principality

Crowley gave a small pout in return at the pout that Aziraphale gave him only to quickly turn it into a grin without another word. He knew there was no real threat to those words at all with the playful twinkle in his eyes. Holding his hand out he waited for Aziraphale to take it into his own before leading him out in the night air. Perfectly comfortable with it not being too hot nor too cold with the moon and stars being out to greet them as they walked by.

The demon gave a gentle squeeze to Aziraphale’s hand as they began to walk, allowing them to walk right past the Bentley for now for they would be back around for it later. At the moment it was time to have a nice walk with a few stops in mind along the way as they took their stroll under the moonlight. Though when Aziraphale sidled up closer to him with a mischevious wiggle and such a coy look on his face he couldn’t help but to blush. Cheeks heating up at the idea to give his cheeks the slightest hint of pink in the light that fell on them.

“Oh my, angel. I guess we shouldn’t make this too long of a walk then should we? If you’re quite eager to get a wiggle on with me later on this fine night together. With a couple glasses of fine wine, a delicious box of strawberries covered in equally delectable chocolate. Though I think I would much rather devour something sweeter than that for my dessert tonight. I’m thinking angel food cake” the demon replied with his own sly grin as he nudged him with his shoulder.

“I definitely going to savor that.”

@crowleyisms

So enraptured by the thought of all the tasty nibbles he’d get to sample soon, the metaphor nearly sailed right over his head. “Oh, angel food cake! Are we going to have fondu-” and then it clicked, “-oho! Well if you’re going to have ‘angel food cake’, we ought to be sure we have time for ‘devil’s food cake’ as well!”

However delightful these metaphors sounded, Aziraphale was still in no hurry to rush things. Part of the experience laid within delayed gratification, after all, and one had to do some proper pining for something before one got what they wanted.

To be pulled on top of his counterpart, to know for sure that his affections were returned…He moaned, and pressed deeper into this kiss. He felt as though light were bursting from his chest, and he kissed and kissed and kissed reluctant to even pull back for air, moreso because they didn’t need it.

“…You…are incorrigible,” he gasped, coming back down to earth. He realized his wings were out in all their glory, covering their little chesterfield and turning it into their little corner of heaven, and he smiled.

“…Yes, my impossible, narcissistic little angel,” For if their love was not a sin because he was loving himself, then it was narcissism of the highest order. Still, he would not throw it away for anything. “You taste…like profiteroles. Profiteroles filled to the brim with Grace-flavoured cream. A touch of vanilla, the lingering aftertaste of divinity…” He kissed Aziraphale one more time, sighing, content, at least for a few moments.

“Surely the chesterfield could handle a little liaising, if we asked nicely?” he purred, but then smiled, kissing him one more time and pulling back, flapping his wings gently to stretch them before folding them behind his back.

“But then…I really ought to show you my bed.” He snapped his fingers to make sure it would be there, as they had never quite decided who the rightful owner of this particular shop was. “I don’t know about you, but I fell into the habit of sleeping in 1693, and never quite stopped. It’s a King sized bed, the space is divine, and I have mountains of soft duvets and endless cushions…I should think we’d be quiet comfortable there. We’d have space to stretch out as much as we want. The thought of sharing my bed with you…is even more alluring than the thought of having it all to myself.” He got up from the couch, took Aziraphale by the hand, and led him to where the bed was.

“Do forgive me for miracling my bed here, but I was quite certain my bed would be considerably more comfortable than anything you had, unless you happened to have the same arrangement.” It was all white, of course, accented with a few sky blue pillows between the white ones. Aziraphale was nothing if not predictable.

@holywaterandcrepes​

Well, he was glad to see that he wasn’t the only one who got a little bit, ah, overexcited at times. “Oh, look at you, you beautiful thing,” He murmured in praise. After all, it wasn’t everyday that one got to admire their own wings from such a different perspective, was it? Such a lovely display! Each snow-white feather perfectly formed, from the coverts to the flight feathers, the primaries to the secondaries. It was a magnificent work of art. With an impish grin, his hand traced a path up, up, until he found the place where his counterpart’s wings attached to his back.

He slowly scritched the short scapular feathers there, working his fingers in. He smiled, innocently. “Tell me, does this feel as delectable to you as it usually does for me?”

With a soft laugh, he allowed himself to be drawn over to the bed. “I do not have the same arrangement,” He admitted, taking in the veritable mountain of feather-down pillows and soft duvets. “I never did take up sleeping. Couldn’t the time be better spent reading?”