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Mm. Water.

[ His mind briefly wanders to the bath they didn't take, but he suspects they'll have plenty of time for that whenever they feel compelled to get up from the warmth and comfort of each other's arms. ]

And I don't know. I've got a talent for mucking things up. Could've done something embarrassing like go all snake-y or launch your underthings out the window or accidentally summon a mariachi band.

[ Crowley jokes about increasingly preposterous scenarios, head leaning into the hand playing with his hair. His teasing tone softens though, his hand coming to rest briefly over Aziraphale's heart. ]

It was special for me too, because it was you. It's always been you, even when I didn't realize it, or didn't understand.

Just the menu, angel. Tucked it away in the book I kept all our correspondence.

[ Because of course he saved their letters. He's sure that could be considered the free space on the Crowley Is A Sentimental Sap bingo card. ]

It's not - not a lot. The crates and boxes fills about half the sitting room -

[ Quite a small amount of possessions for a 6000 year lifespan. ]

- but I wanted to hang on to what was important.

[Good luck getting Aziraphale out of bed any time soon. When he does, it will be because he's feeling peckish. Besides, the bathtub isn't going anywhere.]

None of those would have scared me off, darling, although I admit the mariachi band would have been a mood killer.

[His tone is as light as Crowley's, although he's moved by the words that follow, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. The depth of Crowley's love continually surprises him -- not because of Heaven's propaganda that demons can't love, but the fact Crowley thinks Aziraphale is worth so much of it. He takes the hand resting over his heart and brings it to his mouth for a fervent kiss.]

I love you, Crowley. I'll never stop showing you, I promise.

[The menu alone would have touched Aziraphale deeply, but he's still reeling over the flowers. He smiles at Crowley, eyes sparkling, and squeezes his hand.]

I've kept all of your letters, too. Very risky, if Heaven ever found them. Thank goodness Gabriel's never opened a book, let alone read one.

[A half a sitting room of boxes not much compared to Aziraphale's overflowing bookshop, but it's still more than the angel was expecting. It warms him deep inside to know that what Crowley considers important is wrapped up in the times they've spent together.]

I ought to show you what I've saved of us over the years, too. But first --

[He shifts his grip on Crowley, pushing him gently onto his back.]

I'd like to claim my prize.

[ Crowley snickers to himself. ]

You reckon Gabriel even knows how to read? Or does he just have one of his cronies do it for him?

[ Crowley falls back into their pile of pillows with a laugh and all the resistance of a feather in a hurricane. He grins, wide and cocky as his back arches in a sensuous, luxurious stretch to entice Aziraphale to him. ]

Well then, to the victor goes the spoils. Where oh where shall I kiss you, love?

[Aziraphale looks a bit thoughtful at that.]

Now that you mention it, I never saw him actually read any of the reports I sent him over the years...

[He shrugs dismissively, not wanting to waste another moment on contemplating Gabriel's literacy when there is a warm, undulating Crowley beneath him. Propping himself up on an elbow, he makes a great show of considering his options before tapping his smiling lips.]

I think right here would do nicely, darling.

[ Crowley gladly pulls him in for a kiss, sliding their lips together in one slow, sensuous motion. This is probably his favourite part in the shift in their relationship; the myriad of ways they kiss each other. Human bodies really are a marvel in all the ways they can be used to show affection, and Crowley always was very demonstrative with his feelings.

Right now, his kiss is gentle, tender, and not-quite-chaste with the playful flick of his tongue, and his hands reach to cup Aziraphale's face that he might thumb through those lovely curls.

He pulls away only briefly to survey his handiwork. ]

That was an excellent first choice. Could kiss you there forever.

[ And he would, given even half a chance. ]

[Aziraphale closes his eyes, relaxing into the kiss as one might slip into a warm bath. The symbolism of a romantic kiss reflects his sentiments perfectly, and the physical sensation of Crowley pressing his lips to his always sets his heart fluttering, no matter how gentle or passionate.

He makes a soft sound of longing when Crowley pulls away, lost for a moment or two in the tenderness of the kiss. He opens his eyes and smiles winsomely, brushing back another loose curl from Crowley's braid.]

Mmm... well, forever would interfere with our plans tomorrow, but I wouldn't be opposed to extending that particular kiss for a little while longer...

Edited 2020-08-03 17:33 (UTC)

Well then, if you put it like that - c'mere, you.

[ And Crowley pulls him into an embrace, drawing in the angel into another kiss.

The only sound the demon makes is a soft moan of pleasure, his hands running down Aziraphale's naked bod. It's hard not to be anxious about showing Aziraphale a part of himself Crowley stuffed in storage bins and crates and hid away for centuries. It's true he'd needed a place that was out of the way enough to avoid suspicion, but close enough he could easily get to it, but the reason he'd chosen the cottage specifically had been idle notions of domesticity in a picturesque countryside. A little fairy tale to tell himself.

He wasn't sure what to think of it potentially becoming true. They could have that - a place just for them, filled with their mementos of a long life in each other's company. ]

I love you too, angel -

[ Despite his smile, Crowley isn't unaffected by the beginnings of tears as his own eyes grow a little watery in sympathy. They've waited so long for something so simple; to speak their feelings plainly and just be together, left alone to their own devices.

Aziraphale's kisses elicit a soft, content sound from the demon as he presses his own to Aziraphale's brow. ]

We can have this. We're free now, and they can't take it from us anymore.

[Aziraphale shuts his eyes and steadies his breathing. Having such freedom is both exhilarating and terrifying for a free range angel, but with Crowley by his side, he feels like he can manage. He lets go of Crowley's hand, but only so he can wrap his arms around Crowley and hold him possessively. In the ethereal plane, his wings follow the same motion.]

They'll have to go through me first, darling.

[That settled, he opens his eyes and looks at Crowley with a much lighter expression. He lets his fingers wander down the demon's side, winding back their line of conversation like a a spool of thread.]

So... is it safe to assume that you've learned how to pleasure yourself?

I'm already here, silly.

[Aziraphale's laughter is swallowed up by Crowley's kiss, his amused chuckles melting into a pleased moan, his hands finding their own spots on Crowley's lithe frame to stroke tenderly. Concern about mixed essences aside, the angel has taken to the physical side of their relationship like a duck to water, just as Crowley predicted, becoming ever confident in the way their bodies entwine. It's why he can feel that bit of anxiety still lingering in his partner, which he tries his best to reassure.]

I am very much looking forward to tomorrow, darling. Not just to peek at all the mementos you've saved, but I want a proper tour of the property, too. Have you done anything with the garden aside from the roses?

[ It's seeing the way Aziraphale has bloomed with confidence without the Archangels always trying to grind it out of him that leaves Crowley breathless and beaming. To Crowley's eyes, Aziraphale has always been brilliant and beautiful, but it's in these moments Crowley is really able to drink it in - the sight of him, the warm weight of his body, and the distant tickle of something else ethereal and wonderful brushing up against Crowley's very essence.

Crowley's said it once, he's said it a thousand times; Heaven has no taste. It's the only logical explanation he has as to why Aziraphale was treated so poorly rather than having half a dozen celestial suitors mooning over him at any given time.

In other words, Crowley is very reassured. Or at least too smitten to let his usual neurosis get a foothold. ]

Done a bit, yeah. S'where I plant all the rejects that didn't thrive in captivity. Let them do their own thing. Probably all overgrown now, gonna have to do a lot of weeding.

[ Crowley feels like he shouldn't be surprised at the possessive way Aziraphale holds him - after all, if the angel had been wanting this even a fraction as long as Crowley has, some clinginess is to be expected. But it does surprise him, and he loves it, his serpentine instincts kicking into overdrive so that every gangling limb is now securely wrapped around Aziraphale. ]

Go through both of us, I reckon. If they can rally the courage to even come near us now - I don't think they know what to make of, well, everything.

[ For most angels and demons, 6000 years of adherence to doctrine makes uncertainty about anything a terrifying prospect. And Aziraphale and Crowley had just made a lot of what had been considered absolutes now very shaky territory.

Crowley is grinning with pride and satisfaction about it, nuzzling affectionately into Aziraphale's cheek as, on another plane, their wings are as tangled together as the rest of them.

When Aziraphale not-so-subtly inquires about his masturbation habits, Crowley gives a loud and delighted 'ha!' ]

Curious about how I'd have a good wank, hmm?

[ His nuzzling goes from affectionate to sensual as he murmurs his reply into Aziraphale's ear, fingers dancing teasingly over the angel's perfect plush buttocks. ]

Never just shoved my hand down my trousers, oh no. Just rubbing one out always left me feeling kind of sad and empty. If I'm indulging, s'always after a nice meal, make a big production of it. Flower petals, candles, run a hot bath, put on some music - got to have an ambiance before I get down to imagining all the truly wicked things I've love to do with you.

[ Even the fantasy of Aziraphale requires Crowley's usual flare for the dramatic. ]

[It's been easy for Aziraphale to blossom, what with Crowley always warmly encouraging him, thankfully treating him much more tenderly than the plants he cultivates in his flat. Although the angel always suspected that Crowley wasn't the Big Bad Demon he presented to the plants, yelling and threatening them into excellence. This bit of information confirms it, and he smiles knowingly in response.]

I had a feeling you were doing something with them other than sending them down the disposal.

[He gives Crowley another kiss, toying gently with the end of his braid.]

That's one of the downsides of living in Soho. Not much room for greenery or wildlife. It was the one thing I liked about the Dowling estate... it'd be nice to have a proper garden again.

[Aziraphale has been waiting, longer than he even knew what he was waiting for, and not just to be with Crowley, but for Crowley to be safe from Hell's malicious retribution. This is about as safe as they'll ever get, but he'll take it. He gives Crowley a good squeeze, as close as they can be.]

An angel who can breathe Hellfire and a demon immune to holy water who are very much in love with one another. No, they wouldn't dare.

[Crowley's laugh and salacious reply has Aziraphale turning a rosy shade of red, but he refuses to be any more embarrassed than that. He's curious, and Crowley's description satisfies that curiosity quite nicely. His corporation reacts without him having to think twice about it, his rear pressing back unconsciously into those dancing fingers.]

Sounds very romantic... I don't suppose I could get a demonstration some time? It's the best way to learn, you know.

Edited 2020-08-11 14:33 (UTC)

First off, that'd wreck the disposal. Not that they know that, so let's just keep it our little secret.

[ It's so easy to imagine Aziraphale in the garden with him, sharing the shade of an apple tree, their hands and knees dirty from an afternoon of weeding while they sip lemonade and talk about their evening plans. Or perhaps cold winter nights sharing a blanket while sipping mulled wine and toasting marshmallows and laughing at each other's terrible jokes.

Crowley can't help smiling at the thought, and he watches Aziraphale idly play with his hair as though that, in and of itself, is some marvelous and miraculous thing. Water to wine has nothing on Aziraphale touching him.

Crowley cups Aziraphale's cheek, returning the kiss. ]

You haven't even seen the place and it sounds like you've made up your mind.

[ His tone is more teasing than accusatory, but he's also ever so pleased that the idea of domestic life appeals to the angel. ]

For all I know, the roof's caved in and there's mold in the kitchen. S'been six years since I've been to the place.

You'd like me to put on a show for you, hm?

[ Oh, Crowley loves the idea of that, if the way his face lights up is anything to go by. He's always been a performative creature, and he especially loves performing for Aziraphale.

He drags the tips of his fingers over Aziraphale's thigh, idly contemplating plans for setting the scene. He's going to need a lot of velvet... ]

...For educational purposes, of course.

[Aziraphale mimes zipping his lips with a twinkle in his eyes. What's one small secret shared between the two of them? Although Crowley might find his verbally aggressive efforts countered in their future garden. Not on purpose -- Aziraphale is out of the business of countering demonic wiles -- but the angel is sure to shine his love upon the plants as he does all living things.

And, oh, does he look forward to that. His thoughts run similar to Crowley's, imagining the quiet moments they can spend together in the garden, whether picnicking during the day or stargazing at night, mugs of cocoa to keep them warm. It'd be their own personal Eden (but better -- Eden didn't have things like wine or cheese or mini marshmallows).

There's a blush at Crowley's teasing, along with a pleased smile. His fingers wander off Crowley's braid and scratch gently at the nape of his neck.]

Perhaps I have. You've made it sound so bucolic... and if there's any sort of damage, I'm sure we can straighten it out, whether through mundane or miraculous means.

[ Crowley makes a terribly embarrassing sound when Aziraphale starts scratching at the nape of his neck; something between a squeak and a moan, and the demon promptly tries to wriggle into burying his face in in Aziraphale's shoulder while simultaneously trying to lean into the touch.

It makes for a terribly squirmy demon. ]

Could probably get the hang of a hammer and nails - they got - they got all sorts of things on the internet these days. Tutorials, how-tos. That sort of thing.

[ He's breathless from such a small touch, feeling that pleasant jolt of arousal throughout his body making it very hard to focus on their line of conversation. His overactive imagination flits between thoughts of furnishing a bedroom and making love in it.

...And on every other surface it's feasible for entities for whom the box for 'Gravity' has been ticked as 'Optional'. ]

[The way Aziraphale's breath catches and his hips wiggle of their own accord is likely answer enough. He doesn't bother to be coy, although there is a slight hesitation before he replies, followed by a kiss on the crown of Crowley's hair.]

So long as you want to, my dear. I'd very much like to watch you. What did you like to think about, while you pleasured yourself? Perhaps I can inspire you while you're in the act?

'Course I want to. Just thinking about getting to see you lay hands on yourself -

[ A delighted shiver runs the expanse of Crowley's spine. He can feel the constant simmer of lust and love in his chest, an ever-present affection for the angel in his arms. The wiggling and the kiss only endear him more to Crowley, however impossible that may seem.

His devious grin softens a bit as he strokes a few stray curls from Aziraphale's forehead, thinking back to everything that inspired Crowley to spend a long evening in, enjoying some alone time with him, his hand, and the occasional piece of sexual paraphernalia. It usually didn't take much, as far as Aziraphale was concerned. Him chained up and pretty in the Bastille could have easily continued to fuel another few centuries of wild fantasies of Crowley running to his rescue with his arms full of a very grateful angel in varying states of dishevelment and undress. Hell, there had been a time where Aziraphale had just been puttering around his shop with his sleeves rolled to the elbow which had nearly given Crowley the vapors. ]

Believe me, angel, you have always been a veritable font of inspiration. Got a whole bloody list.

[ He goes in to capture Aziraphale's lips in a languid kiss, letting his tongue dip between his lover's teeth to tease before pulling away. ]

I don't want to overwhelm you though - how about we start simple, hmm?

[Oh, hello, that is quite the reaction, one that Aziraphale continues to exploit shamelessly, even though a wriggly demon makes for a ticklish, giggling angel. Every day now, seemingly, there's a new spot on Crowley that he learns how to touch just so to elicit the most wonderful responses. He hopes that he never stops learning.]

There are also people who do those sorts of things for a living, dear. The possibilities are endless.

[Aziraphale will always give credit where credit is due, and humans are marvelous at so many things that the angel does not have interest or patience in doing himself.

Finally relenting in his nape scratching, Aziraphale slides his hand along Crowley's back, absently tapping each freckle that he already has memorized.]

Either way, we'll get it into tip-top shape in no time at all.

[It is such a strange sort of thrill, to be the ardent object of Crowley's masturbatory fantasies, that Aziraphale almost looks abashed, ducking his gaze and biting back a smile. Good thing he's finding out about this now, after they've made love, or he would have been ridiculously self-conscious. He still is, a bit, but Crowley's kiss melts away any trepidation, leaving him in a pleasant daze.]

...simple? What do you suggest?

[It honestly seems a bit superfluous, to touch himself when he has a ready and willing Crowley to do it for him, but he likes the idea of adding to Crowley's 'list'.]

[ Crowley finds Aziraphale's giggling contagious, and a few of his own bubble up from him as he finally settles nestled close to Aziraphale, his arms draping around him in a loose embrace. What a wonderful thing it is to hear the angel laugh so freely. Far too often they had to suppress their mirth along with so many other things that such a small thing is a wonder His own smile is relaxed, despite the growing tension between his legs that's become rather par for the course these days. ]

Oh, I dunno - might be fun to learn. You know, doing it the human way - always liked working with my hands.

[ Crowley emphasizes that with a squeeze to Aziraphale's bum. Working with his hands indeed. ]

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