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sauntereddownward) wrote2022-02-14 05:04 pm
sauntereddownward) wrote2022-02-14 05:04 pm
Valentine's Day Romance
Crowley had made a vow to learn all he could about wooing Aziraphale properly. He'd read a few paperback romances, then had found a world of ebooks with romance of every flavor. And then he'd gone online to find more ebooks and Crowley had found a miraculous new world of something called Fan Fiction. It was remarkable. He devoured it. He had no idea who most of the characters were, so they were just lovely stories.
Stories with...trends. Crowley quickly picked up on how these stories were written. Certain elements recurred, certain things were important.
And over the weeks, Crowley carefully crafted a plan and when Valentine's Day, the most holy day for love, came round, he barged into Aziraphale's room at sunrise and flung the curtains open.
Rose petals appeared and fluttered down on him.
"You need to get up. I have a plan," he said.
Romance got directly to the point, he had learned. If it didn't get directly to the point then it was called slow burn, and, in Crowley's opinion, they'd already done that bit.
Stories with...trends. Crowley quickly picked up on how these stories were written. Certain elements recurred, certain things were important.
And over the weeks, Crowley carefully crafted a plan and when Valentine's Day, the most holy day for love, came round, he barged into Aziraphale's room at sunrise and flung the curtains open.
Rose petals appeared and fluttered down on him.
"You need to get up. I have a plan," he said.
Romance got directly to the point, he had learned. If it didn't get directly to the point then it was called slow burn, and, in Crowley's opinion, they'd already done that bit.
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"Hmm."
The thunder boomed and another flash lit the room. And then it was gone and they sat in the firelight.
Crowley spoke quietly.
"In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."
He found it was easier to say if he was quoting something and not trying it on his own.
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So his lips twitched. "Please do."
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Crowley had not expected that.
Outside, it finally began to rain. It was a torrential downpour that seemed as loud as the thunder, but unending.
"W-w-Well. Erm. Ardently," he stammered.
He'd only ever seen the film, though he'd promised Aziraphale more than once he'd read the book. He'd only seen the movie but he was certain this was the bit where Elizabeth lost her bloody mind.
"Very? Ardently?"
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Crowley exhaled softly in relief.
The thunder grumbled not even half as loudly as the storm moved to the building next door. The rain remained, but the noise was a pleasant, unthreatening distance away.
"Are you done with your tea, angel?" he asked.
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"The bed looks...cozy," he noted suggestively. The vintage quilt decided to turn down, welcoming them to the clean sheets.
"And warm."
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"I am glad to be here," he said. "I am glad to be here with you."
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Crowley rose gracefully and as he did, his tight jeans and stylish shirt morphed into soft silk pyjamas.
He held out his hand and when he took Aziraphale's, he took the angel to bed and purposely settled him down before joining him.
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"And the last bit. The true love part," he said, casually slithering as close to Aziraphale as he could until he was half laying on him.
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Crowley didn't answer. Instead, he moved over him, hovered a moment, then kissed him with such sweetness it had to be a sin.
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"I want all of you. The way the humans do, angel. Make an effort with me and we'll see what the fuss is about," Crowley purred softly as he nuzzled in against the angel's neck.
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Crowley noticed how Aziraphale's pyjama bottoms tented almost instantly and he smiled.
"Lovely," he said and slipped his hand down to feel the solid heat of him.
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"I did research," he smiled. Research. He'd spend days and days reading fanfiction- but he wasn't going to tell the angel that. He might scoff, Crowley though, because he certainly would if Aziraphale told him something similar. Scoffed, then copied.
"I've learned so many things, angel," he said. "There are so many ways to be in love. Did you know? And, if you do it right, you can fall in love over and over again."
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