Fic: Cuddling
Prompt: Cuddling
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Gabriel/Crowley
Rating: PG
Notes: Part of my winged!Crowley'verse. Takes place between Grooming Lessons and Conversations. Written for my schmoop_bingo card. Special thanks to smiley_bandit for beta-reading.
"Demons do not cuddle." Crowley eased back, keeping a wary eye on the Archangel creeping toward him.
Gabriel smirked. "Oh right. So what was that you were doing last night?" He moved a little closer.
"I was trapped between you and the wall! You were ... cuddling!" Crowley moved back, trying to keep distance between the two of them. This thing between them was nothing but a convenience. Gabriel taught him how to care for his wings and fly; Crowley repaid him by letting him share his bed, a simple arrangement which meant nothing.
Gabriel paused, eyebrows arching. "So who was it that had their arms wrapped around me, hanging on for dear life?"
Crowley absolutely refused to acknowledge the fact that he was blushing. "I don't ... Demons don't cuddle." he said weakly.
"Sure about that?" Gabriel inched closer.
"Demon!" Crowley reminded him, taking another step back only to yelp as his head hit the wall. "Damn! Hey!"
Gabriel had lunged forward, placing an arm on each side of him, keeping him in place. They were nose-to-nose and Crowley gulped at the mischievous look in those entrancing eyes. He felt a stirring and leaned forward, intent on kissing the angel.
"Ah-ah." Gabriel moved a hand to rest a finger against Crowley's lips. "The intent here is to cuddle. As in just holding each other close and just ... enjoy." His voice dropped with each word until it was merely a whisper; Crowley found himself leaning in to catch the final word.
"Demons don’t," he croaked as Gabriel stepped back. Crowley shivered at the loss of closeness then the Archangel took his hand and pulled him across the room. Not to the bed, as Crowley expected but through the French doors and out into the garden.
Crowley tried to pull away a couple of times but they were half-hearted attempts at best. A part of him was curious about what Gabriel meant to do, another part was afraid. As a demon he understood carnal pleasure; how to use it for his own enjoyment and to manipulate others. Which is, of course, what this thing between him and Gabriel was. All it was. They both got what they wanted.
So where did cuddling fit in?
Gabriel paused with a pleased sound and waved his hand. Crowley stepped around him to take a look, blinking at the sight of a snug bower half his height and composed of richly scented flowers. Gabriel ducked inside; and before he could even think of protesting Crowley was pulled inside. For a panicked moment, he struggled, suddenly uncertain of what the Archangel intended.
"Relax," Gabriel murmured as he settled against the surprisingly firm back of the bower. He pulled Crowley down easily, reminding the demon of how much stronger an Archangel was when compared to a mere demon.
Crowley stopped resisting, letting Gabriel pull him down. He found himself curled up against the other's chest; thankful that he didn't wear a suit when he flew. Not that he liked jeans and t-shirts but they were more suited for ... whatever this was.
Oh, right. ‘Cuddling’. Fine. He'd just wait Gabriel out, get this over with and get back to his flying lessons.
He waited for Gabriel to speak but he didn't. Instead the Archangel hummed softly, his hands gently stroking Crowley's back. It felt nice and Crowley's eyes closed. He found himself breathing in rhythm with the other man, smelling the rich scent of the flowers around them. He hummed softly along with Gabriel, his arms sliding around the angel.
Gabriel shifted so they were curled on the ground, face to face, just holding each other gently. His hand moved from Crowley's back to his hair, gently stroking there. The Demon almost purred in contentment.
So much had changed in the past year. Hell was closed off, a demon had wings, and an Archangel was teaching him how to fly, not to mention sleeping with said-demon.
So maybe demons could cuddle after all.
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Gabriel/Crowley
Rating: PG
Notes: Part of my winged!Crowley'verse. Takes place between Grooming Lessons and Conversations. Written for my schmoop_bingo card. Special thanks to smiley_bandit for beta-reading.
"Demons do not cuddle." Crowley eased back, keeping a wary eye on the Archangel creeping toward him.
Gabriel smirked. "Oh right. So what was that you were doing last night?" He moved a little closer.
"I was trapped between you and the wall! You were ... cuddling!" Crowley moved back, trying to keep distance between the two of them. This thing between them was nothing but a convenience. Gabriel taught him how to care for his wings and fly; Crowley repaid him by letting him share his bed, a simple arrangement which meant nothing.
Gabriel paused, eyebrows arching. "So who was it that had their arms wrapped around me, hanging on for dear life?"
Crowley absolutely refused to acknowledge the fact that he was blushing. "I don't ... Demons don't cuddle." he said weakly.
"Sure about that?" Gabriel inched closer.
"Demon!" Crowley reminded him, taking another step back only to yelp as his head hit the wall. "Damn! Hey!"
Gabriel had lunged forward, placing an arm on each side of him, keeping him in place. They were nose-to-nose and Crowley gulped at the mischievous look in those entrancing eyes. He felt a stirring and leaned forward, intent on kissing the angel.
"Ah-ah." Gabriel moved a hand to rest a finger against Crowley's lips. "The intent here is to cuddle. As in just holding each other close and just ... enjoy." His voice dropped with each word until it was merely a whisper; Crowley found himself leaning in to catch the final word.
"Demons don’t," he croaked as Gabriel stepped back. Crowley shivered at the loss of closeness then the Archangel took his hand and pulled him across the room. Not to the bed, as Crowley expected but through the French doors and out into the garden.
Crowley tried to pull away a couple of times but they were half-hearted attempts at best. A part of him was curious about what Gabriel meant to do, another part was afraid. As a demon he understood carnal pleasure; how to use it for his own enjoyment and to manipulate others. Which is, of course, what this thing between him and Gabriel was. All it was. They both got what they wanted.
So where did cuddling fit in?
Gabriel paused with a pleased sound and waved his hand. Crowley stepped around him to take a look, blinking at the sight of a snug bower half his height and composed of richly scented flowers. Gabriel ducked inside; and before he could even think of protesting Crowley was pulled inside. For a panicked moment, he struggled, suddenly uncertain of what the Archangel intended.
"Relax," Gabriel murmured as he settled against the surprisingly firm back of the bower. He pulled Crowley down easily, reminding the demon of how much stronger an Archangel was when compared to a mere demon.
Crowley stopped resisting, letting Gabriel pull him down. He found himself curled up against the other's chest; thankful that he didn't wear a suit when he flew. Not that he liked jeans and t-shirts but they were more suited for ... whatever this was.
Oh, right. ‘Cuddling’. Fine. He'd just wait Gabriel out, get this over with and get back to his flying lessons.
He waited for Gabriel to speak but he didn't. Instead the Archangel hummed softly, his hands gently stroking Crowley's back. It felt nice and Crowley's eyes closed. He found himself breathing in rhythm with the other man, smelling the rich scent of the flowers around them. He hummed softly along with Gabriel, his arms sliding around the angel.
Gabriel shifted so they were curled on the ground, face to face, just holding each other gently. His hand moved from Crowley's back to his hair, gently stroking there. The Demon almost purred in contentment.
So much had changed in the past year. Hell was closed off, a demon had wings, and an Archangel was teaching him how to fly, not to mention sleeping with said-demon.
So maybe demons could cuddle after all.