Log, Ongoing

[saunturing-down.livejournal.com]

When; Feb 23rd, Sex Lives curse, around 9 AM
Rating; um...talking about sex, so around R to NC-17
Characters; Lyra lyra_of_dust, Nill caged_song, Crowley saunturing_down, and Aziraphale wingedly
Summary; Crowley is (or isn't?) affected by the curse, and has the urge to talk about his and Az's sex life at the breakfast table.
Log;

Crowley yawned as he entered the kitchen, stretching and arching his back before plopping down at the breakfast table. He was still in his dark pajamas, and his hair was sticking up in interesting directions. His yellow eyes were heavy-lidded and sleepy, as if he had just woken up and stumbled to the kitchen right then and there.

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[wingedly.livejournal.com]

This was a rather distressing state of affairs, for the angel had seemed completely unable to speak a word all morning, certainly due to the fact that he had practically drained himself of every last drop of angelic defenses when attempting to heal the demon he cared for, so dearly. And as this had really never occurred before, the aftereffects were an entirely new experience that he hadn’t been able to have the pleasure of dealing with until at present, where he helplessly made a small breathless noise from the back of his throat and blushed deeply in the process, looking forlorn as he made his way into the dining area of their flat. Adorning a rather unnecessary white apron over his everyday clothing, the unwillingly mute Aziraphale began to set the table for breakfast with the proper amount of steaming tea cups next to their choices of compliments, plates filled with assorted things like eggs, sausages, and biscuits, along with a few utensils and napkins so that everything could at least be a bit more tidy than things had turned out to be, as of late.

Instead of taking a seat to enjoy all the hard labors that being a habitual early riser in the obscene hours of that morning could produce, the angel all but sagged against the wooden doorframe of the kitchen’s entrance and watched with a highly concerned pair of warm cobalt eyes as the demon entered from their bedroom, looking particularly disheveled. To at least his delicate calculations, the sleepy figure of Crowley appeared to be doing just fine, though it could have been prompted by the way he’d been touched like that—

"Are you all right?" Quickly trying to punish his wandering thoughts while a blush across his pale cheeks told all, the angel mouthed the honest question with a worried frown to accompany it, blue eyes wide.

[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

Lyra headed into the kitchen, already dressed, though she hadn't bothered to brush her hair. Pantalaimon was at her heels, fully alert.

She didn't bother to say anything beyond "Morning" as she sat down at the table, Pantalaimon settling into her lap as she began piling food onto her plate.

[caged-song.livejournal.com]

Nill soon followed, the last of the bedheads to reach the dining area. Her wings were a bit ruffled and her hair was slightly tousled but other than that alright. The girl had found no reason to change out of her nightshirt just yet, and thus had gone to the table in it.

She let out a soundless yawn before taking a biscuit and nibbling on it. Nill never had much of an appetite, but at least she still ate.

[saunturing-down.livejournal.com]

Crowley had risen to his feet when Az entered and sauntered over to the angel, nuzzling against his cheek and slipping his arm around the angel's waist.

"I'm fine, angel, how are you?"

However, before he could get a reply, both Nill and Lyra wandered in, and he moved away towards the table, ruffling Lyra's hair in an oddly affectionate jesture before he plopped down next to the two girls.

"Sit down and eat, Az." Crowley stated, nudging the last chair out with his foot. "Looksssss good."

[wingedly.livejournal.com]

Rather utterly relieved to hear of Crowley’s apparent good health, Aziraphale couldn’t seem to shake the faint blush that crossed over the bridge of his nose at the loving gesture he received, seemingly becoming quite satisfied with the condition his counterpart appeared to be in. Smiling brightly once they all began to enter the room in order to have the breakfast he prepared, the angel moved to take a seat at the previous statement, grasping a nearby biscuit and placing a good amount of jam atop it having already taken the liberty of a well deserved cup of honey tea beforehand.

He would have made a concerned inquiry about the rest of their quite unlikely family sort of collection they seemed to have stumbled upon these past few days, though due to the fact that the angel had unintentionally lost the ability to speak after last night’s healing process, there seemed to be no other way to calculate the young children’s well being other than glancing at both girls and trying to observe whether or not they required anything else, worried frown in place upon his outer expression.

[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

"Well, after all the stuff that happened last week, things had better stay calm for a few days," Lyra commented in between mouthfuls.

"Aziraphale, are you all right? You haven't said anything," she glanced up, concerned.

[caged-song.livejournal.com]

Nill nodded, ever silently in response to Lyra's comment.

The biscuit was yummy, and the mute was still nibbling on it, she was only half-way done with it.

Her gaze flicked toward the older angel, Lyra was right...Usually Aziraphale would have said something by now...but he was rather quiet...today.

[saunturing-down.livejournal.com]

Crowley shrugged. "Yeah, that's cause he used up most of his angelic power yesterday. So his body's recouping today." he stated, in explination.

[wingedly.livejournal.com]

Satisfied at the lovely picture everyone made sitting together like this, it actually didn't seem to be proving a vast hindrance that the angel couldn't precisely speak a word today, and he merely offered both the girls a bright, fond smile in order to reassure them that he was in perfect health albeit a tad exhausted from last night's escapades. Gently touching the side of Crowley's forearm in thanks for having to explain to the children how he had gotten like this, Aziraphale continued to sip at what was left of his tea from that morning and chewed thoughtfully upon his biscuit, still smiling rather widely. Pulling a rather innocent look, he leaned forward just a bit in order to hand Nill a second napkin just in case as well as Lyra, while nudging his foot against the demon's leg from underneath the table in a fond gesture.

[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

Lyra smiled brightly in response.

"Well, considering how awful all the curses were last week... I bet everyone's just going to do their best to relax for a few days... At least it could have been worse," she commented cheerfully.

[caged-song.livejournal.com]

Nill took the napkin, and gave a quick nod of thanks to Mister Aziraphale for the kind gesture.

Finishing up her biscuit, she shyly took another...well...they were yummy biscuits...so how could she not help herself?

Hmmm? It could have been worse...? Alfons had been shot...and there was t-the...wall moaning curse...t-thing...that was really scary...If there was worse...Nill couldn't imagine it...

[saunturing-down.livejournal.com]

"True enough." Crowley agreed in response to Lyra, though at the angel's urging, he did take a napkin, but ended up just holding it out to Aziraphale with a smirk. "I hear there's a cursssse on today, too."

[wingedly.livejournal.com]

Playing games, my dear? the angel mouthed to the other with an amused warmth crossing over his mild expression, glad of the fact that at the very least the two girls had complied with his gesture and used their napkins, properly. Plucking the fabric from Crowley's fingers, Aziraphale tucked it over his counterpart's lap with a flourish of his deft hands and smiled proudly, noticing with a warmth in his heart just then how much Nill appeared to grow fond of his biscuits.

[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

"A curse? what sort of curse? These biscuits are good!" Lyra wasn't really paying attention as she continued to eat.

[caged-song.livejournal.com]

Nill continued nibbling on her biscuit, enjoying it slowly and watching the others wide-eyed.

A curse today...? Her curiosity sparked...what was today's curse...?

[saunturing-down.livejournal.com]

Crowley looked mildly amused. "It'ssssss everyone talking about their ssssssex lives. Like why the reason Az's power is drained is because we did it while he was healing me."

[wingedly.livejournal.com]

The very much guilty angel in question promptly stopped chewing upon his biscuit almost instantly, dropping the poor pastry without a spare thought other than a controlled ?!!!?? coupled with a bright cobalt stare toward the demon, swallowing dryly in suppressed dread at how this lovely breakfast ordeal may in fact turn out. Gesturing wildly to both girls with a shake of his head in a fruitless attempt to distract them, Aziraphale sighs heavily and glances at Crowley in horror, trying to explain to any who would listen that this was certainly not family oriented material and that they had never done that the night previous, however truthful it appeared to become by the angel's blush.