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Ting-ling~
Another customer.
Or maybe?
"Aziraphale?" his demon's voice rang through the bookshop.
Oh!
Aziraphale peeked around a bookcase and waved a hand at the demon lingering in the doorway. "Over here." He turned back to the human standing in front of him, suddenly all smiles.
"I'm ready to have sex, angel." The human raised their eyebrows just a little and Aziraphale's smile stretched into something of a grimace for just a moment before any impropriety was forgotten and his mind raced with the implications of the statement.
Crowley was here now; he turned the corner of the bookcase. "Oh, you have a customer." Aziraphale's eyes flicked to the human and then back to the demon's face. Crowley stretched an arm up to lean on the bookcase and nodded at the book clutched in the human's hands. "Whatchya reading?" He smiled at them. It didn't quite feel friendly.
The human tilted the book to show him the cover. He didn't read it. He plucked the book from their hands and looked at it closer. He still didn't read it. "Oh, neat." Book now safely in his grasp he looked back up at the human. "Get out."
"Wh- what?"
"He wasn't gonna sell it to you anyway." He tilted his head towards the angel beside him. "We're busy. Go on." Still that smile. To toothy, maybe? The human couldn't bring themself to protest, and started towards the door. Crowley watched after them, still all teeth.
Ta-ling-ling~
He straightened up and turned toward the angel, making eye contact through his dark glasses. Had Aziraphale been looking at him that way the whole time? (Yes.) He felt his cheeks flush and looked away as he willed it to stop. "Here." He held the book out.
"Oh." Aziraphale snapped to attention, quit his staring. He took the book in both hands and smiled warmly at the demon. "Oh, thank you." He moved to put the book back where it belonged. He did not look at Crowley as he said, "You were... saying something?"
"Right. I'm ready. To have sex. With you, angel." Aziraphale turned to face him now. Eye contact again. He fought the urge to look away this time.
"Are you certain?" There was so much kindness in the angel's face, in his voice. Any answer would be accepted, of course. But Crowley did not allow himself to waver.
"Positive."
Aziraphale stepped forward and took Crowley's hands in his. The warmth of the angel's hands, the warmth in his eyes... The heat in the demon's own face. Crowley swallowed. He'd seemed to have forgotten how to do it quietly. "Were you thinking right now, or just, introducing the possibility?"
Crowley thought for a moment. The uncertainty of putting this off seemed agonizing. When he spoke, he tried for nonchalant, but what he got was breathy, barely more than a whisper. "Now works for me, if it's good for you?"
"It's good for me, yes. Shall we head upstairs?"
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Aziraphale had been quite comfortable.
The sun streaming through the bookshop windows was warm, the armchair beneath him was soft and sturdy. A fresh cup of tea steamed beside him. And sprawled on the couch nearby was Crowley, asleep. For a moment Aziraphale regretted sitting in the chair instead of scooching the demon's legs to join him on the couch, but he wouldn't want to disturb him. Besides, from here he could see him over the pages of his book as he read and he certainly didn't mind that.
By the time one of them stirred, the light was orange with sunset, the tea was long gone, and Aziraphale had put a sizable dent in his book. It was Crowley, who awoke and rolled himself off the couch. He was moving around the bookshop now but Aziraphale was quite absorbed in his book, and didn't really register the change until the demon had come to stand in front of him.
"What're you reading?"
"Persuasion. Jane Austen," he clarified, keeping his eyes on the book.
"You've read that before, yeah?"
"A few times, yes."
"Then can you take a break?" At this Aziraphale did look up.
"What do you need, my dear?" Oh. The look on the demon's face answered for him. Aziraphale closed his book and pulled off his reading glasses, smiled as his cheeks filled with color. Crowley leaned down to kiss him, cupped his chin in his hand. He climbed into the chair to kneel straddling the angel.
And it was so comfortable. The weight of the demon in his lap. The way Crowley's legs fit beside his own, the way the demon's thighs fit his palms. Hands on cheeks, lips on lips. Smiles against smiles. They could stay here forever and it would be eternity well spent. And yet...
Aziraphale couldn't help but want more. The two had been quite happy to add kissing to their routine. And after millennia of having to keep their distance, it was everything just to be able to sit with him here. But now that they were safe, Aziraphale could hardly justify holding back out of, what, habit?
When Crowley moved to kiss his neck, Aziraphale took the opportunity to speak as he let his fingers draw absentminded shapes under the hem of the demon's shirt.
"Crowley?"
"Mmmm?"
"Have you ever thought about sex?"
Crowley hardly missed a beat as he kissed a line up the angel's neck. A somewhat dismissive "What?" was his only response.
"Intercourse, Crowley. With me. Have you ever thought about having sex with me?"
"Oh." Crowley sat back to study the angel's face. "That's what humans would do here, isn't it."
"Some of them, yes." Aziraphale felt quite sheepish in the demon's gaze, and he missed the warmth of his lips on his skin. This was Not what the angel would call comfortable. But then, their first kiss had been... awkward... as well, and look what'd come of that. Aziraphale just needed to push through this bit and find out what was on the other side.
Crowley Had thought about it. Intercourse. With him. Not as... extensively as the angel had, but it'd crossed his mind, to be sure. Only, he wasn't quite as knowledgeable on the subject as Aziraphale. He understood the basic mechanics, of course. You could hardly spend 6000 years among humans without learning something. But Aziraphale had known quite a bit about the human reproductive system long before there were even any humans around figuring it out for themselves, hadn't he? And, unlike the angel, Crowley hadn't been inclined seek out more on the subject than he'd found by happenstance.
"Have you thought about it?"
The angel blushed as he thought about lying. (Maybe he'd unpack that instinct later.) "Quite a bit, yes."
"And you wanna do it?"
"...Quite a bit, yes."
"Okay then." A wave of relief rushed over Aziraphale. He would've understood if Crowley had dismissed the idea, but the space between the question and the answer was agonizing and he was glad to be clear of it. "Not yet, though."
"Oh, of course, my dear. We have all the time in the world. Just let me know when you're ready." Right. He'd have to do some research. But it was hard to concentrate on forming a game plan while Aziraphale's lips grazed his fingers, kissed his palm. He'd worry about it later.
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"I'm ready to have sex, angel." The words rang through Aziraphale's mind, still. He squeezed Crowley's hand in giddy anticipation as they reached the bedroom door. He reached towards it, then thought to miracle a quick change to the room beyond. Now satisfied, he opened the door.
LED candles flickered throughout the room and a wine bottle and glasses awaited them on the dresser at the foot of the bed.
"How romantic," Crowley deadpanned as they stepped through the door. Aziraphale pouted.
"You don't like it?"
"No, no, angel, I do." The angel's smile returned. Good.
"Would you like a drink?" Aziraphale asked, already pouring. Crowley took the offered glass, downed it, and immediately wished he'd shown more restraint. Aziraphale refilled it. "Are you sure you want to do this, Crowley?"
"I do, yeah, I'm just... you know..." Aziraphale put his glass on the dresser, took Crowley's to do the same. He took the demon's hands in his and stepped closer to gently kiss his lips.
"Can I do something to make you more comfortable?"
"You could kiss me again." So he did. And it did put Crowley at ease, at least a bit. He knew his way around this, around the angel's lips, by now. He'd They'd figured out kissing, and they would figure out sex. Humans fumbled their way through it too, at the start, didn't they? And the sooner they got on with it the sooner they'd work it out.
Crowley pulled away from Aziraphale, who tried not to look put out by the loss. "Right, then," Crowley whispered. And the demon turned away from him, threw his jacket on a chair, started pulling at his scarf. Aziraphale thought he'd have liked to take the demon's clothes off himself, but they could work that out for next time. He sipped his wine and watched the demon's muscles swim under the skin of his back as he pulled off his shirt. Maybe this wasn't so bad anyway.
Crowley balanced awkwardly to pull off his shoes, and though loath to look away, Aziraphale moved to hang his own jacket in his wardrobe. He worked on his buttons as he watched the demon remove his belt. His own clothes were forgotten, waistcoat half on its hangar, as Crowley worked his jeans down around his hips, his ass.
The demon, now naked, turned towards Aziraphale, giving the angel full view of his penis. Aziraphale turned to the wardrobe, busied his hands hanging his waistcoat properly. His eyes had left it, his mind had not. But, oh.
"Are you aware that you haven't any testicles?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I thought I'd... mix it up." The demon rested a foot on the dresser and held his penis up to show off the vulva behind it.
"How inventive." He allowed his eyes to linger this time.
"You like it, angel?" Crowley's smile screamed 'demon.'
"Of course I do."
Crowley moved to stand beside the angel. He held a hand out between them, palm up. Aziraphale scrunched his eyebrows at it. "Your clothes? I'll hang. Unless you're stalling, angel."
Aziraphale scoffed and worked off his shirt, handed it over. Crowley hung it up, quite neatly, in contrast with his own clothes, strewn between chair and floor.
"So what'd you go with?"
"Hmm?" Crowley eyed the angel's still-covered groin. "Oh. A penis. A rather more traditional one. Fascinating little devices, I've always thought."
Aziraphale's clothes were hung, his shoes set neatly in the base of the wardrobe. There was nothing separating them now but the chilly air. And those glasses.
"Crowley? Are they staying on?" He stared into the demon's eyes. Or at least, he tried to.
"Oh. Right." Crowley raised a hand toward his face. Aziraphale caught it in his own.
"I understand, if you do want to keep them on, Crowley." He drew circles on Crowley's hand with his thumb. "Only, I would love to see your eyes, if you'd let me."
Crowley nodded, suddenly rather breathless. Aziraphale released his hand and he pulled the glasses off, tossed them on the dresser.
There they were. Wide and snakey and beautiful gold, shining against the red of Crowley's hair, his cheeks. Staring into the angel's own eyes. His favorite color.
"Look at you, you're gorgeous," the angel whispered. And then Crowley was melting under his lips, burning under his hands. They pulled each other close, grabbed and grasped, grazed fingers over skin, through hair. Finally, after millennia, nothing at all stood between them. Aziraphale, in that moment, found it hard to imagine he'd be willing to let anything back between them ever again. They'd simply have to stay there, naked and together in the bookshop, forever. What else would they ever need?
When they came up for air they pressed their foreheads together. Felt each other's breath on their faces, listened to their own pulses pounding.
"So what do you wanna... do?"
"Well, I must admit," the angel said, "I've always daydreamed about how you'd taste."
"Oh."