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[ Crowley just lays back, running his hands up Aziraphale's arms to his shoulders, then loosely around his neck. He doesn't do anything to push him in any particular direction, just waits. ]

You can't do anything wrong, y'know.

[ He means that as encouragement, though whether the angel will take it that way is up in the air, he supposes. When Aziraphale ducks down to kiss his neck, he tilts his head to give him more room. ]

[ He does, and he spares a glance up at him for just a moment. Though not as long this time, as he's wont to try and get it right.

Even if he's uncertain. Maybe because he is.

He catches himself to be leaning over the demon, a bit too stiff - he gently rests his weight down on him, relaxes. His hand tenderly squeezes on his slender side, before brushing its way over to his belly, resting there. And his kisses gain a bit more weight to them, more consistency, more certainty. From his neck to his shoulder, to his collar, and right to his throat.

He's not quite good at tempting, you see. But the reassurance does have an effect, and he tries, and he wants, if nothing else, to show that he's listening, that he's there, that he loves him more than anything. ]

[ Aziraphale is much better at tempting than he thinks he is, really. Crowley certainly has no complaints, no matter how hesitant the angel seems at times. ]

Feels good.

[ He spares him another glance, and it won't be the last.

Kisses, a bit more firm, back down to his collar, down to his chest, and those eyes at looking up at the demon again. His hands gingerly rest on his sides, and he angel falters. ]

My dear-- [ Is now the time to be formal?] Crowley.

[ The demon might've done more than just change their perspective.]

Is this...

[ 'Is this what you want. Is this right', he fails to finish, but lets it linger.]

This is good.

[ He smiles, petting Aziraphale's hair gently. ]

Perfect, really.

[ The smile is enough to wash over him and push away any doubt. Most of it, at least.

He crawls back up, wraps his arms around the demon, gently and warmly burrowing his face into the crook of his neck. He places a kiss there two, three, but mostly feels their bodies press together, in a closeness he's not sure he's had before.]

[ Crowley hums happily, wrapping his arms around the angel to keep him close aa they lie together. ]

Perfect.

[ Another kiss on his neck. One on his cheek. Then simply resting his head against Crowley's, finally opening his eyes again, and sighing, content.]

Crowley.

[ He's clearly smiling as he mumbles, as it comes through his voice. Speaking right near the demon's ear, by the way the angels head is resting down. ]

My dear... are you going to tell me what you want?

[ For how many times Crowley asks and checks and waits, Aziraphale knows there's some expectations. He's willing to hear them, too.

One of his hands slips out from under the demon's back, back to his side, petting it idly. ]

[ Crowley’s eyes have fallen shut, but at the question, he opens them again to look at the angel. Oh, but this is nice, being so close, and he doesn’t even care that he thought the word “nice”. ]

Um. This.

[ He smiles a little. ]

You. Here, with me. Maybe more, eventually, if you want. But there’s plenty of time for that. Long as I’ve got you.

[ A tender smile, barely an inch from his face. His hand keeps idly petting the soft skin, before coming to rest on Crowley's chest.

He turns his head slightly, shifts and sits up just enough to neatly pull the covers up to their stomachs, even so far as to pat them down. But he's soon back to that exact same spot, comfortably resting half on him, hand to his chest, thumb petting mindlessly over the skin.]

Easily arranged.

Yep. You're never opening the bookshop again.

[ He grins, affectionately pinching Aziraphale's side. ]

[ He laughs quietly, soft and bright, only interrupted when he jumps at being pinched. ]

You stop that. [ An order that would probably be more effective if he wasn't still smiling.

He holds the demon's wrist, to keep it out of trouble.]

I might have to rethink this whole bed business if that's how you're behaving.

Oh, no.

[ He flops back to the pillows. ]

Anything but that, angel. You wouldn't be so cruel, to give this to me only to take it away...

[ He's leaning on his elbow, a fun little smirk to him as he watches over the demon. ]

Perhaps I have yet to decide whether or not you deserve to keep it.

[ He daintily 'drops' the demon's drops on his chest. ]

Someone has to keep you in line, now.

You do. After all, I'm lying here in bed with you instead of tempting.

[ He opens his mouth to retort, but then closest it, an amused and knowing smile still on his face.

Instead, he chooses to lie down on his back, right next to him, taking a moment to glance down and buttoning the loose buttons on his pajama shirt.]

I'd say that's not quite true. [ Muttered like he's talking to himself and not acknowledging any of the last half hour or so. ]

[ Crowley raises an eyebrow, turning his head to watch. ]

What're you doing?

[ Is he covering up all that wonderful skin? Why? ]

[ The angel stops, blinking at him. ]

What?

[ Crowley reaches out, covers Aziraphale’s hand with his. ]

You don’t need to.

[ He looks down at their hands, having stopped midway up the row of buttons, then back to Crowley. ]

Why not?

[ Crowley hesitates a moment. ]

Because I... like the way you look?

[ The angel pauses, just staring in momentary silence. ]

...oh.

[ He's not flustered. That's ridiculous. Not after what they just-- no, he's fine.

Pull yourself together, Aziraphale.]

Do I need to recite the poem again? Because I will, that's fine, but...

[ He's not sure how else to say it. ]

I just mean - no need to cover up on my account. You're gorgeous. I like you this way.

[ Aziraphale looks at him, quietly, even now still taken aback by such sincere expressions of affection. It's not the first, hopefully won't be the last, but it's still... A lot.

He catches himself lingering maybe a little too long. Has to break the eye contact, lest he be stuck for too long. Or... Or who knows, maybe the effect would be better than he thinks.

He clears his throat, and there's the slightest hint of a bashful smile as he looks down.]

I...suppose it's not too necessary. [ There's a 'thank you' in there somewhere, in the acknowledgement he doesn't voice, and how quiet he becomes, like all the times where it's all too much to start anywhere.

He could kiss him again. He should kiss him again. Oh, there's a lot he could do. ]

[ Crowley takes the initiative, tugging fabric aside so he can kiss the angel's shoulder tenderly. Maybe words don't work for him so well, but hopefully actions do?

He slides his hand up the pajama shirt, no intent other than to touch his bare skin, rest his hand over the angel's heart. Be as close as possible. ]

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