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[blessedarethebookmakers]

[he stands in front of a window, winter light streaming in around him and highlighting his white wings. Clever people may notice he's added another ring, silver and black on the fourth finger of his left hand as he folds them in front of him and beams. More than his usual polite interest, his eyes are shining and he looks positively radiant and may, in fact, be glowing just a hair.

When he speaks, his voice is like warm honey]

Hello, I'd like to take the time to welcome all the newcomers to our lovely little situation. It may seem odd and even frightening to be so far from home. You may feel overwhelmed by the task ahead of you and that you may not be able to accomplish healing the corruption that has blighted this land. But I can assure you, it's possible. Some of it has already been cleansed and purified.

How, you may ask?

Why, through our efforts. As a unit. As a group. A team even. Everyone has value and worth here. We are all able to contribute. And there are many here who would help you and guide you to settling in. Finding your way. I'd call upon Lydia if you needed a ready mind and an open ear. Or Eleanor or Richie if you wanted someone to drink and commiserate with. Michael is always splendid to talk to. If there are any children among you, Webby [goodness, what a name] and Leia are wonderful playmates. [so he assumes]

And there are plenty of others here to help.

As for me, I am your local librarian. [his grin widens as this is very new and not even Crowley knows it yet] The selection here is rather small and limited at the moment,but feel free to come in and browse and check out [his wings twitch a little at that] at your leisure. But do see the books are returned in a timely manner. After all, I know where you live. [a smile as if it's a joke]

To that end, I am offering a slight commission for any one who can bring me a book that they find in the wilds or wherever. If you're interested, please take stock of what the library already offers. I'm not interested in copies of mundane things here, but other sorts of books. They don't necessarily have to be non-fiction, but any sort of spell work, spell craft or magic theory that you can find I will pay top dollar for. And also limited or first editions.

[he is not sure where he'll get the top dollar, but nevermind]

Aside from that, welcome to all who have come.

If you have any questions or wish to seek the personal attentions of the head librarian, my consultation hours are posted on the office door.

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[serpentinthegarden]

Angel... If that laugh hadn't been so enchanting you might really have been in for it. Whatever 'it' would end up being. The hand's presence in his back pocket was sadly missed when it was gone but that coin soon took up residence there so his rear wouldn't be too lonely. Crowley shook his leg once or twice trying to dislodge the blasted thing but allowed himself to be guided along by the clasped hand. "What makes you think it didn't land on tails? It very much feels like it did land on tails." He meanwhile found that chipped chalice interesting... one needed to be on guard against those. You really never knew when an old goblet like that might be a holy relic. "It's a big castle. It makes sense you would be able to see a lot from up here." Which, as he looked out the window and down at all the little buildings and people rushing around down there, did sort of brought a thought to mind. "Ever had any luck with those flight spells?"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Promises promises.

"I felt the tail, darling. Not a coin in sight." He leaned into Crowley a bit and hummed. "Yes. But it's odd, isn't it? Such a grand castle for such an Americana town. And a rather pretentious one at that." He sniffed. "Doesn't it seem to you out of place here? As if it's a monument to something else entirely?"

On the other hand. "Though I suppose it could be just poor city planning."

At Crowley's question he smiled. "Yes. I mean... they do get a bit awkward but..." He stood in front of Crowley and flared his wings wide, letting the light catch the brilliant white feathers. "Would you like a spin?"

[serpentinthegarden]

"I doubt they built it for Merlin." He decided while ever so subtlety laying his wing over Aziraphale's back. They best way to enjoy a view was cuddled under a wing. Once the angel stepped away the cuddle ended but what took its place quiet took his breath away. Those flared wings, brightly back lit by the sunlight streaming in through the window, and Aziraphale's positively glowing face offering him a hand back into the clouds. It was glorious but certainly not meant for him, not the flying part at least... He took a step back. "Nah, better not. I'm pretty sure demons aren't meant for heights." Crowley made for the hall but looked back to make sure Aziraphale followed. "We still have the other room to check."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Aziraphale basked in his attentions, watching the expression on his face and knowing the effect he must have. He frowned a bit as Crowley stepped back and then deeper as the demon moved away.

Oh...well...yes, quite. He'd never thought about that.

And yet...

He moved behind him, catching him round the waist and pressing a kiss to the back of a wing, a spot just under his ear.

"So long as you are in my arms, Crowley, on the ground or in the air, I will never let you fall."

[serpentinthegarden]

He already had fallen, angel... Twice apparently. Once when he had plummeted from Heaven to Hell and once again back in a relatively tiny garden, which was surrounded by a tall wall, when he had heard a silly angel had given away his flaming sword. You can't keep him from falling if you are the cause of it. "Shuddap." He spoke a touch harshly just to drive those far too powerful feelings to the back of his mind. This did not need to become a conversation about Falling... Centuries later it was still raw, confusing, but not really regretted. He was a demon now, that's the way it was. And he was in love with an angel. Damn. "Go open the bloody door." Which he said even if he did lean back into those kisses, giving the very mixed message of 'hey, I need a moment' and 'never leave my side'. Demons in love were fickle.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Yes, he knew it was a bit of a touchy subject. He had just thought to-- Well never mind. The point was he understood. He gave him another little kiss on the jaw. Then moved around him to sashay to the door in the most ridiculous way possible before turning and placing his back against it.

"Before I open you must pay the entry fee." And he lifted his chin, hoping Crowley would understand just what the entry fee was.

[serpentinthegarden]

Oh God, angel! That sashay... those hips swaying side to side, the footwork! You were absolutely ridiculous! He tried not to smile, he really did but it was impossible not to have at least the corner of his mouth turn up as he watched that silly dance. Crowley shook his head and his hand landed on his hip at about the same time Aziraphale's back came to rest in that very come hither way against the door. He had an idea what the fee might entail. Crowley's predatory nature was intrigued and he almost slithered his way to the door. One gloved hand came to land on the angel's chest while the other found its way to his ribs, just so it could leisurely drift its way down to squeeze a handful of Aziraphale's thigh. "Mmm, is it a very expensive fee?" He kissed that chin... then traced a line of extra kisses from there to Aziraphale's lips. Melting into the embrace he growled low in his throat while applying just the faintest hint of suction to draw that lower lip between his.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

There was something wonderful about the way Crowley came snaking up to him. The warm hand on his chest. The other trailing down giving him gooseflesh all over and then--

The squeeze made him squeak, quite embarrassingly, feathers fluffing everywhere, and by the time he thought to gather his thoughts to answer saucily, there were those exciting little peppery kisses. He hummed into that final one, melting against Crowley. Then slipping his hands around the small of his back and pulling him in just a touch closer.

"It's...fairly expensive..." He gasped when he had the breath. Then gave Crowley a coy look.

"Are you sure you can afford it?"

[serpentinthegarden]

"Hmm, probably not." Still his smile was almost radiant as he took the most divinely evil delight in getting Aziraphale to make that panicked squeak. If he stopped to really listen it was almost as if he could still hear it still echoing down the halls. "But since I've lost out on being good today already I could always steal enough." He snuggled in tight, drawn close by the arms pulling him in, and did just that... stealing a quick peck of a kiss before any protest could be made. Then as the wonderful newness of the situation hit him he chuckled with a lightly evil laugh. "Can you imagine what would have happened if I had pulled you off into the curtains of one of those stuffy Victorian parties? Making as much noise as that you would have scandalized the entire evening!"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Mm!" As if he could protest with that radiant smile fixed in his direction! Crowley always looked so good when he smiled. When he laughed. When he did anything really, but the smile was coveted. Even if it was slightly wicked.

That laugh gave him a little thrill too and he wondered if--

"I beg your pardon!" The thought of being dragged off behind the curtains to do deviously immoral things while risking exposure and giving into rampant lust aside.

"I do not make that much noise." He huffed. It was one sound. One. "And I certainly could make no noise at all if I chose to."

[serpentinthegarden]

Aziraphale too had a wonderful smile. It could really brighten up an entire room... which figured as he was an angel and brightening the world with a smile was likely in the job description. But Aziraphale also had the most wonderful affronted pout too! It was so cute the demon's wings happily flared when the angel grumbled at him.

"It wasn't a complaint, angel."

He drew close to Aziraphale's ear, still smiling as he nipped the edge of his jaw.

"I like hearing how well appreciated my work is."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Aziraphale huffed.

And then huffed a little more. And then made just the tiniest sound when his jaw was nipped. A little sigh at the words in his ear. Barely noises at all really.

But, oh, he was impossible. This was impossible.

He wanted to show just how resilient he could be! How much mettle he had! To not make a sound no matter what was done to him.

But then--! Those pleased words. That flare of those achingly beautiful wings... Oh, it just made him want to be louder. To show his pleasure more obviously. To squirm against him and melt in his arms.

"Well!" He did squirm a bit and then glowered, pouted more, up at him. "I am just saying that, if I needed to be silent. If I wanted to. I could. I am in fact quite capable of being silent whenever. Just so you know. Just so you realize."

Then he took Crowley by the gorgeously tailored lapels.

"Now shut up and pay your debt." And he pulled him in for an open mouthed kiss, determined to get more sounds out of the demon than any that could be gotten out of him.

[serpentinthegarden]

Crowley nodded at each affirmation that Aziraphale could indeed be silent. If he wanted to. Nod. Whenever. Nod. Hadn't he been told off? Nod, nod. And gently brushed his lips over those furiously pouting cheeks just like one might lightly kiss a newborn baby left in their care when no one was around to see. "Oh yeah, quiet as a church mouse you are." He teased again, totally pressing his luck but there was a game to be had in winding the angel up too. He won that squirm and those lovingly accusing glares, so warm in their new familiarity that he closed his eyes and sank into the touch. He was still basking in their verbal sparing when he was roughly pulled down into the kiss. Now demons were masters at being quiet. They went about sulking in the darkness, slipping through the shadows, never seen and never heard... unless they wanted to be. Crowley wasn't really in their same league. He played his music way too loud, spoke boisterously in bars when drunk, and revved his engine far too often, so he actually gasped a startled hum when his mouth was invaded that suddenly. Anything more than that would of course have been muffled by the kiss itself.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

He needn't be so sarcastic! Aziraphale had been making a very specific point. But nevermind. That gasp made it all worth it somehow. As if he hadn't seen it coming. Aziraphale returned the hum, tasting his mouth, the edges of his teeth, letting himself melt into the kiss and pulling down Crowley to melt with him.

It was odd how easy this was. How easy to fa-- to...to let himself be swept along by it. The heat of the moment, the warmth of Crowley, the familiar and nostalgic smell of him. He wanted to curl his wings around the demon and pull him in. Lavish his body with kisses until there were more startled hums. Among other things.

He honestly hadn't suspected he'd want anyone quite this much and yet-- it was as easy as breathing. In fact he wasn't quite sure he could stop.

But he did pull away a little, stealing that hat to run a hand through the red hair and give it a tug.

"What do you say we look at this room and then find somewhere a little more..." he licked his own bottom lip absently as he looked at Crowley's and then back into his eyes. "Comfortable."

[serpentinthegarden]

Comfortable! Crowley had a very firm idea in his mind what that meant! Cuddling! Absolutely tons of cuddling! Them wrapped up in each other's arms, maybe sitting on a lap, stealing kisses, exchanging those ever so fond hungry looks and maybe... just maybe, him getting a reward he hadn't actually earned but that couldn't be held back because he was after all far too irresistible. Just as the angel was. Aziraphale's pulling away was pure torture after that kiss, after feeling their bodies held fast together against he door. He couldn't even think to protest the stealing of hat hat or the ruffling of his hair... both of which were offenses to good Victorian fashion sense, but that Crowley wore with an unimaginable delight and a firm grin. "After you keymaster." One more room then... though he didn't expect they would really find anything, especially if they did keep carrying on this way. And he did very much wish to continue carrying on this way! He waited until the door was opened and then followed Aziraphale on in, making sure to stay unreasonably close just so he could ruffle the angel's feathers with a free hand before he dived into a cardboard box to paw through it.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Keymaster." He tapped the hat onto his own head. "Do you know I think I like that." He opened the door to a round room with a low ceiling and

"Oh!" He startled a little at the feather ruffle. That cad.

There weree other things in the room. Cupboards. Dried hanging plants-- long past dried more dead in the air. Overturned bookshelf or two yes yes. Quite intriguing.

But even moreso that narrow back and the proud dark wings arching from it.

Hmm.

He casually made his way over and leaned in a bit.

"Do tell me if you find anything, won't you, darling?" And he gave a ticklish pinion or two a little tug before turning back himself to investigate a curiously carved wardrobe.

[serpentinthegarden]

Only moments ago they had been talking about sounds and how quiet one could be during those more intimate clandestine moments and... "GAHH!" It was absolutely impossible not to yelp quite nearly in a High C when those pinions were tickled. Oh! That had sent a sudden coil of sensation racing down his back all the way to his toes and it had sent nearly every feather in both wings curling up towards the ceiling. Crowley glanced back at the retreating angel, wearing his hat no less, and doubtless looking as wicked as it he had just finished off the last slice of cherry pie. "Cheek." He looked back to that dusty old box only after watching that proud strut of Aziraphale's a little longer. The cardboard was as old and as dusty as the contents inside but in the very bottom there was... an old dried up disgusting sponge. "It's like some abandoned witches house." Crowley decided as he glanced at the shriveled plants hanging upside down in the window. "Never understood that. Why keep dead plants when you could have live ones?"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

He laughed at the outcry and looked over his shoulder.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Crowley." He fluttered his eyelashes at him and opened the wardrobe, stepping back as a few moths flew out. Nothing was left in there but a few scraps of fabric. "Dear lord I hope not. I think we've had quite enough of witches." He tentatively patted around the back of the cupboard for any kind of secret and was disappointed.

"I'm sure I don't know. Horticulture was never my thing. I could barely manage to keep the estates hedges trimmed. Had to use a miracle or seven let me tell you."

[serpentinthegarden]

"I remember." The demon huffed as he moved away from the box and poked about in what might have at one time been a trunk with ladies hats inside it. "I had to drop my handkerchief to distract one of the family's body guards when you decided to miracle those petunias in. Red was a nice choice really." Some of these had been straw which had not held up well at all, some other had been decorated with more of the dried flowers... so maybe that was what this room had once been, a hat making studio. It was a real mess now whatever it had been! "Aw," Crowley sighed as he held up what had likely been a very fine black bonnet at one time. "Shame they let this go to waste."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Mm. I remember..." He had meant them to be white, but had been a bit distracted by the handkerchief incident. There was something about that pencil skirt. He was so distracted reminiscing it took him a moment to realize Crowley had spoken.

"Hm?" His wings perked. "Oh yes. It's lovely, dear. Why not keep it? Certainly no one else is going to use it. He was tempted to go over just to get an excuse to brush feathers, when he spotted something under a dusty corner of carpet.

"What is this?" Bending himself, he gingerly pulled the carpet aside and spotted--

"Oh!" His wings flared. "Well, what a place to leave this!" It was a book. He picked it up. It looked rather worn. "The Journal of Pecos Bill... Well... How very odd." He opened it very carefully and peered at it. "No one I've heard of. Have you?"

[serpentinthegarden]

Crowley's finger went through the twin pair of holes in the bonnet. "Nah... I think its only good for horses now." He dropped the thing back into the trunk and sauntered over to glare at the book over Aziraphale's shoulder. Glare, it was more of a loom really... a loom in which his hands wound their way around the angel's waist for a hug while he was otherwise distracted with his find. He had actually heard that name before. An older movie, 90s era... but it had been years and the details were vague. It wasn't something one rewatched like Bond movies. "Eh, its a Western. Can't remember much more about it. Kind of a lame movie." The neckline of Aziraphale's collar was slowly pulled aside so an evil taste could be taken of his neck. "That's just become a good deed."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Oh Mm. A Western... Well..." He didn't have much to say about that as those arms winding about his waist were awfully distracting. Not to mention the warmth pressing between his wings. The slightly cool air when his collar was tugged aside gave him chill prickles and the brush of Crowley's breath even more. He did his best not to let out so much as a peep at the kiss... Though a tiny little sound might have escaped anyway... and tilted his head to allow more of that if Crowley so wanted to.

"What is a good deed? Volunteering information?"

[serpentinthegarden]

"Successfully finding a book for the library!" He said ever so triumphantly, but added with just a slight hint of teasing like they were school age youngsters with their first crush. "And I'll carry it home for you." And the wickedness being visited upon that soft skin wouldn't count against him in the least! So Crowley thought as he took up the invitation to nuzzle into the neck and press a few more kisses randomly here or there, where ever seemed most in need of a little demonic attention.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"O--oh...." He had been the one to find the book really so that hardly counted-- but with those wicked kisses it was difficult to keep that in mind. "Mm!" That noise was in agreement and not because Crowley had found a particularly devastating spot right in the center.

"Yes... I suppose you ought." He wasn't even sure what he was agreeing to, to be honest. He let go of the book with one hand to rest it over the ones wrapped round his waist, running a finger over the smooth band on the demon's finger and getting an odd little thrill.

"You'll be using a coupon then, I imagine?" There is just resignment in his voice and not at all hope or expectation or thrill.

[serpentinthegarden]

Oh the sweet surrender! The way Aziraphale leaned back against him, that blissful hum of pleasure... and there was something about the ring. It was a sort of power that often drew even the demon's fingers to play over its surface, like it was a dream or some sort of absolutely impossible miracle. His lips lingered over the angel's pale skin, loathe to move away but this room wasn't exactly as comfortable as their own might be. He gently moved out from under the angel's hand to take the book, then practically danced his way back towards the door. "Maaaaaybe." Biting his lower lip playfully he leaned briefly against the door-frame with an evil tease. "You will just have to wait and see."