[Joint post] Baked angels

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[What started as a drunken dare has ended with Crowley and Aziraphale (the second) sitting next to the Christmas tree and giggling like a pair of schoolboys who've just turned loose the science teacher's frogs. A plate strewn with a few crumbs sits nearby.]

[Crowley is leaning back against Aziraphale, tie half undone and collar unbuttoned, a mostly empty bottle of cheap wine in one hand.] And then. And then. Do you remember, back in Athens? I interr- int'rupted your party and you...you— [pitches off into a fit of hysterical laughter]

[Aziraphale wipes his eyes under his glasses, sputtering. He's flushed, and there's a bit of a stain on one sleeve from what looks (and smells) like a spill of alcohol.] Oh He- Hev- That was a night I fear I'll never forget. Though, I didn't tell, never, I didn't tell you that, when their faces--you remember, when you came bursting through in that outfit, their faces--I nearabout had a heart attack from trying not, from laughing. From trying not to laugh.

[It takes a moment for Crowley to contain his laughter to the point where he's capable of speech again.] No no no. The best part—the best part is, I left the poor sod wand'rin' the streets. In Athens. At night. Next to naked, with fifty drachmas in his hands— [laughing again]

[And Az can't even respond; he sags against Crowley, eyes closed, laughing until he's gasping for air.]

((ooc: Backdating a little~))

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[When the demon's laughter subsides again, he stares at the mostly empty bottle in his hand and then taps it lightly against the angel's arm.]

Here. S'yours.

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Oh, really, you're too kind. [He takes it, inspects it, and then points it at Crowley. A jet of champagne sprays at the demon's head.]

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[lskfsldk Crowley is far too drunk and high for reflexes. He's hit :|]

[Instead of trying to duck out of the way and maybe lessen the damage he sort of half turns from where he's been leaning on the angel and tries to knock the bottle out of the angel's hands.]

[...this won't end well.]

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[Oops, there goes the bottle, still spraying, and hey, there's a Crowley face, and Crowley lips and yes, Aziraphale is not exactly himself at the moment because he doesn't really realize that he is kissing said lips until he is already half way towards Frenching Crowley.]

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[...WELL THEN.]

[The demon should be entirely surprised by this. Except he's sort of got this automatic reaction to kiss back when he's being kissed—especially by angels named Aziraphale.]

[It's a bit difficult to distinguish angels named Aziraphale when one is this intoxicated. :|]

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[There's some small, guilty part of him that knows he shouldn't do this, that this isn't his Crowley, that if Crowley is kissing him it's because he l-- cares about, cares for the other angel in the other world, but it's very very hard to feel anything more than passing guilt just now.]

[Crowley is kissing him. Crowley is healthy and whole and is kissing him. This little part of his world for this little space of time is put right again.]

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[Crowley is very much enjoying this (aside from the whole being half-drenched in champagne business) but he's in an rather awkward position as it is...so he shifts himself to where he's pretty much sitting in the angel's lap now.]

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[Eep. He almost breaks away, and he's obviously nervous and more than a little awkward about having a SUDDEN CROWLEY IN HIS LAP, but worse things have happened. He pauses for a breath that he doesn't really need, eying Crowley with the nervous gaze of someone who thinks their counterpart is about to realize what a big mistake they're making.]

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[Haha, you give him too much credit Az. He's clearly not thinking about which one of you is which at the moment.]

[When Aziraphale breaks the kiss he keeps himself occupied by kissing a little trail down to the angel's throat.]

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[A sharp, sharp breath; a hand on Crowley's neck. His lips are next to Crowley's ear. He wants to kiss it, just to kiss it, but--]

C... Crowley. [His voice squeaks a little.]

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Mmmm?

[Finally Crowley drags himself away from the angel's throat, lifting his head to look questioningly at Aziraphale.]

Wha?

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I'm not. This isn't. You appear to be in my lap. [Oh lord, he's giggling again. HE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE GIGGLING ABOUT THIS.]

1/3

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2/3

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3/3

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[And Crowley cracks up as well, leaning forward to embrace the angel as they both giggle like idiots.]

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[He finally manages to get control of himself, wiping his eyes with one hand.] Oh dear.

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[The demon sighs as the laughs subside once again, arms still wrapped around Aziraphale. In fact...this is really quite comfortable. He lays his head down on the angel's shoulder and yawns.]

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[Before he even realizes it, his wings are out and wrapped around them both. He lets the intoxication leave with a shiver, lets the rest of the chemicals drop from his system. And no, Crowley is still there, curled in his lap.]

[No, this Crowley doesn't need to be protected. This Crowley is safe on his own.]

[...still not letting go.]

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[Unfortunately, Crowley hasn't bothered to drop the intoxicants from his system. He's still very, very out of it, and very comfortable. And sleepy. This does not a winning combination make, because...well.]

[He sighs again, burying his face in the crook of the angel's neck (once the sunglasses become a problem he conveniently makes them disappear without a second thought). When he speaks it's really more of a mumble.]

Mm. Love you 'Ziraphale.

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[...]

[........]

[.................]

[Aziraphale is frozen. His brain is frozen. His voice is frozen. Pretty much his entire SELF is frozen. Because. Because. Crowley. Just. What. CROWLEY did. He.]

[What.]

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[The demon remains blissfully unaware. And warm. And comfy.]

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[His voice is a faint squeak.] Cr... Crowley. Crowley?

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Mmm...hm?

[Stirring a bit]

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[He clears his throat] Perhaps. We should. If. The other... other one of. Me.

[He is fighting a flail SO HARD right now.]

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[Crowley finally drags himself up to where he's looking Aziraphale in the face again, this time without the sunglasses. He looks as though he's about ready to pass out.]

Wha...what?