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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[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.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale gasped softly. It was strange, he thought, how he was both so unsure but somehow knew what to do what to do. Instinct. His lips parted and their tongues tangled together. He felt warm all over. He felt want without knowing what he wanted.

[sauntereddownward]

All Crowley was certain of was that he needed to be closer. A touch here, a wiggle there, and soon he was nearly budging Aziraphale backward in an effort to get close and kiss him senseless.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale did feel rather senseless. Also breathless, as if Crowley's kisses had stolen away both of those things. He also didn't even realize he was doing it when suddenly his hands were underneath the hem of Crowley's shirt, sliding onto bare skin.

[sauntereddownward]

There was absolutely no way this could be wicked. This was the most uplifting and enthralling thing he'd ever felt. The pure Grace in Aziraphale's kiss.

He was going to get into so much trouble.

And then the angel's fingers skimmed across his bare skin and Crowley groaned wantonly. There it was. The lust. Yes.

It was definitely properly wicked.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale was thinking just the same thing. How much trouble he was going to get into. But how could it be Bad when it felt so wonderful?

He also couldn't believe he made Crowley make a sound like that. He skidded his hand a little higher, experimentally.