Crowley

[theangelfell]

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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[sauntereddownward]

"They're frightful monsters if you're to believe the films," Crowley countered.

[theangelfell]

"One shouldn't," Aziraphale said. "Believe films, that is."

[sauntereddownward]

"Awwohh, I know that. Look how wrong they got The Exorcist," he replied, huffing a bit of a laugh. "Or Rosemary's Baby. That's not how it happened at all."

[theangelfell]

"I quite like It's a Wonderful Life," Aziraphale said pleasantly. "Have you seen that film? It's not how angels work, of course, but it has such a nice lesson."

[sauntereddownward]

"If I were to ring a bell, would you show your wings, angel? A bit...Pavlovian, don't you think?"

[theangelfell]

"I, ah, I don't think that's how that works," Aziraphale said. He was a bit shy about his wings these days; it felt terribly intimate.

[sauntereddownward]

"Ding a ling a ling," Crowley said. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

[theangelfell]

"If you want to show off your wings, be my guest," Aziraphale said. "Though there's no one here but me."

[sauntereddownward]

"That's my point, my dear. No one but us. We can let loose a bit. Really, when was the last time you gave them a good stretch?" he tempted.

[theangelfell]

Crowley made a good point, though Aziraphale was still a bit wary. "I still typically... don't do that in a public place."

[sauntereddownward]

"Then where do you do it? Only in your bedroom with the lights off?" Crowley asked. "Live a little. There's no one around."

[theangelfell]

Crowley was exactly right, actually. He took out his wings to stretch them, when no one else was around. And it wasn't like he admired himself while he did it. "And you, by contrast, stand in front of a full length mirror in a well lit room, likely naked."

[sauntereddownward]

"You know me too well, angel," he replied, removing his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. "Come on. It'll be like old times."

[theangelfell]

"What, you're just going to..." Aziraphale said, watching him, not getting up. "You're not going to strip down entirely are you?"

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley arched a brow and gave Aziraphale a cheeky smile.

"Wouldn't you like to know," he replied. "You'd peek. I know you would."

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale's cheeks went pink. "Honestly," he mumbled.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley unbuttoned his shirt and left it hanging open, but his wings manifested anyway. Large, glossy black wings that he stretched out, giving up a pleasurable groan.

"Oh, that's better. You should try it, angel."

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale always thought Crowley was beautiful. And perhaps never so much as like this.

"Are... are you sure no one can see?" he asked, after realizing that he was staring at Crowley, and looked down at his well-manicured hands.

[sauntereddownward]

"It's a private beach in the middle of nowhere in the Pacific. Who could possibly be watching? Relax, angel. Give them a stretch," he tempted.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale bit his lip briefly, and then very carefully took off his coat. Though that was it - he didn't so much as unbutton his shirt. So it ripped when his wings unfurled, but it did feel awfully good, and he sighed.

[sauntereddownward]

"See now? That's better, isn't it?" Crowley said. "Give 'em a good stretch. Can't exactly indulge like this in London, now can we?"

[theangelfell]

"Oh that's very nice," Aziraphale admitted with another soft sigh. He had to admit, Crowley had been right about this. Though now he felt hot, like his clothes were stifling him.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley flipped open the top button of his very tight jeans.

"Would you care to go for a swim?" he asked.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale's eyes flicked down to Crowley's fingers on his jeans, then said, "I... suppose I could magic back the bathing costume."

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley took a deep breath and sighed. This diabolical plan wasn't going as he'd hoped.

"Yes, yes, alright. Do that," he said, waving a hand and doing away with the ceremony of undressing and simply appearing in a pair of black trunks with flames on them. Guy Fieri would have been jealous.