theangelfell | Crowley

Crowley

Aziraphale didn't quite know what to do with himself.

Ever since the night before, when he'd blinked away from Crowley - Crowley who had kissed him. He was confused, and he was having feelings, and he didn't know how to deal with any of them.

So of course he decided to read one of his favorite books.

He put a "CLOSED" sign on the bookshop door, and sat down with a misprinted bible and a cup of tea.

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Aziraphale parted his lips and allowed the deeper kiss. It was wonderful.

Aziraphale has had kisses before. Just twice, and he’d never told Crowley. But neither of those were anything like this.

He knew he should stop this soon, that it was a lot at once, but for right now he was enjoying it very much.

Crowley reached around and cradled the back of Aziraphale's head, keeping him close. The taste of Grace was intoxicating and he was Greedy for it, but more than that sensual draw...Crowley was really enjoying the kiss. Aziraphale wasn't as shy as he'd thought he might be given, well, everything about him. In fact, the demon was rather a bit shocked at how well Aziraphale could kiss.

Aziraphale, meanwhile, was terribly self conscious; though he was enjoying the kiss very much (more than he wanted to admit to himself) he was certain he must be terrible at it. Eventually he pulled away - at least as much as he could with Crowley holding him so close - and gasped, "I - I need to breathe." Which was, of course, not actually true.

Crowley smiled, soft but sly.

"Breathe all you need to," he said, well aware of the angel's lie. He wondered sometimes if all Aziraphale's tiny fibs added up and might just be damning him a bit. Probably not, he thought. It had been centuries worth of little white lies and the angel was still quite the angel.

Aziraphale's cheeks flushed a little; just looking Crowley in the eyes made him terribly self conscious. "You've probably kissed lots of people," he said.

"None that I can recall right now," he replied softly, nearly purring.

Aziraphale flushed even darker. "Honestly, Crowley."

"Awwohh...shut up," he admonished.

"Maybe this is just a dream," Aziraphale murmured.

"Hardly. Don't fool yourself, angel. Accept a kiss as a kiss," Crowley replied.

"And that's all it is," Aziraphale said, somewhere between a statement and a question. "A kiss?"

Crowley scoffed.

"What more could it be. You're and angel. I'm a demon. Enemies, right? Not as if we, after thousands of years, might have fee...affec...a nice working relationship," he said.

Aziraphale's face fell a little. "Right, of course," he said. "Well, I think it's been quite a lot for me, tonight. It's time I go home, I think."

"No, no. Stay. You still haven't had Sex on the Beach," he said as he tugged at his hand.

That response didn't really help Aziraphale's anxiety. But he leaned in and kissed Crowley’s cheek. He wasn’t angry; he didn’t expect Crowley to be anything but what he was. “I don’t think so,” he said. “But I’ll see you tomorrow.”

"No....Aziraphale, wait," he called as the angel slipped from his grasp.

"... what?" Axiraphale said quietly as he took a step away from him.

"...Didn't you want to swim with sharks?" Crowley said lamely.

"Not today, darling," Aziraphale said. "Another time."

Crowley opened his mouth to make a new protest, but promptly shut it again. This hadn't gone according to plan at all.

"Tea at the Ritz, then?" he suggested, trying another angle.

Aziraphale almost agreed, but then realized he was a coward and knew that he wouldn't know what to do if Crowley kissed him again.

He stepped towards him again and gave Crowley a quick hug. "Tomorrow, maybe," he suggested.

"W-we-w-Well, what if we go feed the ducks, then?" he tried again. His attempts to wile weren't usually thwarted so very well. Or, rather, hadn't been for a few centuries now.

"Crowley," Aziraphale sighed. Apparently he was being forced to be direct. "I'm not upset, and you've done nothing wrong, but you... you've thrown me into a bit of an emotional tailspin and I can't be around you while I'm processing it. I just need a moment."

"Oh."

So that was how it was, A moment. He knew Aziraphale's moments could last for years, sometimes. He didn't like the thought of that at all.

"Well...alright."

"Just a moment," Aziraphale promised him, and then smiled gently at him... before blinking away.

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sauntereddownward - 2019-08-18 23:00 (UTC) - Expand

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