Merry Christmas

[sauntereddownward]

While Aziraphale had been in his room letting his cocoa go cold with his nose in a book, no doubt, Crowley had been quite busy down in the library. He'd found a tree. And he'd trimmed it especially for Sol Invictus. It was artificial, of course, since plastics were evil. And Crowley, given the choice, had selected a shimmery black tree. His decorations included blood red tinsel garland, and tiny little angels and demons scattered amongst shiny black and red ornaments.

It stood directly in the middle of the room, between the door and the desk. Annoyingly in the way.

He stood back, quite proud of it.

And then he settled in his favorite chair and pulled out his phone to make a little mischief on the tiktok thing.

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[sauntereddownward]

When he turned back round, Crowley was right there.

"Perhaps we should...retire," the old serpent purred.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale blinked at him. "We're already at home. Did you want to go to your home instead?

[sauntereddownward]

"To bed, angel," he purred seductively.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale's cheeks went bright pink.

"Th-this is a lot," he stammered. "I don't know if - I - " And then finally said softly, "Maybe we could just lay together for a bit, to start?"

[sauntereddownward]

"That's the plan," Crowley purred seductively, taking hold of the angel's lapel to drag him to where he was sure Aziraphale kept a bed. Crowley kept a bed. But Crowley also liked to sleep. Sometimes. For a century.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale did keep a bed there. He enjoyed sleep sometimes, but he also just enjoyed reading in bed.

He sat down on the bed and folded his hands in his lap.

He was scared.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley settled himself on the edge right beside him, shoulder to shoulder.

"Do you...sleep?" he asked. "I don't suppose you do. Good, ever watchful, and all..."

[theangelfell]

"I do sometimes," said Aziraphale. "Is... that what you want to do? Sleep?"

[sauntereddownward]

"That's what the bed is for, angel," Crowley purred, making a little nap seem almost scandalous.

[theangelfell]

"That's not all beds are for," Aziraphale pointed out. "Or... or so I understand."

[sauntereddownward]

"I've heard," Crowley nodded. "And you accuse me of being too fast..." he teased lightly.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale's face might just be in a permanent state of blushing at this point.

"Well maybe we could just lay together," he said, and then carefully took off his shoes, lined them up neatly by the bed, and then lay back on it, his head on a pillow, still fully clothed without so much as loosening his bow tie.

[sauntereddownward]

"Well, of course," Crowley huffed. "I didn't get you into bed to sit upright."

He looked at Aziraphale.

"Obviously.

He laid beside him. Rather close. Close enough to realize how pleasantly warm he was...

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale relaxed just a little. "I feel as if you've gotten a head start on me," he said. "Whatever it means that you kissed me, I assume you've been thinking about it for a while."

[sauntereddownward]

"For a bit," he agreed. Only a couple thousand years. Give or take.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale turned his head towards him and looked at him for a long moment. "And if it was good that you kissed me?" he said. "What would happen next?"

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley rolled his head to look along the length of his shoulder at Aziraphale.

"I don't do good things, angel," he insisted softly. "I wile. And tempt. And corrupt. You've read the stories."

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale looked away. "I guess that's that then."

[sauntereddownward]

"And...and you'd never be so wicked as to..as to kiss me," he suggested harmlessly.

[theangelfell]

"You want me to be wicked," Aziraphale said. "And I want you to be good."

[sauntereddownward]

"I'd think there could be a bit of...wiggle room," Crowley replied suggestively.

[theangelfell]

"Could... there?" asked Aziraphale, wondering if that was some kind of euphemism.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley wiggled closer. Shoulder to shoulder, nearly nose to nose, the demon smiled.

"I'm sure if we put a little effort into it..."

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale shuddered. And he told himself that it was Crowley who moved first, but in reality it was Aziraphale who kissed Crowley.

[sauntereddownward]

Aziraphale could tell himself anything he liked, but Crowley let out a mew like a startled kitten briefly, then it melted into a low, rumbling purr. He rolled toward him, pressing tight as he kissed him with barely restrained desire.