Thirst Trap

[lemmehulksmash]

THIRST MEME

A simple meme for simple tastes. Because, occasionally, you just wanna turn your brain off.

No thoughts. Just thirst.

how do
- Comment with your character and preferences. Include a picture if you feel so inclined.
- Others will reply and admit if they are, indeed, thirsty for them.
- People can be as...descriptive about what they'd want as need be.
- Will anyone come clean, or will meme stay dirty?

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[bookcollection]

I desire you....

[gowithstyle]

[ Crowley looks like all the air got punched out of him. ]

Oh.

[bookcollection]

What....

[Did that translate incorrectly?]

[gowithstyle]

It's a good "oh", Angel. Means I'm glad we're on the same page.

[ For once. ]

[bookcollection]

[Why does he feel as though he's shared a rather promiscuous secret?]

It's not too much?

[gowithstyle]

No. In fact, you should continue telling me different ways you yearn for me.

[ He's grinning. ]

[bookcollection]

[Do not make the poor angel flustered.]

Those thoughts are private.

[gowithstyle]

How about this: for everything you share, I'll share something as well.

[bookcollection]

[Heavens!

He's sets Crowley with a bit of a look followed by a soft sigh. How does the angel even begin to put his feelings into words?

Without feeling embarrassed or exposed.

Very well-]

I yearn-

To know what my hand feels like in yours.

[gowithstyle]

[ Damn, that's — romantic. It makes Crowley go all soft and fuzzy. ]

Yeah? That can be arranged.

[bookcollection]

[What are you looking for, demon?

He's a soft, purified angel.]

O-oh?

[gowithstyle]

Mhm. My turn, then.

[ He hesitates, though. Does he dare? ]

I yearn to know what it's like to — kiss you.

[bookcollection]

[Aziraphale's breath catches within his chest in response to Crowley's confession. Those angel bright eyes go wide in surprise, both eyebrows raising. His cheeks are clearly a soft pink now. Skin slightly hot. ]

Crowley.....

[gowithstyle]

Too much?

[ That blush is very lovely. ]

[bookcollection]

[His eyes soften and he gives a shake of his head.]

Not at all.

[gowithstyle]

Good. I believe it's your turn.

[bookcollection]

[Heaven and Hell on the other hand.]

I yearn for you to kiss me.

[gowithstyle]

[ Crowley closes the distance between them at that point, reaching out to tip Aziraphale's head up. ]

May I?

[bookcollection]

[Aziraphale can't deny that he's often imagined this specific moment and how it would play out. What Crowley's lips would taste like, feel against his own. It's very unangel like, isn't it?

An angel shouldn't feel such ways and for a demon? Lord, will bells alarm in heaven? He'll?

And yet the temptation has him locked in and Crowley's scent alone is intoxicating. Have they actually been this close before that hasn't involved the demon threatening him in some fashion?

The room is still, silent with only the soft pace of both their breathing.]

Please?

[gowithstyle]

[ A smile quirks his lips, before he's leaning in to press their mouths together. Gently, softly, so softly. It's a sweet, chaste kiss. ]

[bookcollection]

[Oh! Crowley was actually being serious. Not that Aziraphale doubted his word but that doesn't ease the initial shock of the demon going forward with his actions.

It's catches the angel off guard slightly but the kiss is welcomed. Nothing aggressive or hasty.

Gentle. Soft.

Perfect.]

[gowithstyle]

[ At the same time, one of his hands finds Aziraphales, and he laces their fingers together. Perfect, indeed. ]

[bookcollection]

[The feeling alone is euphoric. The way their bodies seem to mold perfectly together in such a tender moment.

It's something out of one of those romance novels.

Gently his fingers lace with Crowley's own in return.]