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]

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."

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale shivered. "I didn't... I didn't say that..."

[sauntereddownward]

"Greedy, greedy," he whispered in his ear before finding his mouth and kissing him deeply.

[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.