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]

"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."

[sauntereddownward]

"I, ah, erm, I think..." he stumbled. "I think it's a good idea," he finally said.

It was really a terrible idea. Really terrible.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale looked embarrassed. "I'm... not convinced that you really think so."

[sauntereddownward]

"I'm not convinced it won't end in tears," he replied quietly. "What if I'm...Bad?"

[theangelfell]

"Bad? Like... that it wouldn't be pleasurable?" Aziraphale frowned. "I mean... what if I'm bad?"

[sauntereddownward]

"You can't possibly be bad, Aziraphale, " he replied.

[theangelfell]

"Then neither can you," said Aziraphale softly.

[sauntereddownward]

He didn't know quite what to say, so he kissed him again.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale kissed him back, and then whispered, "We don't have to, really. I love things just how they've been, too."

[sauntereddownward]

"Perhaps, erm, we could give it a go," he said bashfully.

No one else ever saw this side of him, the insecurity and doubt. Only his angel got the worst of him.

[theangelfell]

"But do you want to?" Aziraphale asked, sounding a bit at a loss.

[sauntereddownward]

"Well of course," he replied. "I want to do all manner of things with you."

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale smiled at him, and draw his fingers over Crowley's neck. "How do you want..." He paused. "How do humans decide these things?"

[sauntereddownward]

"I honestly don't know," he laughed softly. "What is on your mind?"