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[ Smooches are very nice, especially, Crowley notes, angelic ones. And perhaps he lets his hands wander a bit, too, running down his sides, undoing some buttons so he can get to the layers underneath. No purpose to it, aside from the pleasure of touching and kissing. ]

Perhaps I should've been trying to tempt you to something else.

Mind the buttons, please!

[It's just a little tricky sewing them back on if they pop off, is all. He's got no objections to the other bit, and his hands map out the thin gap where Crowley's shirt's ridden up in return.]

'm not popping any of your buttons, angel...

[ Crowley huffs with no real anger. Stop being so fussy! ]

Right, that's what I'm, er, making sure of.

[It's a bit tricky to talk, what with all the kissing and such. So, he decides not to really other trying for, oh, a good while, to really, er, apply himself to his craft, as it were.

Or, in plain words: make out with Crowley like they're teenagers with a curfew.]

Mmhmm.

[ He's glad to distract the angel. Making out like teenagers is definitely something Crowley enjoys doing. They could literally do this for hours, if they want! Because they don't have curfews. ]

[Aziraphale smiles, pleased as punch with the proceedings. There's a thrum of excitement building in him, he wiggles a bit from it, and before he has time to second guess himself--

He pulls a card out from behind Crowley's ear. Well, attempts to, at least, as there's quite a bit of fumbling involved.]

Is this your card, Crowley?

[Bastard.]

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[ There is some minor startled fumbling as Crowley tries to figure out what Aziraphale is doing - breaking out of his lustful haze to do so is annoying, to say the least. And then he focuses on the object... ]

You bastard. I can't... why...

You were surprised that time! That's, er, that's how sleight-of-hand is meant to work, you know!

[He's too chuffed right now to take Crowley's indignation seriously. He does kiss him on the forehead, though, as a slight apology, still a bit giddy.]

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[ Crowley huffs like an old curmudgeon. ]

Yeah, all right, you distracted me. I can see you're pleased with yourself.

[ He's not too put out, despite the mood being kind of ruined. ]

[Aziraphale continues making this face: :D ]

And you've gotten me into bed, so I think we've done well all around, wouldn't you say?

[If he were a more modern sort, this is where some might high five. This being Aziraphale, he just hums a bit, pleased.]

For now.

[ Grumble grumble. ]

[Oh, bother.]

Well, perhaps there's some room for improvement. I... can't really think of any at the moment, admittedly, but....

[He's not quite sure how to finish that sentence, so he doesn't, pressing another kiss to his forehead, maybe two, maybe one to his cheek. What? Kissing is nice.]

You might not be able to think of any, but I can.

[ None of the improvements Crowley has in mind involve cheap parlor tricks, though. Most of them, in fact, involve the angel kissing him. Possibly in various states of undress. ]

Then by all means, enlighten me.

[He kisses him again, once, twice, gleaming a bit, knowing exactly what he means: do him on a bed of roses. In fact, the roses are optional.]

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[ If he wants roses, Crowley will give him roses. The fresh-picked sort, even. Just... probably not tonight, since he knows Aziraphale prefers the non-miracled sort. ]

The first improvement would be to get your clothes off. And mine, too. There are just too many clothes in this bed right now.

Right, yes, we wouldn't want them to wrinkle too much.

[He could just miracle them off, he knows, but he's the sort who buys his own clothes in the first place, so he's going to undo the buttons and ties himself, if he can. Of course, it's also a little more difficult than usual because he keeps reaching out to Crowley instead of his clothing, so perhaps some miracle assistance wouldn't be such a bad idea, after all.]

Yeah... wrinkles.

[ That's exactly what he's concerned about here. Not anything to do with getting the angel naked. Nope.

Given their positions, it's probably best that he performs a demonic miracle at this point. So - snap. Aziraphale's jacket, waistcoat, shirt, tie - all instantly removed from his person and folded neatly over the back of a chair across the room. ]

Better. C'mere.

[ Crowley is going to pull him into a kiss now. ]

Much, I think.

[Aziraphale feels flush from his head to his toes, going where he's bid. Kissing: still very nice. Especially if he tilts his head like so, so more of them end up pressed into his neck or his throat, those are even better. And Aziraphale is quite keen to return the favor, one hand pressed softly to Crowley's jaw, helpful to reel him in, the other somewhere along Crowley's arm, helpful to anchor himself to him.]

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[ This is much, much better than silly magic tricks. At least, Crowley thinks so. Even if all they do is some heavy petting, he's more than happy to oblige the angel.

Still, he lets his hands wander a bit, one of them sliding to Aziraphale's hip, then around to grope his ass, Crowley humming against his skin. ]

[Aziraphale loses track of where Crowley's hands are going until he feels a squeeze. He can't quite help his soft laugh.]

You wily thing, you. [Fondly, as always. Aziraphale, for his part, drops a hand to Crowley's back, luxuriating in the knobs of his spine and the warmth of his skin, as if it were possible to urge him closer that way.]

I don't know what you're talking about. You're the one who's a walking temptation.

[ Honestly! Being so soft, and cushy, and - just generally very attractive! ]

You're hardly one to talk, being the same.

[Honestly! Being so bendy, and angular, and - just generally very attractive!]

Yeah, but that’s just my job. I mean - I’ve never... you know. Tried to... seduce you, or... I’m not that kind of demon!

[ He does not know how to deal with compliments. Please give him more. ]

You're the very best kind of demon, I'll have you know. [Kiss.] In a class of your own. [Kiss.] Full marks. [Kiss.]

[Why certainly, he'd be glad to.]

Hngh. You just say that because... [ He tangles his fingers in Aziraphale’s hair. ] Because I feed you a lot. Oh, don’t stop...

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