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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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[blessedarethebookmakers]

"I suppose I do..." He smiled, looking down at him. How could he not? This gorgeous creature in his lap. He was almost loathe to lose him. But was determined to have him back into it by the end of this.

"And we shall, my dear. I wouldn't miss the opportunity to make you squirm." And before that could be argued with-- "But first, of course, in order to use the coupon at all, you must pay with a kiss." He tapped his lips with a forefinger.

[serpentinthegarden]

"Is that a rule?"

Having read that coupon entirely several times he didn't remember seeing that particular activation clause.

"I don't seem to recall that being in any fine print."

Laying across the angel's lap was a very cozy place to be but if a kiss was required... Crowley pushed himself into an upright position, still utilizing Aziraphale's lap as it was a very comfortable perch, and slowly wound his arms around the angel's neck. The kiss was gradually sank into as he allowed his fingers to play with the little hairs at the back of the angel's neck long before his lips warmly pressed themselves against those more Heavenly aligned ones.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Mm. Perhaps it's just one time only..." He sucked in a breath at the weight on his lap and those slender fingers tickling the back of his neck. He set his hand at the small of Crowley's back, noticing ride away his shirt had rode up a little two fingers were gracing across warm skin.

He hummed into the kiss, wings rowing once, twice slowly in the air. Though if you would have asked him he wouldn't have known what you were talking about.

"Dangerous demon."

[serpentinthegarden]

"One time only... that's a shame."

Crowley sighed as if disappointed but moved back in to break that rule with a second kiss. After all what good were rules if you couldn't break them?

The hiked up state of his shirt was made all the more obvious by the breeze from those wings as it gently chilled the exposed skin but it was those fingers that were given the most attention. There were only the two of them but they were warm and so very soft. Naughty too to have found their way in there so easily! He was dangerous, this was dangerous but... danger could be encouraged.

"You can have the shirt," he spoke ever so innocently like this wasn't any sort of temptation to have a shirtless demon in a lap at all, "If you want. Yeah... given it some thought, even if it is the fashion around here I don't really think I can do Victorian anymore. Those stiff collars..."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

That wasn't going to be the only thing stiff if this kept up. It was dangerous and intoxicating and he couldn't help but indulging in it more. Crowley's skin felt so good under his fingers that he slipped his whole hand against it, sliding his fingertips up the ridge of his spine.

"Is that you volunteering to go first?" He hummed a little. "Fine with me... but you may find it...exhausting." And with that he stroked the skin around a wing joint with a fingertip and the faintest edge of a nail.

[serpentinthegarden]

Exhausting! What a wicked thing to suggest! And with that nail running over the skin near his wing he fully believed that. It sent actual shivers running down his back where the angel's hand had just passed.

He hadn't meant to offer to go first he had meant to offer eye candy or... or... The wing nearest the teasing hand flexed and extended of its own accord as if to display how long it's dark feathers were in absolute and complete surrender. Silly, traitorous thing! It was shot a glare but too late for the desire not to be known. He could deny it but... Crowley sighed, not much point in that really now.

"Please?"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Aziraphale laughed at the display--especially since it was apparently unconscious. Truth be told he rather liked it this way--even if he was sure his preening would have to wait.

"You only have to ask, my dear." He kissed him soundly and then slipped his hand free to slowly begin unbuttoning Crowley's shirt. "Though I am worried you'll be a bit cold. So I hope you don't mind if I warm you." And he kissed a bit of exposed collarbone as the shirt opened.

[serpentinthegarden]

"Mmmm!" The pleased sigh was the sound of his not minding in the least if he were warmed. Though really... how could he ever get cold when Aziraphale was around? He always seemed to have the opposite problem. He was sure his cheeks must be warming, but hopefully they hadn't gone pink. One lost all their edge with pink cheeks. His own arms loosened their hold around Aziraphale's neck to slide along the the angel's shoulders, leaving one to hold each one as his own long neck craned to one side to allow for further kisses. "Should be your day," he whispered nearly breathlessly at least attempting to make this about celebrating Aziraphale's new job, "Ought to be you, really."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Quite pink. But he shall pretend not to notice as he lavished that neck with kisses, hoping to get more pleased sighs. The shirt was unbuttoned, but it seemed his mouth was occupied so he let it remain fallen open for now, letting his hands roam over Crowley's chest and stomach, down his sides, over his hips and back up his spine again to massage the joints with both hands, letting his fingers warm them.

Then he leaned up and kissed him soundly, tasting his lower lip before looking into his eyes.

"If my day isn't about reducing you to a quivering mess of need, then it's hardly my day at all, is it?"

[serpentinthegarden]

Aziraphale's shoulders were held quite tightly as if the demon were afraid he might just tumble off that lap and roll straight on off the bed if he didn't clutch firmly onto something. He had spoken of the angel's hands once in a curiously unguarded moment but he hadn't dared to say what those lethal weapons could do to him. The soft things danced over his body eliciting sensations that could inspire him to cut a devil... Satan save him. He was absolutely clay in the master sculptor's hands willing to be touched and formed into what ever shape the maestro desired.

And then the angel had to go and say that...

Crowley frowned, using those fingernails of his to dig ever so slightly into the shoulders he still had a death grip on.

"I'm not quivering."

He was all but doing that! Erm... maybe he should have said the whole thing? Not being quivering implied by saying nothing that he was still a mess of need.

Whatever. Point stood. He was a big mean demon not some sweet little cream puff you could just... Ouh! That did feel good! Those wing joints being attacked again caused one of those delighted sighs the angel had so been wanting to hear and a flap as Crowley made a feint attempt to unbalance the angel enough to gain some sort of edge.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

That grip was wonderful. If the demon wasn't already pinked and flustered, there would be a lot said with that grip. He smiled benevolently at the frown and even more so at the sigh.

"Not yet, my dear. But I've only just begun." Those wings were rowing, trying to unbalance him or perhaps in unconscious desire. "But it looks like some devilish things are eager for me to continue. And so I shall."

He let go of those joints to press a hand against the center of Crowley's chest and gently, but firmly, push him back on the cloud, his wings splaying dark on either side.

"Though of course your wings are the ultimate goal, I'd be remiss if I completely ignored the chest region. That's where the flight muscles are."

He shifted, straddling the demon in order to lean in and kiss the hollow of his throat. The ridge of his collar bone. To make his way down and over that chest, capturing a nipple lightly in his teeth and testing just how much pressure to apply to make the wicked thing twitch.

[serpentinthegarden]

Those devilish things flared brilliantly in surprise when instead of unbalancing the angel to sent him back into the mattress they were the ones to land against it. And then there were those hands again, running over his chest... Mm, the lips against the soft skin at his neck, the collar bone... The teeth! Those were a rude shock but one his body responded readily to. Not much pressure was required at all to sent every bit of him reaching out for Aziraphale's touch. It was a some what awkward position to be in with the angel straddling him. Aziraphale had to be able to feel just how desired he was and the only thing Crowley could reach out to grab was the front of the angel's shirt, in a weak attempt to tug him back down to where he too could have some sort of say in where those lips landed next. "I thought they would be in back." Which was less a complaint and more a breathless and entirely distracted attempt at banter.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

He could tell, oh yes he could. But for the moment chose to ignore it. He didn't pull away from the tug, but went where he would so long as Crowley would allow it, reveling in the breathlessness of his voice.

"Are you sure? I thought they might be here." And he gave the same treatment to the other nipple, adding a flicking tongue as well before moving away. "Or perhaps...further down?" He gave Crowley a teasing smirk as he kissed the center of his chest and then just under his ribcage.

His hands he let travel down Crowley's slender waist and to his trousers where be played with the button at the front, an unspoken question.

[serpentinthegarden]

In that haze of contented sensation he had slipped into Crowley decided that the flick of an angelic tongue was the most diabolical expression of evil in the universe. It had always looked so innocent, flicking out to lick up some stray bit of frosting off a dessert fork or innocently dancing over his own during a kiss. Maybe it had always been a hidden instrument of wicked delights.

Those hands too... Soft and warm they may have been but weren't they quick to elicit a squirm by fiddling around with that button?

"Oh!"

He gaped up at the angel with wide intrigued but suspicious eyes.

"Oh no, you don't. I could buy that chest muscles might have something to do with wings but that... That's something else altogether!"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Oh no?" An innocent flutter of eyelashes. It was hard to maintain perfect innocence as that squirm had been delicious. He wanted more of it and fully intended to have his way. He let that oh sink in as he continued to kiss his way down Crowley's stomach, lingering a his navel and nibbling just below it. Meanwhile his fingers tugged the button free as he watched the demon's expression attentively.

"Well it certainly looks as if it's straining to get off the ground." He kissed just a hair lower. "I should really sort it out...make sure it's thoroughly clean." Another nibble and flick of the tongue, as if to give him an example of just how he intended on doing it.

[serpentinthegarden]

Navels were a curious thing. By rights they shouldn't have any as they had been created and not born but clearly it had been a concept God had been toying with long before the first human prototype. Or maybe it came as a hidden bonus when one was issued a body for use on Earth.

Whichever way it was Crowley ended up giggling when his was attacked... Everything down there seemed especially suseptible to touch right now but Crowley didn't think it was the least bit fair discovering he had a ticklish stomach while an angel was threatening to do things to others bits that he was fairly certain were never intended to be treated in the same way as a dessert fork.

"You can't... Like that?"

He squirmed again, very nearly gasping again at that much lower kiss.

"I'm pretty sure it's not meant to be like that."

He actually wasn't at all sure of that and doubtless that showed in those cheeks which could not possibly glow any redder and those big golden eyes which actually looked to the angel's for guidance... This would naturally always be denied if called on it.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

The ticklish stomach was noted and the giggling enchanting. It was wonderful as always to make Crowley laugh. The gasp too. More of those, please. An eternity of those. And those innocent eyes. Those rosy cheeks. It was all perfect.

"Oh I'm quite sure it's meant to be this way." He tugged the demons trousers down a bit lower, exposing him a bit to the cold but warming that poor dear cold thing with his palm. "And, after all, since this coupon is for good deeds well done, it behooves me to be thorough." He shifted to let his breath ghost over the tip, watching those alarmed eyes.

"Don't you think?"

[serpentinthegarden]

As if any part of him were cold! On the contrary the entire room seemed to absolutely seethe with heat. It was hot enough to draw out a light sheen of sweat all over the poor demon's body. He shifted again, trying to reach out to grab Aziarphale's hand or his arm, something! But he wasn't quick enough. The breeze caught him when his reaching hand was only half way there sending his senses into such a reel that his eye practically rolled back as his head uselessly hit the pillow again. "Fuck!" Now to Crowley this was only a curse word, the worst one could use in polite conversation so naturally he used it often. It was not necessarily a request but... "That's heartless that is..." He glowered down at that ever so smug angel, teasing him with every touch and word... and near touch! He knew exactly what that puff of air would do! "You're such a bastard." Demonic pillow talk at it's finest.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

He was fairly lying on Crowley's legs now, watching him with an air of fond amusement. His elbow was resting on the bed, cheek in his hand as he offered the demon a cherubic smile. Legs kicking slowly and absently behind him in the air and his own wings smooth, neither fluffed nor bristled, but arched and attentive.

He clicked his tongue and gave Crowley a pout.

"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Such language. I really ought to chastise you." He stroked that heated length with a casual air. "But I think, my darling demon, you have no idea just how much of a bastard I can be." And he leaned in to give the side a warm, lingering, kiss.

[serpentinthegarden]

Crowley would not have described that look as cherubic... but then he had known a few cherubs back in the day so that was probably a good thing. Aziraphale was still two faced! Lounging there looking all pristine and almost like a Roman laying down to dine instead of showing his true wicked nature... torturing a poor innocent demon who had done a good deed! His own wings weren't fluffed or disheveled either but only because the weight of Crowley's own body was keeping them firmly pressed down into the cloud. And he couldn't do a thing about that with that evil angel laying down on his legs! Even with his arms free he was fairly neatly pinned. What could you do with those really if you couldn't reach the smug bastard? His back arched at the touch sending his hands clawing across the bed sheets, wrinkling the fabric until one of them managed to clutch onto the soft cover of a pillowcase. "Damn, Aziraphale!" He squeaked at the kiss, positively ashen as the bold move but this time he had a counter... blushing like the devil he coiled back his arm and let that pillow fly in retaliation, aiming for that smug smile.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

He oof'd at the hit, then laughed a bit, continuing to pump gently, feeling the movement of soft warm skin over that peculiar hardness.

"Can I help it if you are amazing, my dear? So tense and aching with need?" He raised his head and licked just the tip, closing his eyes at the taste and groaning softly in the back of his throat. "You have no idea how long I've thought about this, Crowley." Another lap. Sucking very lightly. Moaning again.

"To taste you. To know you. To be with you."

[serpentinthegarden]

"And whose fault is that!" Those needs, wants, and desires were all coming from that one irritating person he was hopelessly in love with so this was entirely Aziraphale's fault! Crowley absolutely writhed across the bed, not that his serpent-like squirming actually got him any where, he only ended up partially twisted in the sheets and still very much at the mercy of that teasing angel who laid across his legs. "I am amazing." He agreed in that moment of calm but then it was all lights and primordial feelings that sent him absolutely hissing with pent up emotions. It was like no other feeling. There was something about that pressure and warmth that urged his hips to move forward, wanting this... absolutely needing this. "Ngn! Angel!"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"And so humble too." It was a sight. To see him writhe and coil and twist, that long lanky body straining with desperation. To be honest, Aziraphale was starting to strain a bit too. But that could be ignored for the sake of the sight before him. The arching of those angled hips, exquisite. The taste, full of heat, dangerous but exhilarating.

"I hope you're prepared, my love." He licked up the bottom from base to tip, tickling in he most sensitive place. "For I'm going to take you--" He paused, waiting for Crowley's eyes to settle on him before smirking just like the cat who got the cream.

"To hell."

And he sank down on him fully, mouth and lips and tongue working, squeezing, pulling. Moving his own head in whatever rhythm Crowley set and almost keening at the feel of it, the taste of it, everything felt like it was burning around him his ears, his cheeks his neck. As if he was slowly sinking into the most divine lava.

[serpentinthegarden]

He wasn't... so not prepared... even if being called love did set his heart all a flutter. Everything he had experienced before paled the instant Aziraphale set upon him again. And there was lava, less divine and more diabolical as the little passionate flames flicked up along the carpet and walls. Crowley didn't notice them. From where he was the room was already intensely hot so if it had grown hotter well, then that was Aziraphale's fault too. The tickling was cruel again, sending those pinned wings into what could only be described as a quiver... and his hips moved in that rhythm set entirely by them, wanting more and reaching for it in the only way they could. If he had cursed again it was by now only a string of incoherent nonsense, spoken in a barely verbal way and quickly forgotten. Then there was the moment where all energy drained from the room. Like a hiccup in time only when it restarted each light bulb shattered apart in unison leaving Crowley extremely breathless and laying exhausted in bed with only the light from those flickering flames to see by. "You fucked up..." He gasped in the candlelight, smiling faintly, not finding it strange at all that they suddenly had candlelight. "Been to Hell... It's nothing like that."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

It was beautiful. Energetic. Violent even. He might have startled when all the light bulbs shattered but fortunately he had enough focus not to bite down. And then he did the best eh could not to choke-- but oh it was worth it. Every last curse, movement, twist, drop. Even the fact that only a candle flickered now.

He was hard as bedrock but that hardly seemed to matter as he let Crowley slip out and smiled at him lazily as he lay boneless on the bed.

"Heaven then." He rubbed his flushed cheek against Crowley's hip. "No... not that either. Mm. A place of our own. Bliss. Nirvana. The center of the earth. In the burning heart of a star."