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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[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.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale kissed him back, sliding one hand to his cheek as their bodies pressed together.

[sauntereddownward]

The demon was happy to kiss him while he squirmed around, trying to get as close as he could.

As close as he could had him on top of the angel, kissing him greedily.

[theangelfell]

"Crowley," Aziraphale whispered between kisses, "what would you think if we... I want more. Of you."

[sauntereddownward]

"Do you mean intercourse, angel?" Crowley asked, instantly nervous.

[theangelfell]

The way that Crowley said it made Aziraphale immediately second guess himself. "Do you think it's a bad idea?" he said hastily. "We're not ready? Or it's inappropriate? I - we don't have to."