Love Me
Written for Lily Rose' Challenge:
to put the following quotes into a Good Omens spec:-
"There is no remedy for sex except more sex."
"Virginity can be cured."
"Sex is dirty only if it's done right."
"Love your neighbor, but don't get caught."
"Love is a hole in the heart."
"Love is a matter of chemistry. Sex is a matter of physics."
"Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence."
"There is no difference between a wise man and a fool when they fall in love."
Here we go people.....
Note: I, Myself and my Soul had absolutely nothing to do with this spec, however My Muse and my Voices and the saying about idle hands and the Devil makeing work for them are fully, 100% resonsible for this paticular spec.
Disclaimer: I own natta, I make no money and I mean no harm! I come in peace, honest!!
"There is no difference between a wise man and a fool when they fall in love." Aziraphale sighed as he stirred his coffee in the little white ceramic cup with a silver teaspoon that a few moments previously had been one of those little white coffee-stirrers that almost always made a few second work into a bloody chore (Crowley was especialy pleased with them) but was currently very happy indeed being a spoon. Crowley grinned as he sipped at his mineral water and turned his attention back on the couple they had been surveying.
"I'm not saying otherwise, but you're not seeing the whole picture here. Look, see him?" Crowley pointed to the man and Aziraphale nodded "His philosophy is 'Sex is dirty only if it's done right.'. Now what dose that tell you?"
"It makes no diffrence, I tell you. They are in love."
"And how can you tell? Hmm? Tell me that?"
Aziraphale looked at him seriously "Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence." he stated. Crowley did a double take.
"You what?" he managed.
"You really are a thick as two short, oh what do you call them..." Aziraphale snapped his fingers irritably in precisely the way which made Crowley see him not as an Angel but as something else. Being a demon, Crowley had long ago severd ties with emotions, good ones anyway. He really couldn't recognise love when he saw it, even when it happend to himself. He grinned as only he could, like a snake. Aziraphale stopped waveing his arms around like something off the chicken tonight ad and smiled back. He loved Crowleys grin...
"Short planks." Crowley helped and they both had to shake their heads to clear them.
"Yes, those. Listen dear boy, as you yourself said, Angels are oversensitive, ok?"
"Ok, Ok." They continued to watch the couple. Crowley chuckled and Aziraphale shot him a questioning look. "It's her. She's thinking 'There is no remedy for sex except more sex.' And with what he's thinking..." Crowley chuckled again but met only with Aziraphale rolling his eyes. Abruptly his eyes stopped rolling and met the Demons now steady gaze. Love, Aziraphale thought as one of Crowley's hands reached across the table and caught one of his, is a hole in the heart.
Crowley's heart was beating harder than a drum as he picked up his Angel's hand and pressed it to his lips. There were things running through both their minds, but strangely they both though of one thing at the very same time. Love thy neighbor, but don't get caught.
Afterwards as the sun was setting Aziraphale looked fondly down at his lover who was smileing up at him.
"Dose this mean you love me then, 'Zira?" Crowley asked. The Angel smiled not any broader but it somehow became mischevious without moveing.
"Love is a matter of chemistry." was his answer. Crowley let a soft hiss escape as hemoved quickly to change positions with the Angel.
"And Sex is a matter of physics." He mutterd before they were both silenced in a long kiss.
The End
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