Aziraphale

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley had been having a ball. He'd figured out a bit of hackery with some code and some infernal miracles and soon enough he had millions of people angry at social media for long load times, zero refresh rates, and suspensions that came and were lifted seemingly at random.

He was absolutely giddy as he walked into the bookshop. He spied the angel in his chair and went to the one unanimously agreed to be his and flopped down, legs splayed out long and wide.

"Isn't it the most beautiful day?" he said cheerfully.

Never a good sign.

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[sauntereddownward]

"The Ritz?" Crowley grinned.

[theangelfell]

At Crowley's smile, Aziraphale brightened. "Yes please. Don't you think that would be nice?"

[sauntereddownward]

"You. The view. The bed. Yes. Nice," he said, hissing a little on accident.

[theangelfell]

"I think that sounds romantic," Aziraphale said happily, and picked up the last oyster.

[sauntereddownward]

'So you don't want me to cut my ear off?" he teased lightly.

[theangelfell]

"Oh my no, you have very lovely ears," Aziraphale said quickly.

[sauntereddownward]

"Shall we pay the bill then?" he asked, but didn't really ask. He was already pulling out a slim black leather bill fold to pay for their light snack. He was barely containing his excitement of getting Aziraphale alone.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale drained the rest of the wine in his glass and smiled, standing when Crowley did.

It felt almost silly, that this still made him nervous. Or maybe that just meant it was still exciting.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley sauntered out ahead of Aziraphale, smiling to himself. He was so slick. He'd seduced the angel and hadn't even tried.

It didn't occur to him it might be the other way round.

In an effort at romance, Crowley drove quite carefully and entirely by the boox on the way to the Ritz. Miraculously, when they arrived the room was reserved for Mr. Anthony J. Crowley and the concierge happily informed the pair that the champagne was chilling.

"Romantic, right?" he said Proudly as they climbed into the lift.

[theangelfell]

And Aziraphale meanwhile was very happy to think that he was the one being seduced, even though he had a feeling that wasn't entirely the case either.

"It is," he said, and when the lift doors closed, he reached over and held Crowley's hand.

[sauntereddownward]

Success. The angel couldn't keep his hands off him.

"Fresh," he scolded lightly, then lifted Aziraphale's remarkably soft hand to his lips to press a kiss on his knuckle.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale smiled adoringly at him as the lift dinged and the doors open. "Oh, the top floor!" he enthused.

[sauntereddownward]

"Well, of course. You think I'd take you to a lower level?" he replied, mildly offended.

[theangelfell]

"It's perfect," Aziraphale assured him, and kissed him on the cheek as they stepped out.

[sauntereddownward]

He hung back so he could admire the shape of Aziraphale walking away. The suite was gorgeous and the view breathtaking. He peeked around and noticed the bed turned down. And there was the champagne, chilling, next to a table adorned with sweets.

This sort of decadence struck him as something the angel would enjoy.

[theangelfell]

"Oh Crowley, it's perfect," breathed Azirphale, his eyes going from the sweets to the view out the window to Crowley. "This is... it's very romantic."

[sauntereddownward]

"Romance is my middle name," he smirked. He eased up to Aziraphale and studied his lips for a moment before catching his face and kissing him warmly.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale melted into the kiss. He didn't even get a chance to ask if it was actually Jromance, just to make Crowley smile. He rested a hand on his waist.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley thoroughly enjoyed himself as his tongue did weird things between Aziraphale's lips. It had taken him a bit to get the hang of it, but now snogging the angel was at the top of the list of things he wanted to do more than sleep. It was a very short list.

[theangelfell]

It was absolutely mad, how Crowley made Aziraphale feel now. How he thought about this sometimes, kissing him, or even more than kissing, and how it made him blush. How his touch made him giddy.

He sighed into the kiss, and then made another little sound that was closer to a moan.

[sauntereddownward]

There was a sharp whisper and Crowley's wings opened behind him. His arms slithered around him to hold him close, one hand boldly cupping his ass as he plundered his mouth.

[theangelfell]

The kiss went on and on, and Aziraphale was grateful that Crowley was holding him so tightly, or he might have fallen over.

"Oh," he whispered when the kiss finally broke, and he reached up to remove Crowley's sunglasses.

[sauntereddownward]

He was still as Aziraphale removed them and when they were gone he looked into his eyes. Feathers rustled and whispered as he flexed his wings.

"If you're going to undress me, don't stop there," he purred.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale ignored that, and instead just reached up and put his hand on Crowley's face, thumb sliding over his cheek. And his other hand lightly stroked a feather. "You're so beautiful," he said softly. "I've always thought so."

[sauntereddownward]

Such sweetness was rewarded with a soft, slow kiss.

"I can't compare to you. I couldn't even try," he said quietly, wing pressing into the softness of Aziraphale's touch.