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[blessedarethebookmakers]

[he has done this a few times by now, and for some reason is feeling less than enthusiastic about it. Perhaps it's the rain, or the ghosts outside that give him cold chills whenever they go past. Or perhaps he's just tired. He's been practicing more lately, though hasn't seem to have gotten much better.

He somehow manages to keep his expression friendly and open as he faces the mirror, white wings standing out against the gray light coming in behind him]

Hello... My name is Aziraphale, or Mr. Fell, if you prefer. I would like to welcome everyone who has newly arrived-- and I don't envy you having to brave the beastly weather to get here. Still, the clouds will soon part as they say.

I know that many of you must be weary or frightened, or even dare I say, angry, at the situation you have found yourselves thrust into. But if we all work together and combine our efforts and talents, I'm sure that we'll have the Corrosion beaten back in no time. So keep a stiff upper lip and keep moving forward.

And of course, if you need anything, my door is open in the hours listed or by previous appointment.

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[serpentinthegarden]

[ As if it would be so easy to discover your diabolical demon was less than diabolical! A question like that was easily skirted! ]

Now if I told you what they were it would hardly be any challenge to thwart me would it?

[ He nipped at those lips, not actually biting but giving the impression he very easily could if he wanted to. ]

Gotta leave the field open for surprises.

[ The bonbon he had was held up... but Crowley ate it and gave his trapped angel the evilest of smiles. ]

I dunno which kind it was, the small mousey kind. Looked like one of those mice you might find in a pet shop running in a wheel.

[ A second bonbon was collected from the horde and this one was held out to the angel's lips. Take it, if you really want one. ]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

You wicked creature you. [but he is intrigued by the possibility. Wanting to find out. Wanting to upend him just a little. Like a game now. Like a challenge. He did so love surprises!

He leaned forward expectantly for the bon bon and pouted as it was filched. How dare--! He would get revenge for that.]

Mm pity you didn't leave him there until he learned some manners. We could have kept him by your plants. Fed him little sunflower seeds or what have you. [he leaned forward as if he was going to swipe it from his fingers with his mouth, and instead plucked it with his own fingers instead, popping it in his mouth and chewing happily.]

Mmm~ These are positively sinful, my dear.

[serpentinthegarden]

What do I want a pet mouse for, I'm much happier with a pet Angel.

[ Even if that Angel wouldn't play his Bonbon game. It was fun watching Aziraphale eat, enjoying each morsel of chocolate and filling like it was the very best bonbon he had ever had before. ]

They should be, I actually helped Chef put this batch together.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Pet? [he raises his eyebrows and lifts Crowley's chin with a finger, canting it to the side as if examining him and then stroking that finger down his throat] I think you'd look far better with the collar, my dear. [and he kisses his throat gently]

Complements to you both then. I think I shall have another.

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Some how this was never the way he had pictured things turning out with the angel. In his mind it had always been the demon triumphantly conquering the divine but he couldn't stop himself from melting like butter under that warm touch. ]

Oh...

[ Unfortunately that did make him momentarily unintelligible...


It would match his demonic outfit better.


For a reward as sweet as a kiss he could fish around behind him for a second bonbon. It wasn't handed over though it was dangled like a carrot. ]

What are you willing to do for one?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[the oh was intriguing, as well as a certain melting of the demon's physique. A lowered shoulder, the rounded curve of his spine. Aziraphale hadn't been entirely serious... But now it was certainly an interesting thought.

He smirked at the temptation, letting his fingers trail along Crowley's neck and throat.]

Oh, I'd be willing to do any number of wicked things. But you're going to give it to me just because I ask for it.

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Just because he asked? Disappointment registered as a faint pout and a sideways look at the angel's eyes as he knew he ought to fight against that... giving in too easily would make him vulnerable, betray too much, and all those other demonic sorts of pack minded thoughts that you didn't want to give into anything too easily as it could be used against you later. But those hands trailing down his neck were hotly distracting and that self satisfied smug smirk the angle was wearing was far preferable to that frighteningly Holy-than-humans anger of the other evening. His pout grew but the chocolate was handed over. ]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[he frowned himself and didn't take it, instead kissing Crowley's neck in apology]

I was only teasing, darling. Don't look so glum. [another kiss. And since it's not really something they can recover from, he lifts Crowley's hand and lips the bonbon from his fingers as he ought, delicately sucking the sweetness off fingertips before holding Crowley close and enjoying it]

Hmmmm~ You know you're going to make quite an addict from me. [not talking about the sweets] I hope you're aware.

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Appeased he watched in calm fascination as each of his fingertips briefly graced the angel's tongue, but as he was pulled in tighter he chased after the bonbon, taking those chocolate tinged lips with his and savoring the heat of Aziraphale's mouth before snuggling down into the angel's neck like a good little pet demon. He was long and lanky but some how still managed to coil himself into a tight cozy ball. ]

The best things in life are addictive.