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 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.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale gasped in surprise and then blushed again, bright pink. “Oh my,” he murmured as he both tried to look at him and not look at him at the same time.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley froze.

"It wound't be so shocking if you did it too," he suggested.Suggestively.

[theangelfell]

"You really want to... to see me... without my clothes?" Aziraphale asked, biting his lip.

[sauntereddownward]

"Yes. I think I do," he nodded slowly. He was sure he'd never wanted anything more.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale hesitated for a long moment. And then, blushing fiercely, he vanished his own clothes. Pulling the blankets up to partially cover himself.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley slithered against him and stole the warmth of him. And tugged the covers up as high as he could.

"It's too cold," he complained.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale was a little relieved when Crowley didn't look at him. "It doesn't see so bad..." he said, feeling Crowley's skin against his.