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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.

Comments

[serpentinthegarden]

He was sweet? Aziraphale was allowed to get away with that comment, not because he was sweet, but because he had been able to get two kisses for the price of one eye batting. The angel got a fitting nose crinkle though.

Crowley's wings fluttered softly at the touch but the request was... difficult. He was warm and quiet comfy here. Moving was the last thing on his mind and as he squirmed trying to gear up to the whole 'moving' thing he discovered his feet were pretty neatly tangled on the blanket.

"Guess we should, ugh... Might be a minute."

It might have seemed like a game of footsie as he wiggled his toes and brushed his feet against Aziraphale's but really he was very innocently trying to free them from the twisted sheet.

"Not sure waking up with a kink would be the worst thing. Could be exciting."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

He knew what you were doing, you foul thing. All that wiggling and not so innocent brushing of toes. He shifted and sat up instead, carefully so Crowley wouldn't inadvertently twist something. But he kept a hand on the small of the demon's back, holding him close on his lap and rather enjoying the weight.

He smiled at the comment, meeting Crowley's beautiful eyes.

"Could be." He pressed a kiss against his throat. "Anything you had in mind?"

[serpentinthegarden]

A vision from the movies flashed in his mind of the beautiful Princess rescued by the handsome knight. They always ended up sitting across the knight's saddle like this, with their cheek pressed against their hero's shoulder, blushing up at him. Into those deep baby blue eyes...

Erm...

The demon cleared his throat and instead went with.

"Thought you were tired?"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Well! With that image in mind he really had no choice as to what to do next. With a hum he bundled Crowley smartly in the blanket and stands, hefting the demon into his arms like a blushing bride. He was beginning to enjoy this aspect of their relationship honestly.

"I am, dearest. I did say wake up with one, didn't I?" A smirk as he navigated his way to the room in the semi-dark. "Any requests?"

[serpentinthegarden]

It was a ridiculous image! The Black Knight didn't ride off with the White Knight and yet...

And yet.

When he was swept up into the angel's arms he found himself with his cheek resting on Aziraphale's shoulder and gazing up into those blue eyes with just the faintest blush of color on his cheeks. Damn... it was wonderful.

"You could always wake me with a kiss."

Was that too sweet?

"Before I wake you with a nipped ear."

There! Totally made that less adorable!

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Crowley was just lucky he wasn't in a good position to catch that blush. As it was, his feathers fluffed at the thought. It wasn't very kinky, but what it was was sweet beyond words. He couldn't help but fluff more as Crowley tried to save his demonic dignity.

"Perhaps I'll nip your ear instead," he said in honeyed tones. "Or your jaw or your lips or elsewhere until you've been tasted all over."

[serpentinthegarden]

"Oh, now you've done it!"

Crowley complained rather loudly with a eager flare of his own wings which made them brush against the door frame as they entered the bedroom.

"I'll be awake all night thinking about that!"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

He laughed.

"Oh you poor thing. I'll be sure to make it up to you." Though how he left up to the demon's fervid imagination. He set Crowley gently into the cloud, then climbed in himself, tugging at the swaddled blankets and adding the one still on the bed until they were wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and he was able to once more slip his arms around the demon's lean form.

He kissed his throat because it was there, then nuzzled the dip in his collarbone, sighing contentedly.

"This is more like it. Don't you agree?"

[serpentinthegarden]

The cloud was fluffier and had more bounce in it's 'springs' than the sofa but really either place would have suited Crowley as long as he had those arms around him. Though now that he thought of it the cloud mattress did hold one little further advantage. His hand parted the puffs of the cloud and disappeared down into it only to reappear on the other side of Aziraphale where ever so sneakily an angel's tush could be grabbed. "You were right," he sighed as he regained his wing tucked, snuggled in close position... and gave that cheek a light squeeze. "This is much better."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Eep!" He could not help the sound that left him at that unexpected squeeze, nor the light tensing or the bristling shocked feathers. He clicked his tongue.

"Cheek!"

Two could play at that game! He took the direct approach, moving his hand over Crowley's hip to pay eye for eye tooth for tooth retribution. In this case it was squeeze for squeeze.

[serpentinthegarden]

He was already smirking broadly at the loud eep and those comically bristling feathers, but the exclamation was nearly enough to send him rolling in laughter. Fortunately he did indeed have that 'cheek' to hold onto and... his own eyes widened suddenly as a hand landed that fond counter-strike on his bum.
Crowley gave his prize another squeeze, entirely content to leave his hand there if Aziraphale wasn't going to do more than squeak a weak protest. And he himself certainly had no aversion to being held like this. Squeeze away angel.

"They do fit nicely in the palm, don't they?"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

He wasn't sure what to do with those hands just... remaining there. All warm and very present. He wasn't sure if he liked it, but he wasn't sure that he didn't either. For the moment it was a bit too much and he reached back and tugged those hands to the small of his back instead before slipping his own back around Crowley's waist.

"Yes. They do." And he buried his face against the side of Crowley's neck, hoping the demon couldn't feel the heat in his face.

[serpentinthegarden]

Crowley had very much liked it and felt a slight twinge at the loss of that touch which for a fraction of a heartbeat produced a faint frown. But, they were still snuggled up close and they were meant to be sleeping now so... He gave the angel's hair a kiss in a silent acknowledgement that he would attempt to behave.

"Goodnight, angel."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Maybe next time. He sighs contentedly at the kiss and snuggles further, feathers fluffing in contentment.

What a wonderful feeling this was.

"Dream sweet, my love."