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“Come along, dear boy, I thought you wanted to talk,” Aziraphale said as he exhaled a plume of heady, clover scented cigarette smoke, a smile tugging at his lips as he regarded the bemused angel where he lingered in the doorway of his own bedroom.
“Yes, in the living room,” Crowley said, one brow arched as he shifted his grip on the bottle of wine and two glasses he’d gone into the kitchen to fetch when they’d arrived at his flat a few minutes before. The demon had been wearing a full three piece suit and wool great coat when he’d left him in the entry hall, but somehow in the intervening minute Aziraphale had wound up in nothing but his trousers sprawled out on Crowley’s bed like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“You said to make myself comfortable,” the demon countered in a low, teasing voice, then crooked his finger at the angel and added, “Besides, we can talk just as well here as anywhere else.”
Crowley stepped into the room in spite of himself and wondered if the demon weren’t exerting some sort of new demonic compulsion on him. “I’m not sure we can, actually,” he said, brow furrowing even as he took another step.
“No?“ Aziraphale asked, and at that moment the angel couldn’t tell if his expression of surprise was feigned or not. “Well,” he continued with a slow smile as he took another drag of his cigarette, then sat up and snagged the angel by the hem of his jacket and pulled him towards the edge of the bed with a gentle tug Crowley did not resist. “We can, as the humans like to say, always give it the old ‘college try’.”
((More Azirafell from my omen swap au XD Send help, I’m obsessed 8′D ))

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“Come along, dear boy, I thought you wanted to talk,” Aziraphale said as he exhaled a plume of heady, clover scented cigarette smoke, a smile tugging at his lips as he regarded the bemused angel where he lingered in the doorway of his own bedroom.
“Yes, in the living room,” Crowley said, one brow arched as he shifted his grip on the bottle of wine and two glasses he’d gone into the kitchen to fetch when they’d arrived at his flat a few minutes before. The demon had been wearing a full three piece suit and wool great coat when he’d left him in the entry hall, but somehow in the intervening minute Aziraphale had wound up in nothing but his trousers sprawled out on Crowley’s bed like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“You said to make myself comfortable,” the demon countered in a low, teasing voice, then crooked his finger at the angel and added, “Besides, we can talk just as well here as anywhere else.”
Crowley stepped into the room in spite of himself and wondered if the demon weren’t exerting some sort of new demonic compulsion on him. “I’m not sure we can, actually,” he said, brow furrowing even as he took another step.
“No?“ Aziraphale asked, and at that moment the angel couldn’t tell if his expression of surprise was feigned or not. “Well,” he continued with a slow smile as he took another drag of his cigarette, then sat up and snagged the angel by the hem of his jacket and pulled him towards the edge of the bed with a gentle tug Crowley did not resist. “We can, as the humans like to say, always give it the old ‘college try’.”
((More Azirafell from my omen swap au XD Send help, I’m obsessed 8′D ))