[ He thinks about it some more, then reaches over to gently catch Crowley's chill and tilt his head up, so he can place another gentle kiss, this one on his lips.
Just getting it right, you see. ]
Will you be off somewhere today, dear?
[ That damned smile. Only because Crowley's worked so hard for it. ]
[ It's not like Aziraphale ever sells any books, anyway. Even if the shop was open, Crowley would probably hang around in snake form scaring all the humans away.
So instead he's just going to kiss his angel breathless. ]
[ It looks like Crowley is very hard at work in keeping the angel's books exactly where they are. He does quite appreciate the help.
And it should take more of an effort to leave an angel breathless, but, you know, demons and their evil ways.
When he does pull back, - not far, by that matter - he is indeed flustered and smiling in a way he's practically swooning. Give him a moment to gather his thoughts. ]
[ Crowley is certainly very proud of himself for tempting the angel into sloth as often as he does. He doesn’t think Aziraphale ever spent much time sleeping or lying around in bed before.
But it is very nice, lounging around with a very lovely, very soft angel. Even if he has to wait for said angel to fold his dressing gown neatly before snogging him again.
It’s almost funny, how much time they spend lying in bed, half-naked and kissing, and the subject of sex still hasn’t come up. Or maybe not so funny. Crowley figures they’ll get around to it eventually. ]
[ Perhaps the angel truly has fallen, because his habits have changed almost drastically ever since they chose to share a living space. Which, well, as far as actual normal living spaces go, Aziraphale just kept himself to the bookshop. He didn't even have a bed to lazily lounge on.
It's a welcomed change, all for the company and shared comfort. And, well, the snogging is clearly not bad. Not bad at all. Quite enjoyable actually.
He might have just given into the demon's tempting, a little bit.]
[ He's barely done setting the gown down on a chair before he's kissed again, and he instinctively rests a hand on Crowley's arm, just holding onto it gingerly. ]
[ He means it. Doing anything - everything - with Aziraphale is all Crowley wants in the universe.
It’s really nice that he wears pajamas now that don’t have starched collars, because he likes to trail his lips down Aziraphale’s neck from time to time. He’s doing it now, in fact. ]
[ He has his arms around the demon, holding him gently, trying to not be too distracted by the kisses that he can't keep up the conversation. Manners and all.
[ He goes to answer but falters with a quiet, slightly embarrassed huff.
It should be literally no one's surprised that he isn't great at keeping up with modern fashion these days. ]
That is the fashion, isn't it... [ He doesn't really seem very warmed up to the idea. But the demon's probably well aware where the angel will be fussy or not. ]
Oh- [ But his protest is interrupted, as Crowley now, apparently, has way too much power to simply shut him up when he starts kicking up a fuss or rambling.
It's Aziraphale's own fault for putting that arrow on his quiver, really. ]
[ Crowley hums happily into the kiss, hands still wandering a bit. If he’s being too forward, Aziraphale can tell him to stop. But he’s never let his hands go below the waist. Just skims them over the angel’s tummy, his sides. ]
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[ Aziraphale's kisses are always so nice. ]
I'm glad you... reciprocate.
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Just getting it right, you see. ]
Will you be off somewhere today, dear?
[ That damned smile. Only because Crowley's worked so hard for it. ]
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I didn't have anything planned. Why, are you kicking me out? Going to actually open the shop?
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Unless you any other suggestions.
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Angel, I'm here to tempt you, every single day, to keep the shop closed and come back to bed with me.
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Well, it can't quite be helped, can it? With a wile old serpent thwarting my efforts in such a manner.
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OH, at this rate, who knows when the shop will ever open again...]
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So instead he's just going to kiss his angel breathless. ]
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And it should take more of an effort to leave an angel breathless, but, you know, demons and their evil ways.
When he does pull back, - not far, by that matter - he is indeed flustered and smiling in a way he's practically swooning. Give him a moment to gather his thoughts. ]
You mentioned going back to bed...?
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[ Crowley is certainly very proud of himself for tempting the angel into sloth as often as he does. He doesn’t think Aziraphale ever spent much time sleeping or lying around in bed before.
But it is very nice, lounging around with a very lovely, very soft angel. Even if he has to wait for said angel to fold his dressing gown neatly before snogging him again.
It’s almost funny, how much time they spend lying in bed, half-naked and kissing, and the subject of sex still hasn’t come up. Or maybe not so funny. Crowley figures they’ll get around to it eventually. ]
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It's a welcomed change, all for the company and shared comfort. And, well, the snogging is clearly not bad. Not bad at all. Quite enjoyable actually.
He might have just given into the demon's tempting, a little bit.]
Well...shall we get on?
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We could take a holiday, if you want. [ He lets the angel do the folding, very patient of him before he goes in for a proper kiss. ]
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[ He's barely done setting the gown down on a chair before he's kissed again, and he instinctively rests a hand on Crowley's arm, just holding onto it gingerly. ]
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Dunno. Just popped into my head now. Anywhere you like. Just for fun, because we can.
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He shifts and lounges back, adjusts his pajamas, arms then ready to welcome to demon close.
He hums in thought.]
I hear the south of France is lovely this time of year.
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[ He means it. Doing anything - everything - with Aziraphale is all Crowley wants in the universe.
It’s really nice that he wears pajamas now that don’t have starched collars, because he likes to trail his lips down Aziraphale’s neck from time to time. He’s doing it now, in fact. ]
We could go to the beach.
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He pets his his thumb against Crowley's back. ]
Yes...[ A bit too vague-sounding. ] Perhaps Nice.
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[ Crowley glances up at Aziraphale with a smirk. ]
Show off that angelic physique?
[ He’s not mocking, he would in fact love that. ]
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It should be literally no one's surprised that he isn't great at keeping up with modern fashion these days. ]
That is the fashion, isn't it... [ He doesn't really seem very warmed up to the idea. But the demon's probably well aware where the angel will be fussy or not. ]
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[ Though, Crowley’s fingers might be working a few buttons loose on the angel’s pajama shirt, so he can slide in and touch skin. ]
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He does picture himself in swimming trunks and a shirt and it makes him twist his nose.]
Well, I suppose it's only appropriate.
[ He idly rubs a hand on Crowley's arm. ]
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[ Crowley honestly thinks that would be delectable, and leans up to kiss Aziraphale’s mouth again. ]
damn you, now I need to draw that outfit
It's Aziraphale's own fault for putting that arrow on his quiver, really. ]
do it
You’d look fantastic in it.
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thirst snake thirst snake
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