Drabble Good Omens
Title: Just like breathing
Author: Aviss
Pairing: A/C
Rating: R
Word count: 160
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Pratchett and Gaiman, I just play with them.
Just like breathing
Crowley sighs softly at the feel of lips on his throat, of a warm tongue tracing his collarbone, of hot puff of air against his skin.
The feeling is hea--div--good.
He moans at the feather like touches on his chest, or are they feathers touching him? He doesn't know, and doesn’t feel like opening his eyes to check.
"Angel…" his voice is a rough whisper, his breath coming out in pants while the warm body over his rocks them slowly, sending shivers running up his spine from every place their skins are touching.
He arches up, pressing against the other body, grinding faster, harder, rushing towards completion.
He pants, exhausted, when they fall limply on the bed, his hand coming automatically to tangle in the soft blond locks resting on his chest.
And he thinks, smiling, that sex is just like breathing. They might not need it, but life is a he--heaven of a lot better with it.
Author: Aviss
Pairing: A/C
Rating: R
Word count: 160
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Pratchett and Gaiman, I just play with them.
Just like breathing
Crowley sighs softly at the feel of lips on his throat, of a warm tongue tracing his collarbone, of hot puff of air against his skin.
The feeling is hea--div--good.
He moans at the feather like touches on his chest, or are they feathers touching him? He doesn't know, and doesn’t feel like opening his eyes to check.
"Angel…" his voice is a rough whisper, his breath coming out in pants while the warm body over his rocks them slowly, sending shivers running up his spine from every place their skins are touching.
He arches up, pressing against the other body, grinding faster, harder, rushing towards completion.
He pants, exhausted, when they fall limply on the bed, his hand coming automatically to tangle in the soft blond locks resting on his chest.
And he thinks, smiling, that sex is just like breathing. They might not need it, but life is a he--heaven of a lot better with it.