realityshifted | 001 | an angel's arrival

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001 | an angel's arrival

[Aziraphale appears on the Plane, looking about in bemusement.] Oh, dear. This wasn’t quite what I expected.

[He knew there’d been something strange about that shop. Still, it’s a bit disappointing. He’d been somewhat looking forward to the prospect of a new little store. They often contain books overlooked by everyone else in some forgotten corner.]

Adam? [Asked hesitantly, because this certainly isn’t Heaven, it doesn’t seem to be Hell, and that more or less leaves the cause of this in the hands of the only teenager he knows who’s capable of manipulating reality.]

[Then he spots the kiosk and strides over, selecting the first brochure (paper, of course, his brief interaction with the machine in order to get it to print was more than enough) and begins to skim it, murmuring comments aloud as he does.] Do former hellhounds count as sentient, I wonder? Chicago? That seems rather a random choice. Television character? As if I’d– Test subjects? Dear Lord. ‘Dragged from one reality to anoth-’

[There he stops, frowning at the area around him.] Oh, come now, dear boy, this is quite surpassing the top. [Not exactly the expression he’s looking for, but he continues on unperturbed.] Perhaps I do need a change of scenery, but this is hardly the appropriate way to go about achieving that. I’m very busy, you know, so I’m afraid I really must insist you put reality back in its proper order. [That comes out a bit more disapproving than he’d intended, and he pauses.] Er. Please. I’d very much appreciate it, if you don’t mind.

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Since you've-

[Aziraphale blinks at that, frowning slightly. It's either been centuries, since back when wearing less clothing was a societal normality, or when they'd gotten drunk, and perhaps Aziraphale was a bit fuzzy on the details. But that doesn't seem to quite fit with Crowley's tone.]

What do you mean?

[He's beginning to have an idea, but he isn't certain it's correct.]

[He needs to remind himself that this isn't his angel. He frowns and gets up from that wonderfully warm lap. Pacing a bit, he thinks to himself for a long moment before he speaks again.]

I... My Angel and I were... The night before you.., he died we were able to... I... Look, we had one night where I was able to stop being such a demon and we... We were intimate. No, it was more than that. We made love.

[The last word hangs in the air, at once a cherished memory, a denouncement of his kind, and a moment of limitless grief.]

I regret never actually telling you... him how I really feel. I thought we had more time.

[He stops his pacing and looks away.]

I love you, Angel.

[Aziraphale lets him go reluctantly, watching him pace with furrowed brows and a slight frown. Which doesn't lessen at all as Crowley begins to talk, and Aziraphale realizes that his beginning of an idea had indeed been correct.

He doesn't know what that means, doesn't know if it matters. If it should matter. It feels like it does, that Crowley's had this with him, but he hasn't had it with Crowley. Well. Another version of him, which doesn't make it any less confusing.

But his breath catches at Crowley's last words, and right now, Aziraphale doesn't care. Whatever he may feel after he's had more time to mull over everything, when faced with those words coming from Crowley, Aziraphale can't do anything else but stand and cross the room towards him.]

I thought we had more time as well. It wasn't until after you... he died that I realized just how much it was that I'd lost.

[He reaches out hesitantly to cup Crowley's cheek.]

I am very much in love with you, my dear.

[This, at least, seems to be a first for the both of them.]

[A mix of emotions seem to cross his face, finally resting into a smile. He pulls the angel into a slow, loving kiss, putting as much emotion as he could muster into it. When he breaks the kiss, he only pulls a fraction of an inch away.]

Seems we both made the same bad assumption.

[Aziraphale watches him closely, trying not to feel a bit worried, before Crowley finally smiles. When Crowley kisses him, he kisses back, his hand sliding up Crowley's cheek to run through his hair.]

Yes, it does. I'm so very glad we both had the chance to rectify it.

[His arms wrap around the angel's torso and he pulls him close.]

Me too, me too.

[Aziraphale's response is to kiss him again. He's beginning to understand why so much of humanity is preoccupied with this whole kissing thing. It's quite...well, he could almost describe it as intoxicating.

Though then again, perhaps that's only because it's Crowley.]

[Well, there are no complaints here, Angel. He's very eagerly becoming reacquainted with his kisses.]

[Slightly enamored of being the one to instigate this rather than merely sitting back and reacting as it happens, Aziraphale wraps his free arm around Crowley's waist and pulls him closer, still not breaking the kiss.]

[It's also handy, this not needing to breathe thing. His arms tighten even more around the angel, his body seeming to mold to the other's shape.]

[Ah, yes, quite. If Aziraphale was thinking about anything but how Crowley tastes and the novelty of their bodies pressed together, he would wonder how humans managed it, having to take breaks for that breathing thing. Aziraphale finally breaks from the kiss, but then it's only to place experimental kisses along Crowley's jawline. At some point, he'll remember that he was the one who wanted to slow things down.]

[Well, now that his mouth isn't otherwise occupied, he lets out a breath that rather turns into a moan.

Oh, what the hell... He sits down, pulling Aziraphale with him, onto the bed.]

[Mmm. Yes. Aziraphale discovers he quite likes Crowley making that sound. Or, to be more specific, to be the cause of Crowley making that sound.

He sits down on the bed next to Crowley, leaning into him in an attempt not to have to move his lips from Crowley's skin.]

[He made more little noises and light moans. His fingers teased the angel's sides. He wanted their clothing off, preferably yesterday, but a) he couldn't just banish their clothing and b) he didn't want to scare the angel away again.]

[He finally lets go of Crowley's hair, in order to smooth his hand down Crowley's neck, fingers sliding under his shirt. At the moment, Aziraphale's entirely caught up in what he's doing, and isn't exactly considering where things are heading.]

[Crowley's not going to stop this runaway train, instead he's just trying hard not to derail it by being stupid. A hand rests on the angel's hip and his head tilts back. It is very difficult for him to behave like this.]

[Yes, well, Aziraphale isn't exactly in a position to frown on him for his behavior, considering he's not particularly behaving at the moment, either. He kisses his way down Crowley's neck, pausing to lick at a particularly delectable bit and applying a tentative hint of teeth before continuing on.

It's when he hits the fabric of Crowley's shirt and starts to reach up to push it aside that his behavior catches up to him. He pulls away slightly, almost but not quite embarrassed.]

Ah. I seem to have gotten a bit carried away, my dear.

[He has the demon breathing heavily and looking wanton. He turns his heavy-lidded, lust-filled eyes onto Aziraphale's face.]

You don't have to stop, Angel.

[Aziraphale takes a moment to consider this. It's not a particularly long moment, as he's currently quite captivated by Crowley's eyes.]

No. No, I suppose I don't.

[He smiles rakishly.] You really don't.

[He smiles tenderly at him, resting his hand against Crowley's neck. Then he pulls Crowley in for another kiss.]

[Good angel, taking the ~~subtle~~ hint. He returns the kiss. If he was physically able to, he would be purring right now.]

[Oh, was there a hint there? Aziraphale didn't notice. He makes a soft, pleased sound as Crowley kisses him back, twisting his fingers in the fabric of Crowley's shirt. He tugs at it, trying to pull Crowley closer.]

[Oh, alright. Crowley can take a hint. He straddles Aziraphale's lap again, deepening the kiss.]

[Good demon. Apparently they can both take hints. Aziraphale hums in approval as he abandons his grip on Crowley's shirt in favor of skimming his fingertips along Crowley's side.]

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