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“I don’t know about this.” Aziraphale gestures to her dress, as she walks down the stairs of the bookshop. “I’m not quite sure it fits me.”
Crowley does everything in her power to keep her jaw from hitting the floor. It’s a light blue, knee-length halter dress, with a silky fabric that flares out at the bottom to create almost an A shape. The neckline is so low-cut that the woman’s soft, stretch-mark-adorned breasts threaten to spill out on either side at every movement she makes. Even in this minimal lighting, with the curtains drawn shut and only the flicker of electric candles illuminating the room, it’s clear that Aziraphale is unsure.
“If you want to use the safeword, you can,” Crowley assures her.
“Thank you, but I think I’m okay,” Aziraphale says, playing with the skirt of her dress.
“Okay, but you can use it at any point, alright?”
“Yes, Crowley, I know.”
“Good. Are you ready?”
“Yes.” Aziraphale smiles, giddily.
“Good girl.”
Crowley slowly and quietly walks towards Aziraphale, who’s still at the bottom of the staircase, and reaches for the lavender silk shibari rope that was left on a bookshelf after the last time they used it.
Unraveling the rope, Crowley finds the center and places it carefully behind Aziraphale’s neck, draping it over her shoulders, and tying a simple knot in the back between her shoulder blades to create a loop. She leaves a quick kiss on Aziraphale’s lips, before tying a second knot in the front, just above her collarbones, a third in the center of her sternum, and a fourth in the center of her ribcage, and a fifth in front of her belly button.
The final knot is Crowley’s favorite. She ties it right in line with Aziraphale’s clit.
Aziraphale inhales softly as Crowley taps her inner thigh, signaling for her to open her legs, so Crowley can bring the rope between them.
She pulls the rope up through the loop that lies between her shoulder blades and separates it to bring one side across the left side of her body, and the other across the right. She guides the rope through the loop of the top knot in the front and does this once for each of the following knots, bringing it around Aziraphale several times, until all that’s left to do is weave the leftover rope up and down her back.
The woman in rope shivers as Crowley traces her fingers softly above each of the lines she just made so carefully.
Taking more rope, she ties each of Aziraphale’s wrists to either side of the staircase’s railings. Once the wrists are tied, she moves on to the ankles, tying them to the bottom of the railings, leaving Aziraphale completely open and vulnerable, save for the thin bit of fabric of her dress.
Then Crowley walks away.
“Crowley? Where are you going?”
“Did I say you could ask me questions, slut?” Crowley asks, alluringly.
Aziraphale shakes her head, face red with gleeful embarrassment.
“Respond when I ask you a question.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Crowley continues her walk to the front of the bookshop.
Aziraphale’s heart races as she realizes what’s about to happen.
Crowley draws the blinds open, one by one, allowing the eyes of passersby into their scene—though a quick miracle makes sure nobody can actually see inside. Aziraphale doesn’t need to know that.
Aziraphale’s face reddens even further.
Crowley puts her hair up, and walks back over, smiling.
“Is this all okay?” Crowley asks.
“Yes,” Azriaphale responds, nodding feverishly. Her body yearns for pleasure—aches for it—and Crowley is beyond willing to provide.
Crowley once again begins tracing soft lines against Aziraphale’s soft skin. Between her breasts, along her arms, down her sides—anywhere open and available is where Crowley touches.
Then, once even Crowley isn’t able to stand the wait any longer, she undoes the tie of the halter of Aziraphale’s dress, moving it expertly underneath the rope until her breasts hang heavily through the openings in the rope, and her rosy, pink nipples are on full display. Crowley takes the rest of the dress off, leaving all of Aziraphale’s body visible.
Crowley backs up for a moment, admiring the sight in front of her. Aziraphale’s face is a light shade of pink, clearly still getting used to being adored in this way. She’s looking rather impatient now—good, that’s just how Crowley likes her.
“Beg,” Crowley teases.
“Pardon?” Aziraphale’s eyes widen slightly.
“Beg me to touch you.”
Squirming slightly and blushing profusely, Aziraphale begs, “please? I need you.”
“Really? It doesn’t sound like it. Beg harder—louder.”
Aziraphale whines, “please! I need you!”
“For what?”
“Crowley!”
“Tell me exactly what you want.”
Shivering with anticipation, Aziraphale loudly admits, “I need you to suck my clit—make me come—please!”
“Someone’s a desperate little whore tonight.”
Aziraphale makes a soft, desperate sound, something akin to a moan or a whine.
Crowley steps forward. “So needy.” She takes one of Azirphale’s tits into her hand, lightly rubbing circles into her now-hardened nipple. The moans that Aziraphale lets out are like music to Crowley. She takes the other tit into her free hand and lifts the peak of it into her mouth, bending over a bit to make it more comfortable.
With her tongue, Crowley traces the outline of the nipple, before sucking on it hard, and then grazing it lightly with her teeth.
“Oh fuck, Crowley, don’t stop!” Aziraphale moans, attempting to shut her legs, before remembering that her ankles are tied to the railing.
Crowley stops. “I’m sorry, have you forgotten who’s in charge here, slut?” She stands back up straight, and takes Aziraphale’s face into her fingertips on one hand.
“Sorry ma’am,” Aziraphale practically breathes in response, eyes closed.
“Good girl.”
Crowley takes the woman’s breasts into her hands again, thumbing over the nipples, before tilting her head back up to kiss Aziraphale’s lips. She sucks on her bottom lip, and slips her tongue into the woman’s mouth, taking in the sensation. Aziraphale moans into the kiss. Crowley bites her bottom lip ever-so-gently, and then pulls away.
Aziraphale fusses at the lack of contact, until Crowley bends back down to take the tit she hadn’t yet sucked on into her mouth. She licks the nipple, gently sucking on it, and caressing it with her hand. Then she pulls her head back, and traces her fingers down Aziraphale’s stomach, all the way to her thighs—kneeling down to follow her fingers. She places a kiss on the woman’s inner thigh, as she moans and whines a symphony, loudly enough for the neighbors to be able to hear—if Crowley hadn’t placed that miracle over the shop.
The feeling of risk and exposure that comes with being touched like this so openly just serves to turn Aziraphale on more.
“Crowley please—I’m begging you—make me come! Fuck- please!”
Crowley obliges and runs her fingers along the underside of her sopping wet folds, making Aziraphale shiver.
Laying her tongue flat against her bottom lip, Crowley leans in as closely as she can, bracing her hands around Aziraphale’s thighs, and moves her jaw in a motion that allows her tongue to grace Aziraphale’s clit, lightly. Aziraphale cries out in pleasure.
Taking that as her cue to keep going, Crowley speeds up her movements, licking and sucking on the woman’s clit. Aziraphale finds herself nearly screaming, with little regard for the passersby of the shop. Her hips and knees buckle as much as they can with her still being tied to the staircase. Her back arches. Crowley sucks harder.
Aziraphale breathes as deeply as she can, shutting her eyes to take in every glorious sensation.
A final lick sends Aziraphale over the edge, and she moans and screams and wails, as her body convulses, sending rushes of pleasure throughout her body.
The sensation ebbs, until eventually, Crowley pulls away, and Aziraphale’s body goes lax against the rope holding her up.
Standing back up, Crowley puts a gentle hand to Aziraphale’s cheek.
“How do you feel, darling?”
Aziraphale, looking a little dazed, responds, “marvelous.”
Crowley laughs softly. “Good.”
Crowley unties all of the rope that kept Aziraphale bound to the staircase and then removes the shibari dress that she tied around her.
The two women make their way up the stairs to Aziraphale’s bedroom for aftercare, during which they cuddle, and Aziraphale reads a book to Crowley. They fall asleep like that and wake up hours later to find themselves completely at peace.