inlovewithmycar | open post

[Aziraphale smiles at the admission of Crowley settling into a property, even if it was just for storage.]

It's easier than lugging things around from place to place, isn't it?

[It's the real reason he opened the bookshop, even if he did have the genuine intention of selling books on occasion. (Just not any of the books he really liked, which was, as it turned out, almost all of them.)

As Crowley cautiously explains, Aziraphale refills their glasses and offers one to him. The expression on the angel's face is deeply sympathetic, knowing exactly what it's like to have one's superiors appear unannounced.]

I understand, dear. I had the cover of my bookshop for such items. Well, that and the fact that Gabriel wouldn't recognize a sentimental object if it was bounced off the back of his head.

[He takes a sip from his own glass, his eyes bright.]

I must admit that I'm very curious about what you consider sentimental.

[ Crowley blows a raspberry in the vague direction of Heaven at the mere mention of Aziraphale's former boss. Is Crowley ever going to let it go that Gabriel seemed nothing but delighted to see what he thought was Aziraphale walk into a painful destruction?

Probably not. ]

Angel, there's a lot of things Gabriel wouldn't recognize if they bounced right off his head.

[ He doesn't dwell on it though. It's the past, and right now, they have a big, bright future to look forward to. Crowley presses a kiss to Aziraphale's shoulder. ]

I wonder if I should just let it all be a surprise? I mean, you've seen the inside of my flat, you can probably guess, but still.

[Aziraphale shrugs a little and takes another sip of wine. He knows that Crowley is still furious with Gabriel on his behalf, which somehow makes it easier for him not to be. Having Crowley as his champion has gone a long way to helping him heal from Heaven's mistreatment.]

Fair enough. My point is, I could keep my treasures out in the open.

[He hums at the shoulder kiss and settles back into Crowley's embrace. All the more reason to build a new home together, so that Crowley can have a space that truly reflects his interests.]

If you'd like to surprise me, I can wait. [A small, teasing smile appears on his face.] You didn't nick something from the Bastille when I wasn't looking, did you?

Not the Bastille specifically...

[ Crowley's tone is deliberately elusive as he kisses up along Aziraphale's neck. Oh, that smile! Crowley likes to think of it as Aziraphale's bastard smile, the kind he gets when there's a little mischief in him. ]

You know how much I love to surprise you, angel, but if you want to keep guessing, be my guest. Perhaps we should make a little game of it...?

[ Crowley's lips have migrated to the vicinity of Aziraphale's earlobe at this point, the demon grinning wide and bright. ]

[Aziraphale squirms appreciatively at those neck kisses, loving the attention that Crowley always seeks to lavish on him. There is indeed a bit of mischief in him, as he sets aside his wine glass so that he can reach back and wrap a finger around Crowley's braid.]

A game? And what are the rules, dear? How many guesses do I get?

[They've played games like this before, ways to pass the time and reminisce over a bottle or three of wine. Aziraphale thinks it's jolly fun, and perhaps an easier path for Crowley to reveal what sort of sentimental treasures he has hidden away. He smiles, gently tugging the braid so that the tip of it tickles his shoulder.]

And what do I get if I win?

As many as you like. Guess correctly, and I'll kiss you anywhere you like. Guess wrong and I'll kiss you anywhere I like.

[ Which, as vendiagrams go, was about as close to a circle as one could get. There wasn't a single inch of Aziraphale Crowley didn't love kissing. A game neither of them could feasibly lose.

The demon hums in contentment at that gentle tug on his braid, nuzzling into Aziraphale's curls. ]

Angel, when have I ever dragged you into something dangerous?

[ Crowley asks with feigned innocence. ]

I mean, aside from the Arrangement. ...And thwarting the Apocalypse. Those can hardly count.

[ The demon has settled comfortably back in his spot snuggled up to Aziraphale's side, limbs draped every which way over him and his lips occasionally pressing idle kisses to whatever skin crosses their path. It's such a marvel to him to just be able to show affection to Aziraphale, utterly casual as they joke around in bed. ]

But no, nothing dangerous than some very decadent desserts planned and I'm fairly certain Death by Chocolate is pure hyperbole.

Ooh, I like those rules.

[As it happens, there isn't anywhere on his body that he doesn't love Crowley kissing, so it's a win-win no matter how he guesses. Not that he won't take his guesses seriously; he turns a little in Crowley's arms so that he can look at his face for a hint. His response to bringing up the Bastille might be a clue, too.

There's an adorable little pinch between Aziraphale's eyebrows while he thinks.]

Hmmm... did you keep something from lunch after you rescued me?

Oh, I don't know, how about nearly every time I get into your Bentley?

[His tone is exceedingly dry, although there is a bit of a smile on his face. As much as he complains about Crowley's speeding, he gets into his car willingly. Just as he had entered the Arrangement and helped thwart the Apocalypse. But he wouldn't be himself if he didn't fuss at least a little.

As Crowley resettles, Aziraphale nuzzles into his hair, laughing a little at the word play.]

Much like that one dessert I stumbled across called a 'Chocolate Orgasm.' I can see now that it's not even close.

[ Crowley looks up, puzzled by Aziraphale's wording. He knew neither of them were exactly bastions of experience, Crowley with only marginally more from a few awkward experiments, but he never would have guessed Aziraphale had never done his own experimenting. He was one door down from a sex shop for someone's sake, surely he'd been curious. Surely Crowley just misunderstood. ]

Angel, was this - were these your first orgasms? Like... you've never even... ?

[ And Crowley mimes wanking. ]

Crowley, really. That's totally unnecessary.

[He looks away, blushing, clearly embarrassed by the question, although even he's not entirely sure why. After a bit of time passes, he clears his throat and half-heartedly meets Crowley's gaze.]

It didn't seem worth it to bother, if I was never going to use it. The times my body reacted without my permission, I simply stopped making an Effort. I think I was worried that if I let myself climax, I'd only be more aware of what I was missing.

[He gives a small, wry smile.]

I know that doesn't sound like me, denying myself an earthly pleasure. But it wouldn't have been much of a pleasure if it wasn't with you.

[ Crowley has his juvenile giggle at Aziraphale's indignation over the crude gesture, before the demon is once again blown away. Crowley is the last person on the planet with any expectations of chastity, finding it to be one of the stupider virtues as more often than not, how much casual sex people have has little bearing on their moral character.

But he also feels oddly touched that Aziraphale had come to a very similar conclusion as Crowley had (though it had taken Crowley more time and experimenting); none but the other would do.

He gathers Aziraphale close, nuzzling and kissing those lovely rosy cheeks, unable to wipe the giddy smile off his face. And traitorous thing that it is, his mind has to wander to what Aziraphale touching himself would be like. He shakes the thought away, and instead looks to offer Aziraphale some reassurance. ]

I dunno - food was a safe enough indulgence. You always kept clear of anything that might put either of us in real danger. ...Crepes not withstanding.

[ Crowley offers a lopsided grin, and presses a kiss to the corner of Aziraphale's lips. ]

So there's this whole side to your corporation that you've never really explored...?

[ Crowley's tone lacks its usual teasing - he can't poke fun at Aziraphale - not for this. But there is that curiosity and a spark of mischief and excitement in his eyes because oh, this sounds like a wonderful journey to go on. ]

[Crowley's initial reaction reminds Aziraphale, oddly enough, of their first encounter on Eden's wall, when the angel admitted that he had given his sword away, and just like then, he finds himself feeling a little defensive. It's not as though he thinks of himself as morally superior for remaining chaste. It was a defense mechanism, a way to remain in denial that much longer about his feelings, to keep himself and Crowley safe for another day.

But then Crowley is kissing him, so happy and pleased and sweetly reassuring, that Aziraphale feels himself relaxing back into the demon's embrace.]

You're never going to let me live that down, are you?

[His smile turns genuine, the awkwardness at the edges of it disappearing.]

Well, not entirely. I've kissed a few humans, here and there. The rare times it's become too heated, I'd have to stop, because it wouldn't feel right. But I have to say, everything so far with you has been breathtaking. I never thought it wouldn't be, honestly.

Of course not.

[ Crowley is grinning, fondness seeped into every word. It's clearly a good memory to him; how lovely Aziraphale looked in his finery, how fun it was to watch him eat crepes while describing all the little idiosyncrasies that made those made in Paris so profoundly different to those made literally anywhere else, the distant din of revolution...

He presses an affectionate kiss to Aziraphale's temple, his hand seeking out Aziraphale's to hold. ]

Well. Sounds like we've got a bit of catching up to do. And I'm not claiming to be an expert by any means -

[ Crowley quickly gets that out of the way before Aziraphale reminds him just who had to explain to whom why there weren't going to be anymore unicorns. ]

-if there's anything you might have run across in your reading you want to try out, consider me very game to lend a helping hand.

[ He grins, flicking his clever tongue out to tickle the tip of Aziraphale's nose. ]

...Or any bit of anatomy, really.

[It was a good memory for Aziraphale, too, despite the initial embarrassment of getting caught up in the middle of a Revolution. Crowley had looked especially rakish, lounging as he had against the stonework. And the crêpes had been delicious -- perhaps not worth losing one's head, but very nearly. Made even better, of course, by the company of his dining companion.

Aziraphale makes a soft, satisfied sound, his hand slipping into Crowley's and interlacing their fingers.]

It really wouldn't matter to me if you had all the experience in the world, or none at all, darling. It's new for us to be together like this, and I think that makes it rather exciting, don't you?

[He giggles at the flick of Crowley's tongue, finding it a sweet gesture, despite the innuendo behind it.]

The same goes for you, naturally. I'm all yours.

[ New and exciting certainly sums it up, though while Crowley is sure it will reach a point where it stops being 'new', he doubts that delighted thrill of holding Aziraphale close will ever go away.

There's a deviously gleeful wriggle from Crowley as he burrows his face into the crook of Aziraphale's neck, finding a small patch of skin that he may not have lavished with yet enough kisses. ]

All mine, mm? That is a very generous proposition, angel. Might want to be careful - I could make a whole meal of you.

[ As if that wasn't exactly what Crowley had done earlier. ]

Oh, I don't doubt that. In fact, with that skillful mouth of yours, I'm counting on it.

[A lack of interest in experimenting with humans or even his own corporation have not prevented the angel from fantasizing of the things he could do with Crowley, no matter how hard he pushed those thoughts away pre-Armageddon. With no reason to keep them locked away any longer, he finds himself eager to sample all he can of such pleasures.

As Crowley finds a particularly erogenous spot on Aziraphale's neck, the angel laughs breathlessly and dances his fingers up and down the demon's spine.]

Not that I expect you to do all the work of finding out what I like. I'm willing to become more familiar with my own corporation, if you think it would help.

[He presses a kiss to Crowley's ear, the pitch of his voice dropping a notch.]

Would you like that, dear?

[ Crowley feels a jolt go through his spine, straight to his cock.

Aziraphale exploring that lovely corporation of his...? Those perfect manicured hands running over soft skin, falling between gently parted legs as he slowly works himself into a climax -

Crowley has a sort of glazed look, as he stares up at Aziraphale, slack jawed and a drop of saliva pooling at the corner of his mouth.

When he finally finds himself capable of speech, his voice is high and hoarse. ]

...Yeah. Sounds great.

[ Crowley buries his flushed face right back where it had just been. ]

Satan's sake, Aziraphale, you sure you haven't done this before? Because you're awfully ....sexy for an ingenue angel.

Getting warmer.

[ That little furrow of Aziraphale's brow can only be described as cute and so Crowley very much wants to give it a nice kiss. And he does. ]

Got to narrow it down a bit more than that though if you want the grand prize.

[Oh, it's that thing Crowley does sometimes, where his mind goes somewhere else for a while. Aziraphale smiles, knowing very well what he's done, and fondly wipes away that bit of drool with the pad of his thumb.]

Lovely.

[He runs his fingers through Crowley's hair when the demon hides his face again and hums happily, quite pleased with himself.]

I'm only putting into practice what I've learned so far, darling. Glad to hear that it's paying off.

[Aziraphale smiles briefly at the kiss, then adds a nose scrunch to his look of concentration as he tries to narrow down his guess. Something from lunch... There wasn't much on the little table that they shared...]

There was a little vase of flowers on the table, wasn't there? Was that it?

Mm. Two roses in fact. Red and cream colour. Little miracle kept them alive for a decade before I planted them proper. They've been growing up the sides of the cottage ever since. Persistent buggers for roses.

[ He rests his chin on Aziraphale's shoulder, grinning expectantly as he waits for the angel to tell him where he'd like to be kissed. ]

Though there is one other thing...

[Aziraphale has half a moment to enjoy the fact that he guessed correctly before it hits him, exactly what Crowley has done: kept alive two simple roses, letting them grow and flourish into bushes that have blossomed all over the sides of his secret cottage.]

Oh... all this time, they've been growing?

[He turns just enough to look at Crowley with an aching softness, prize forgotten. And here he thought he was the sentimental one.]

Best if you just tell me, dearest. I don't know if my corporation can take another surprise like that.

You always were a quick learner. Should've known you'd have taken to this like a duck to... whatever it is ducks take to.

[ He smiles, warm and soft as he goes back to tracing idle patterns on Aziraphale's bare skin with his knuckles, warm, comfortable and secure in spooning with the angel. ]

M'glad too. That your first time was something special. Knowing my luck sometimes, I'd've cocked it up and scared you off sex forever.

Water, dear. They take to water.

[No need for Crowley to suddenly shout out 'water' at some randomly inappropriate moment later. He sighs softly, lulled by the way Crowley traces over his skin, his own fingers playing with the strands of crimson hair between them.]

It was very special, my love, precisely because it was you. I can't imagine you lousing it up in any way.

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