Sorry daddy, I've been naughty Part 4

 When Aziraphale got home from visiting Madame Tracy he wasn't at all surprised to find the table had been set and made ready for dinner.  There were two wine glasses, of course, but only one set up for someone to eat.  He reminded himself that Crowley didn't need to eat as often as he did so only having one plate made sense.  Crowley had been doing a lot of cooking lately and had gotten very good at it.  And he enjoyed watching Aziraphale eat what he cooked.  Aziraphale put the books Madame Tracy had given him on a small table by the door as he looked around the room.  

"Crowley?"  He said as he made his way over to the table.  

"In the kitchen.  Just have a seat, I'll be right there." Crowley had been hoping Aziraphale would take a little bit longer to get home as dinner wasn't quite ready yet.  Aziraphale took his seat and looked at the table.  It was a very lovely set up with good China plates and the wine glass looked to be crystal.  

"Whatever it is you're cooking smells wonderful."  Aziraphale offered with a smile.  His eyes went a little wide when Crowley came out of the kitchen dressed exactly as he had been at Warlock's birthday party.  "Darling, why are you dressed like that?"  

"It's my job to serve you, is it not?"  Crowley raised an eyebrow as he went about pouring the wine.  This was his part of the game.  Aziraphale swallowed as he watched Crowley fill his wine glass.  

"Yes, you are quite right."  Aziraphale managed to nod when he got himself together.  

"May I ask what had you gone for most of the day?"  He kept his eyes on his task as he moved over to fill his own wine glass.  

"I was getting some advice.  In regard to our current activities."  Aziraphale replied, picking up his wine glass and taking a sip.  He sighed happily.  Crowley always did pick the best wines.  

"Anything useful?"  Crowley asked as he set the bottle down and took a sip from his own glass.  

"She insisted that we should have some sort of safe word, just in case."  Aziraphale made a face, not sure what his safe word would be.  

"Aardvark."  Crowley said almost before Aziraphale finished talking.  

"Pardon?"  Aziraphale raised an eyebrow.  

"My safe word.  Aardvark."  Crowley said with a little bit of a grin.  

"Why would you choose that ......oh......really?"  It had taken a moment for Aziraphale to make the connection.  He had had to search back few a couple of millennia of memories.

"Before I ran into you, I'd lost all faith in pretty much everything.  Caligula was......"  Crowley just shook his head.  "Then you showed up and asked me that ridiculous question and dared to tempt me."  He grinned.  "You made me remember that maybe there was still some good in the world.  And that you definitely weren't like the other angels."   

"Oh, well yes."  Aziraphale blushed a little as he sipped his wine again.  He then cleared his throat and gave Crowley his best stern expression.  "Though I believe you're getting a little too familiar with your master, don't you?"  

"Yes, I apologize, massster."  Crowley said with a nod, drawing out the s just a little bit.  

"And where is my dinner?"  He set his wine glass down and cleared his throat.  Being the disciplinarian was proving to be more difficult than he realized.  

"Coming right up, master."  Crowley nodded again and then went into the kitchen.  It only took a few moments for him to get everything ready and brought to the table.  The meal looked absolutely scrumptious.  "Is it to your liking?"  

"We'll have to see, won't we?"  Aziraphale kept his expression even as he took a bite of his dinner.  It took quite a lot to keep from moaning and closing his eyes.  The food was exquisite.  "It's sufficient."  He played it cool.  

"Thank you, master."  Crowley said softly.  He continued to stand next to the table.  

"You may sit while I eat."  Aziraphale indicated the seat across from him.  "But do not touch your wine without asking first."  

"Yes, master."  Crowley nodded and took a seat.  Once he was told he couldn't have the wine without permission it made him want it that much more.  Maybe he'd invented the whole forbidden fruit complex without even realizing it.  

They sat at the able together while Aziraphale ate.  He took his time and only let Crowley get a drink from his wine every few minutes.  He was starting to get used to the idea of control Crowley in that way.  And Crowley did seem to be enjoying himself.  

"May I ask a question?"  Crowley said softly, keeping his eyes down.   Aziraphale slowly chewed the bite he'd just taken as he watched Crowley.  

"You may."  He said finally.  

"Have your chosen your safe word yet?"  Crowley looked at Aziraphale without lifting his head.  

"I'm still considering it."  He had to think of something he wouldn't actually say during sex.  "Do you have a suggestion?"   Aziraphale could tell that Crowley was trying very hard not to smirk.  

"Gabriel."  Crowley said, allowing a small smile.  Aziraphale let out a laugh.  

"Yes, I think that would do quite nicely."  He chuckled and continued eating.  When he was done with his dinner, he looked at Crowley.  "I want you to clear up the table, do the dishes, and then meet me in the bedroom.  Do you understand?"  

"Yes, master."  Crowley said as he got to his feet.  

"And don't dawdle.  I'm feeling a bit impatient this evening."  Aziraphale got to his feet as well and wiped the corners of his mouth with his napkin.  

"Yes, master."  Crowley nodded and started to do as he was told.  Aziraphale gathered up the books he'd gotten from Madame Tracy, as well as the things he'd picked up on the way home and headed to the bedroom.  This was going to be fun.