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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[sauntereddownward]

"Oh, don't make me vomit. I'm so much better than he is in every way imaginable," he said, genuinely offended.

[theangelfell]

"Of course you are," Aziraphale soothed, and moved closer to him again. "I do like him, Crowley, but I don't want him. I have a very specific type."

[sauntereddownward]

The demon was still smarting and pouted a bit so Aziraphale could see how put out he was.

"What's your specific type?" he asked, not at all sly. He liked to hear nice things about himself.

[theangelfell]

"Well I don't like young men," Aziraphale said quietly, and draped an arm over his shoulder. "Or blondes."

[sauntereddownward]

"Then what do you like?" he asked, easing tighter against Aziraphale as he fished for compliments.

[theangelfell]

"Tall... lanky... older... redheads," Aziraphale offered, and bit his lip.

[sauntereddownward]

"I imagine if that's what you go for..." he sighed heavily. It wasn't particularly flattering, but the way the angel bit his lip with that look in his eye...

That was Nice.

[theangelfell]

"But really, it's just... you," Aziraphale said softly. "My type is Crowley." And he waved a hand towards the bookshop door, and it locked and the sign turned to "closed."

[sauntereddownward]

"Just me?" he asked, though he knew Aziraphale wouldn't lie. He just liked hearing it.

[theangelfell]

"Just you," said Aziraphale quietly, and moved a little closer.

Aziraphale had no idea how to be sexy. If he tried, he would almost certainly fail miserably.

He wasn't trying right now, but...

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley was terribly seduced, nonetheless, and with his ego soothed he gently laid his hand on the angel's waist and kissed him.

[theangelfell]

When the kiss broke, Aziraphale put a hand to Crowley's face. "My love. There will never be anyone but you."

[sauntereddownward]

"As it should be," the demon purred and kissed him again, this time with heat as he tugged at the angel's clothes.

[theangelfell]

"And for you?" Aziraphale murmured, almost a gasp.

Okay, he was the one fishing now.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley steeled himself.

"I l-love only you, angel. Above all others All others."

Ooh, that stung his tongue a bit.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale's eyes went wide, and he smiled, absolutely glowing. Looking for all the world nothing had ever made him happier in his entire existence. He didn't even respond right away, because he was too busy being so happy.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley watched him smile, sure he'd never seen anything more beautiful. Stars weren't as luminous.

"Forever you," he promised him quietly.

[theangelfell]

"Oh darling, I love you too," whispered Aziraphale, and put his hands on either side of Crowley's face and kissed him deeply.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley's slender hands eased down Aziraphale's waist to come to rest on his bum. Kissing the angel had fast become his favorite thing to do. His poor houseplants were feeling so neglected.

[theangelfell]

"Can... can we spend the rest of the day in bed?" Aziraphale asked when the kiss broke, cheeks flushing.

[sauntereddownward]

"You really are a sinful little hedonist," Crowley said slyly. His grin spread slow...and wide.

Then he caught the angel's hand and abruptly dragged him to the bed.

[theangelfell]

"How can it be a sin if it's about love?" Aziraphale sighed, happy to allow himself to be dragged.

[sauntereddownward]

"I think it comes down to degrees, angel," he said. "And you? Are greedy."

He smirked a little, not bothered a bit by greed as he snapped his fingers and did away with the ceremony of undressing, taking them straight to bare.

[theangelfell]

"I'm not," Aziraphale insisted, genuinely embarrassed even as his gaze slid over Crowley's body.

[sauntereddownward]

"Oh, but you are," the demon purred.

Hands ran across Aziraphale's chest and he leaned in to lick along his collar bone.

"Just tell me you don't want more."