Aziraphale

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley was walking in as Klaus was walking out. It seemed like they crossed paths in the doorway a lot. So much that Crowley was getting a bit annoyed. He sauntered in and found Aziraphale with a book and his cocoa that had long gone cold.

"What are you doing?" he asked, sounding annoyed- which he normally did, so it was hard to say if he was actually upset or not.

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[theangelfell]

"Really? Well, you are lacking in comfortable seating," Aziraphale observed, oblivious. "That is fine, if you like."

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley set up the tea properly, but the sweets and nibbles that appeared on the tray were entirely magical.

He picked up the tray.

"This way," he said and lead the way in to his room.

The bed looked like it hadn't been touched. Maybe ever.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale noted this, and since Crowley had just said how much time he spent in bed, he just assumed that he was exceptionally neat. Aziraphale made his bed, too.

"Very good," he said. "What a nice way to spend an evening. With tea and a book." This was how he spent most of his evenings, actually, but alone.

[sauntereddownward]

"Make yourself at home, Aziraphale. I'm going to slip into something a bit more comfortable."

He vanished into the bathroom to have a small panic attack. Tiny. Minuscule. A splash of water on his face and he was fiiine.

Aziraphale was in his bedroom...

When he returned, Crowley had pulled on his black silk pyjamas and a silk robe loosely tied around his waist. The buton was undone, putting his trim chest on display.

"That's better," he announced.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale blinked at him when he arrived, not quite sure what to make of the outfit. Except that Crowley looked... well. Stylish, right? That must be it.

"That does look comfortable," he finally said. He was sitting on the bed now, right up against the head board, on top of the blankets, cross-legged. He had taken off his shoes. "Shall I begin?"

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley took his tea and slithered onto the bed, laying across the foot of the bed wit one knee bent up.

"Let's dive right in," he nodded.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale looked at him for a moment, and then opened the book and began to read.

"The Bridgertons are by far the most prolific family in the upper echelons of society. Such industriousness on the part of the viscountess and the late viscount is commendable, although one can find banality in their choice of names for their children..."

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley didn't much care exactly what the story was, but he was rapt as he watched Aziraphale read. It was beautiful. Perfection...

"...Ho- hold up. Go back. He did what?" Crowley asked, certain that smut hadn't really just passed the angel's lips.

[theangelfell]

Without thinking, Aziraphale repeated, "His mouth captured hers, trying to show her with his kiss what he was still learning to express in words..." His cheeks went a bit pink. "Well, I think that's rather romantic, isn't it? Should I keep going?"

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley gulped. Audibly.

"Does it keep on like that? You didn't say it was a racy book."

[theangelfell]

"Well, I - I haven't read it - " Aziraphale reminded him, and his eyes scanned the rest of the page. He looked relieved. "Oh, it's just a kiss. Her brother is about to catch them. I'll keep going." And he did. And of course they were terribly proper, and were on their way to the alter. Though there did seem to be quite a lot of book left after that.

[sauntereddownward]

"Ah. Just a kiss, then. Nothing wrong with that," Crowley replied and settled back down. "Do go on."

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale kept reading. And they did get married, despite the terrible misunderstanding. He was in fact so engrossed in the story that he hardly noticed when they started kissing again and then suddenly the duke's shirt was off and Aziraphale was saying, "Simon stopped breathing until her forefinger touched his nipple..." This time Aziraphale caught himself, and as soon as the word "nipple" left his lips he turned beet red. "Well, perhaps I should skip this part," he mumbled, and looked down at the page.

[sauntereddownward]

"You can't stop now!" he insisted. "You've got me invested in the story!"

And he was, a it. Mostly he enjoyed watching and listening to the angel. The added bit of a little smut making him blush was the icing on the cake.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale was still blushing. "Well, I - " he stammered. "I supposed, they are married..."

[sauntereddownward]

"One does not have to be married..." Crowley drawled seductively..

[theangelfell]

"Well, no, but... I just mean, it's not as if this is sinful. But - " Aziraphale shoved the book at him. "Here, you read for a while."

[sauntereddownward]

That was, perhaps, a mistake on the angel's part because Crowley picked up where he left off and he may have embellished some of the steamier bits. And of course it was on purpose, just to make Aziraphale squirm.

[theangelfell]

And squirm he did. He told himself that it was just embarrassment, but it was also the case that there was something in particular about Crowley's voice reading those words.

He honestly didn't know exactly what he was feeling, but it was something.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley kept on and there was no possible way the book was as filthy as he read it. In fact, he'd been talking for some time and had yet to turn the page.

"...and her mouth was hot as she..."

He smiled devishly.

"Oh, this is naughty," he remarked when he saw how wound up Aziraphale was.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale was bright red.

"I - I can't put this in the library," he stammered.

[sauntereddownward]

"I don't see why not," he replied. "The children need to learn how..."

[theangelfell]

"From what I hear they're doing fine in that regard," Aziraphale mumbled.

He rather wanted Crowley to keep going. For the story.

[sauntereddownward]

"Oh, really? What have you heard, angel?" Crowley purred with curiosity.

[theangelfell]

"Oh, I just... they're young," Aziraphale said. "They're always canoodling."