Crowley

[theangelfell]

"Someone hit on me at the bookshop today," Aziraphale said conversationally as he changed into his pajamas beside Crowley's bed.

They'd talked about getting a new place together, but it hadn't happened yet, and for whatever reason they found themselves more frequently at Crowley's place than Aziraphale's. But now Aziraphale kept pajamas and nice smelling soap here.

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[sauntereddownward]

Crowley pulled a face of disgust, though his back was to Aziraphale and he couldn't be seen.

"Did they now?" he replied, curious as to if this was going to have a point to it

[theangelfell]

"I was just thinking," Aziraphale said as he finished buttoning his pajama top, "that this hardly ever happened before. It seems to more often now. Do you think something's changed? Do you think people can... tell?"

[sauntereddownward]

"Can tell what?" he asked, just a smidge too annoyed to sound as worried as he was that he, too, might be caught out.

[theangelfell]

"That... I don't know..." Aziraphale blushed a little as he climbed into bed. "That I'm not innocent, I suppose."

[sauntereddownward]

"Why on earth would that make you more appealing?" Crowley asked, back to the angel as he slithered out of his clothes.

[theangelfell]

"I don't know, do you think it's just a coincidence?" Aziraphale said, embarrassed.

[sauntereddownward]

"I'm sure it is," he lied. "Just your imagination."

Something neither of them had to any degree the way humans did. Crowley did envy their imaginations.

[theangelfell]

"Oh," said Aziraphale, and settled into the bed, pulling up the blankets over him.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley settled in beside him on his back, rigid as a board.

Oooh, but that sting of jealousy just wouldn't go away.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale hadn't expected Crowley to be upset by the question, and he rolled over onto his side and realized that perhaps he should clarify, "I didn't reciprocate, of course!"

[sauntereddownward]

"You didn't? " he asked, though deep down he knew the truth. Of course the angel wouldn't. He had no reason to be a twat.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale looked offended. "Why... why would I have done that?"

[sauntereddownward]

"I don't know. Maybe now you want to show your oats a bit," he grumbled.

[theangelfell]

Now he looked more than offended. He looked annoyed. "Seriously?"

[sauntereddownward]

And Crowley instantly felt about two inches tall.

"...maybe?" the demon replied, sounding much less jealous and much more sheepish.

[theangelfell]

"Are you projecting?" Aziraphale asked, suddenly sounding alarmed. "Have you been reciprocating when people make advances at you?"

[sauntereddownward]

"No one makes passes at me," he assured Aziraphale. He was far too prickly to be attractive for very long.

[theangelfell]

"I find that difficult to believe," Aziraphale said.

[sauntereddownward]

"And yet, remarkably, it's the truth," he replied. "People think it's fun to flirt with evil. Stupid."

[theangelfell]

"That's why I assumed you'd be... popular," Aziraphale said cautiously. "You're like the ultimate... bad boy."

[sauntereddownward]

"Angel, you are literally the only being in the universe who can tolerate me for more than ten minutes," he replied, rolling to face him.

[theangelfell]

"That's because I'm the only being in the universe that you let see the real you," Aziraphale said.

[sauntereddownward]

"And I'd be happy to keep it that way, thank you very much," Croqley replied.

[theangelfell]

"Lucky me," Aziraphale said with a smiled, and leaned in to kiss him.

[sauntereddownward]

All his bristle vanished and he wriggled closer so he could kiss the angel properly.