(* He feel the gentle bump of the shelf against his back, eyes slightly wide ) Oh— did you get a new cologne? It smells rather lovely? But yes, I am, I find that it works rather well for me to remember things over and over again if I experience it.

What do you mean I ta— (* As Crowley moved in, he felt the breath on his neck before the contact was made. Whatever thoughts had inhabited the angels brain were now extinct. ) ….oh— (*a soft gasp, fingers finding the others arms )

(* The sensations that are coursing through his body are entirely new and absolutely thrilling yet terrifying.) Me? (* He attempts to speak, his head shifting to the side as he closes his eyes, leaning back against the bookshelf) I’ve done nothing…

(* Unholy. Bookshelf. Him.) 𝑶𝒉— I think I might sort of, maybe, understand. (* Thoughts were not forming sentences, but in the back nook of his bookstore, Aziraphale shifted his head, bringing his nose against Crowleys as he breathed him in, fingers gripping his shirt)

(* The small kiss is enough to send a shockwave through the angel, he takes a deep breath as he listens to Crowley, his words sinking in) I’ve only ever wanted you. (* He says, his hands coming up on either side of the demons face before he leans in, kissing him once more )

(* The Angel couldn’t believe that he had kissed Crowley — and was 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 kissing him. Was this unholy? Because it certainly felt good. There was a gentle hum from the angel as he pulled back to lean against the bookshelf) I don’t mind this one bit— (* he whispered)

There’s more ‘unholy’ things? (* his eyes moved to focus on Crowleys lips, hands on his chest for a moment before he met his eyes ) I quite liked those neck touches. They felt lovely.

More unholy things — Well 🫣

Hardly unholy? Well— You said you’d show me. (*gently pulls him closer as well ) Please—?

{ 𝑪𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑳𝑬𝒀 }

🪽😈

You did inde— (* a soft gasp sounded as he felt Crowleys lips on his neck, his head tilting to the side. His heart was hammering inside his chest, and which he was sure the other could feel. His fingers felt like fire on his skin— ) Crowley ~

( There’s a shift in the demeanor of the angel as Crowley bites his earlobe, a small moan sounds from his lips and he nods against the others cheek ) Please— show me. I’m yours to take. (* Aziraphale pressed himself against Crowley as he breathed )

(* As he feels the others hands and mouth moving on him, his eyes flutter shut, a hand coming up into the others hair, tangling in the red locks as he groans. The cool air hitting his skin, a free hand absentmindedly swiping books onto the floor )

(* Aziraphale felt the others hand suddenly break that barrier that no one else had crossed before, a sensation growing as he did. Thousands of emotions flew through his head as he felt the others touch against him ) 𝑶𝒉— (* he gave a shaky breath, his hips shifting slightly)

{ 𝑪𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑳𝑬𝒀 }

Is that an offer? Or a suggestion?

He’s sitting in his velvet chair, a warm cup of coffee in his hands.

A small cozy angel in his fuzzy sweater with a cup of cocoa in his hands.

// Angel has landed 😌