Crowley

[theangelfell]

Alcuin had seemed slightly horrified by what he'd just revealed to a stranger in a bookshop, but when Aziraphale opened his arms and Alcuin fell into them, he knew the young man would immediately feel better. He rubbed his back and said quietly, "It's all right, my dear. None of this is your fault."

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[theangelfell]

Aziraphale moaned into the kiss. He didn't like the thought that he might be a hedonist, or even greedy, but how could there be anything wrong with this? He wrapped his arms tightly around Crowley's neck.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley smiled against his mouth.

"You do taste like Grace, though," he murmured. "So not all that sinful, really."

[theangelfell]

"What... what does grace taste like?" asked Aziraphale breathlessly.

[sauntereddownward]

That made Crowley pause. And pull away. He opened his mouth to speak.

And closed it.

Tired again. And closed it again.

The demon pursed his lips in thought.

"It's an acquired taste," he decided.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale blinked him. "I, um. Good?"

[sauntereddownward]

"Yes! Exactly," he nodded. "Good. Exactly that."

[theangelfell]

"I taste good?" Aziraphale offered.

[sauntereddownward]

"No," Crowley admonished. "You taste like Good."

[theangelfell]

"Ummmm okay," Aziraphale said, still confused, and kissed him again.

[sauntereddownward]

"What do I taste like?" he asked. Aziraphale clearly didn't know what he was talking about...probably because he couldn't taste himself.