that it had something to do with Aziraphale wanting to get rid of HIM, as well. (Let's just hug him now, shall we?)

"Snuggling him senseless" - wonderful expression. ^^

The only thing that felt off to me was the all caps line at the very beginning. We've never seen him think in all caps in the book and in general I just can't help but associate it with meta posts (usually fangirls squeeing about something or the like), so it just felt jarring, and the whole structure of 'with you, to you, in summary' etc. just felt a bit too whole for someone who's currently reeling from a foundation-shaking climax. I'd expect something more stream-of-consciousness like, thoughts and impressions crowding against each other haphazardly, not a mini-evaluation of the merits of having someone help you get off. If that made sense.

One last thing I liked: It was astoundingly, crushingly intimate despite being fairly 'tame', with no penetration involved - which I've seen treated as 'real' male/male sex of a sort, with the parties involved immediately diving into it when the UST explodes regardless of their level of comfort with each other. Including A/C ships, which doesn't seem plausible to me, as it definitely seems like the kind of thing they would need to ease into.

So, yeah, in summary, keep writing and stuff, I doubt you can produce any outtake or drabble or anything else I won't love. >D
[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2012-07-31 10:37 pm (UTC)

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As mentioned in previous responses, I faced a real conundrum at that point in the story when initially writing it. I had been tempted at the time to draw the scene out to its full length, but then I thought about the overall structure and decided to leave it between the lines. The beauty of things like this is that you always can go back and fill in between the lines if you feel it's necessary, and I'm glad I eventually decided to do so. This scene had been haunting me for a very long time; was a relief to finally set it down.


I love that this has its own mini-arc, its own dynamic - it's so much more than just gratuitous smut, and it felt so emotional. The explicit bits also felt hot without feeling crude or awkward to read, which is RARE for me, I tell you. I literally tend to start get physically sick when I think of blowjobs or swallowing come or the like, although the A/C shipping has helped me to develop a greater tolerance for it, partially through the fact that, as supernatural beings, hygiene simply isn't an issue for them.)


This is part of why I have such a hard time determining what rating I ought to put on my stories more than half the time. I do try to keep smut, even explicit smut, out of the realm of...romance-novel cliché, shall we say. Besides, smut for these two intentionally written in a crude manner never feels in-character, at least not from my viewpoint as a reader! And yes, they have a great advantage where hygiene is concerned, don't they? Nothing more than a thought or a gesture, and it's gone. To this day, I find that intimacy is one of the trickiest things to write. It's different for every single pairing, so writing sex is not just writing sex. It's writing sex how those two particular characters would go about it.

The only thing that felt off to me was the all caps line at the very beginning. We've never seen him think in all caps in the book and in general I just can't help but associate it with meta posts (usually fangirls squeeing about something or the like), so it just felt jarring, and the whole structure of 'with you, to you, in summary' etc. just felt a bit too whole for someone who's currently reeling from a foundation-shaking climax.

Aha: you're giving me the chance to explain this particular choice, which is fantastic! Crowley hits a point of punchiness when he's vaguely hysterical (I'm thinking of the point in the novel when he's terrified and weary on the M25 and finally just snaps his fingers, manifests a new set of sunglasses, and sings as he kicks the Bentley into flame-inducing gear. I wanted a moment of disjunction here between his mind and his body, almost; we have no precedent in canon for Crowley imagining what his body would say if it could say something to him, ergo, I had to decide on a device to use wherein he's figuratively imagining such a thing. He's that overwhelmed, so the punchiness kicks in, and he processes it in terms of what his body's observing. It's moments like this, where canon doesn't offer the whole road-map, that you take a chance. It seems to me that the sensations he's getting from his nervous system are intense enough that they'd be all-caps, so...that's my thought process (in a nutshell) behind why the final version appears as it does.

It was astoundingly, crushingly intimate despite being fairly 'tame', with no penetration involved - which I've seen treated as 'real' male/male sex of a sort, with the parties involved immediately diving into it when the UST explodes regardless of their level of comfort with each other.

Once again: I always try to take what I perceive the characters would do into account, and it's never really struck me as plausible that these two would go straight for penetration. Also, it annoys me that there's a perception out there that M/M sex isn't real sex unless penetration takes place. What a load of rubbish.

Thank you for taking the time to write such a lengthy, thoughtful review! I've received your question on Tumblr, and I hope you'll give me a day or two to answer, as I'd like to do a bit of rereading so as to give it the thought it deserves.
[User Picture]From: sheerpoetry
2013-01-17 01:50 am (UTC)

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Bloody miracle, this, Crowley thought. Nothing less.
I love this line. It's perfect that Aziraphale is kind of Crowley's religion.

... it was all Crowley could do not to fold over, fall on him, clamp down with limbs and teeth and suddenly unfurled, unsteady wings and never let go.

Which was more or less what happened.

...I sometimes forget about their wings when they're being normal and domestic and adorable. But I really, really love their wings--and you for knowing when's the perfect time to include them.

They were covered in each other: come and stray feathers, sweat and startled tears.
Ditto above. And there's just...so much I feel about this line that I can't quite put into words, but it's perfection.

(PS: Not fast! Especially considering I had to break for food. Silly bodies, needing sustenance.)
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2013-01-17 01:53 am (UTC)

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It can be startling when their wings show up: about as startling as it is in the novel, in truth, not so much for the moment in which it happens as for their rarity! They go around without their wings manifested for 90% of the time (or more). Rather extraordinary.

I hope it was good food, at least *hugs*

(You will need the sustenance, but I'll be here, too.)
[User Picture]From: meganbobness
2013-02-10 12:58 am (UTC)

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"I'll say it before I can't," he whispered. "Don't leave me here, angel. Or anywhere else, for that matter. Don't get tired of this wretched, rainy stretch of shore like you got tired of Herculaneum and Beirut and Melbourne and Caracas and London—"

I love that Crowley is the vulnerable one in this 'verse. I think it's so true to him and to what it would mean to be a demon but also to risk loving someone. Allowing himself to fall in love with Aziraphale is such a big deal for him and the fear of losing it must be immense. I also love that Aziraphale is cognizant of that, maybe he can't fully understand what Crowley is doing for him but he is aware that he holds some serious power in the relationship and wants to be respectful of that. So many things about this series of fics make me tear up a little. I am awful at being emotionally vulnerable so feeling anything approaching teariness while reading is kind of a revelation for me. You write this pairing with such a strong sense of value for what they have and what they could have that it just transcends everything. I think it's rare that you get a fic that really has meaningful emotional stakes but this does and you use them beautifully. You are such a writer's writer, everything serves the story and the characters. I cannot tell you how grateful I am that you wrote and shared this.
[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2013-02-10 01:32 am (UTC)

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To get a comment on this piece in particular, right when I've completed the most recent installment in this series (which is a huge three-parter and incredibly difficult, emotionally speaking), is particularly moving. It's true that we get so many tantalizing hints in the novel that Crowley is, under his cool mask and exterior, intensely vulnerable and lonely, and I thought one day, you know, that is so seldom explored in fic. Likewise, it's rarely addressed that Aziraphale is actually the often-insensitive and rather terrifying one, so...this happened, all of this happened and is still happening. I don't tear up very often either for books and films, so the list of stories that have done this to me is quite short - to cry when I'm writing is even rarer, as I'm aware of how in control I have to be in order to construct what needs to have an effect on the reader, but there are a couple of pieces in this 'verse that have wrecked me even just to build them. Thank you for reading, and as you read on, don't be afraid to chime in again. I love hearing from people. Thank you <3