Aziraphale

[sauntereddownward]

Since that fateful morning in Aziraphale's shop...flat...bedroom...Crowley had decided he needed to really dive into this feelings thing headfirst. He went to the park and the shops and quaint little restaurants and he watched. Watched couples, mainly. He wasn't human but surely there might be something there he could understand.

He understood the looks, the smiles, the gentle touches. He could appreciate the affection. He could very much appreciate how nervous they all were. Well, not all. Some of the people were absolute predators and he could tell just by looking, but those people he looked straight past. That wasn't what he wanted to know.

Where Aziraphale might turn to books, Crowley liked something a bit more timely and he headed for the internet. He set up a Match.com account, but only learned there were a terrible lot of horny, awful men in the world. He went to r/Relationships and learned just how bloody dysfunctional They all were. It seemed no matter where he turned he only found out that this thing Humans lauded, wrote poetry and music about, talked about constantly seemed to be something not a single one of them had a grasp on.

And so he decided if he was going to learn anything about Love he was going to have to go to the Source. Or, well, close as he could get. He skipped his way into a church and found a priest. Surely His love would be understood in a place like this.

The sum total of what he learned was that the priest was an idiot and dancing his way into and out of the church was going to have him soaking his feet for a week.

At a loss, he retired to Aziraphale's book shop and draped himself in a comfortable chair. He let out a dying, pained moan and hung his head back until he had slithered down and nearly sideways in the chair.

"Angel!" he called. "I think I need some tea."

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[sauntereddownward]

The demon huffed.

"Just...just define it. Describe it? What is it supposed to feel like?"

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale was quiet again. Thinking. And finally he said, "I can only tell you how I feel, my dear. I want to be around you all the time. I want to be as close to you as possible. I care about your well being more than I care about my own. I want you to be happy, and I want more than anything to be the case of that happiness."

[sauntereddownward]

"Well, yes. Of course. All that. But isn't there something more? It can't be so simple. I want all that, too. All the time. But...shouldn't there be more? Bells? Or...I don't know. Sparks, or maybe some kind of plague?" he asked.

[theangelfell]

This conversation was starting to make Aziraphale very nervous. And it took every bit of self confidence he could muster to do what he did next.

He stood, moved to Crowley, and leaned down and kissed him. Not a peck. A real kiss.

"You don't feel sparks?" he whispered.

[sauntereddownward]

To say Crowley was stunned did not do justice to the feeling of being stunned. He was stunned speechless. Stunned boneless. Stunned absolutely mindless for a long, long moment.

"Mm," came a small sound. "Yes...I reckon so..."

[theangelfell]

"You seem surprised," said Aziraphale, straightening. Though he too seemed a little dazed from the kiss.

[sauntereddownward]

"Me? What? No...no, no, no. Just a bit...would you do that again?" he asked.

[theangelfell]

Azirpahale smiled, and then leaned down and kissed him again. And at some point slid onto his lap because it was simply easier to kiss him that way.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley's arms slithered around him to hold him close and he delighted in the taste of Aziraphale's kiss. The Grace there took his breath away and he could only hold on tight and enjoy the moment.

[theangelfell]

When the kiss broke, Aziraphale was a bit breathless but still managed to say, sounding worried, "I - I'm not too heavy am I?"

[sauntereddownward]

"Not a bit," Crowley replied. "It's as if you were meant to be here all along."

[theangelfell]

"Oh," said Aziraphale, and his cheeks went a little pink. "I like being close to you. I really... it's been so nice to share a bed with you."

[sauntereddownward]

"You sleep like the dead," Crowley remarked. For his part he hardly slept at all, prefering instead to snuggle close and bask in the radiance of the angel's Grace.

[theangelfell]

"Well, it's not as if we have to sleep, so I figure I might as well enjoy it," said Aziraphale. "Crowley."

Then he paused, hesitated. Then tried again.

"Crowley."

Pause.

"Do you - do you think we should - do more than sleep?"

[sauntereddownward]

"More than sleep?" he asked, missing the point of what Aziraphale meant entirely.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale went bright pink. "Sex. I mean sex, Crowley," he blurted.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley could have said many things. He could have said yes. He could have said...anything else at all.

"Angel, do you only want me for my body?" he replied instead.

[theangelfell]

It was probably not possible that Aziraphale could turn any redder, but if it was, he did.

"No!" he said hastily. "Of course not, I was just assuming that - please forget I said anything."

[sauntereddownward]

"I don't think I can," he replied, reaching up to stroke the furious blush. "But...is that what you want? Is that what's had you so flustered with all those books?"

[theangelfell]

“I just thought.... that’s what comes next, isn’t it?” Aziraphale said, terribly embarrassed.

[sauntereddownward]

"Logically, yes," he said hesitantly. Crowley paused. "No need to rush, though, don't you think?"

In no way was he just as nervous about the prospect as Aziraphale. In no way at all.

[theangelfell]

“No, no need at all,” Aziraphale said quickly. And decided that he could definitely not bring it up again until Crowley did. He’d just thought... that Crowley wanted that. And Aziraphale thought he did, but... also didn’t know what that meant.

[sauntereddownward]

"I mean, after all, it hasn't been pressing on me for so long. I do like kissing you, though. Very much. And touching. I...like your skin. You're very soft," he mumbled.

[theangelfell]

"I like kissing you too," said Aziraphale, and was suddenly very aware of being on Crowley's lap. "You haven't... you haven't done anything yet that I don't like."

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley stroked his cheek again. It was remarkably soft. He couldn't quite get over that fact.

"Hrm, well...good, then. I think. Yes, that's good..."

His fingers slid around behind the angel's neck to pull him close for a kiss. Mostly to see if it was still something Aziraphale enjoyed.