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]

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.

[sauntereddownward]

A little higher and Crowley gasped...and then his voice was gone entirely. It felt like every sensation was distilled to the point where Aziraphale's soft fingertips met his ribs.

A tiny squeak escaped him as his fingers curled a fist full of Aziraphale's waistcoat and tugged at him.

[theangelfell]

“Crowley,” said Aziraphale softly. Somehow he was becoming more calm as time passed.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley pulled back a little and looked at him, then smiled just the tiniest bit.

"Aziraphale," he said, quite reverently.

[theangelfell]

Azirpahale looked at him for a moment, and then he shifted in the bed, nudging Crowley down and then laying his head against his chest.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley's arms slithered around him to hold on. Aziraphale was soft and warm and shockingly solid against him.

"You feel..." he started, then paused. He was so many things...

"...Good."

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale closed his eyes. "I am scared," he said in a whisper, "of how I feel right now."

[sauntereddownward]

"Bah. Go on. You're not afraid of anything..." he scoffed.

Because he was bloody terrified of what was going on inside. One of them needed to keep their wits.

[theangelfell]

"I am absolutely afraid of what I am feeling right now," Aziraphale assured him, oblivious to Crowley's discomfort.

[sauntereddownward]

"Do you feel like you're falling?" he asked softly.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale swallowed hard.

"I think I fell a long time ago, my dear," he said softly.

[sauntereddownward]

"Hardly. I'm the expert on that," Crowley said, smiling just a bit at his weak joke.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale closed his eyes. He was certain that any moment the world would swallow him down, or something would strike him from above.

"In love, Crowley," he said, his voice catching.

[sauntereddownward]

He inched closer and closer.

"I'm still the expert," he whispered against Aziraphale's lips and then kissed him with such sweetness, such tenderness, he couldn't possibly be damned.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale gasped. Gasped, and then moaned.

He'd never felt anything so wonderful as this. And he had no idea what to do.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley reached up slowly to cradle the softness of Aziraphale's cheek. Crowley's hands, too, had never seen a day of labor nad were quite smooth as he traced the shape of his cheek bone.

From behind him came a whisper and a shake as he let his wings out. It was a rare indulgence, and something he only ever did around the angel.

[theangelfell]

As Crowley's wings wrapped around him Aziraphale sighed in contented pleasure, and stroked one lightly with his fingers. "You're so beautiful," he said softly. "I've always thought so. Since the first day, on the wall."

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley moved back a little and slowly slipped his glasses off. His amber eyes studied Aziraphale for a long moment.

"You are, without a doubt, the most perfect thing He ever created," he said softly.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale blushed. "Oh my goodness, no," he said, wondering if Crowley was teasing him.

[sauntereddownward]

"But yes, really," he replied. "You're my favorite thing to look at."

Which was a lie, because they both knew that given a telescope and a choice, Crowley would be looking at a nebula.

Maybe.

Maybe...not...

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale looked at him for a moment, shyly, and then pulled away a bit so that he too could unfurl his wings. Soft, shining, impossibly white.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley watched him closely until he settled down again.

"Perfection," he said, and closed the distance to kiss him again.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale very much liked kissing, he decided. Or, at least, he very much liked kissing Crowley.

He slid his hands under Crowley's shirt again, and then found himself tugging at it to pull it off.

[sauntereddownward]

Aziraphale tugged, and tugged a bit more, and then without much thought at all, Crowley simpl banished th fabric, leaving himself bare before him.

Completely nude.

Only his wing drew close to keep him warm, but he felt no shame. That sort of thing was for people.