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Friend Zone by Camilla Isley. Friend Request by Laura Marshall. He rather broadcast it as loud as he could, what with owning a bookshop that never sold anything. Some were fictional, somewhere first edition personal accounts of particular events that had interested Aziraphale and those that had not. Others were anthologies or diaries or the like.
All of them old and in relatively good condition. The book he had now was none of his usual reading material, and it was quite of newer edition. Nothing sophisticated and nothing overly expensive. Still, the moment Crowley had walked into the side of the shop, Aziraphale had slapped it shut and tucked it beneath a stack of other, more collectible books. What he did notice was the way Aziraphale was fidgeting and looking everywhere in the room but at him. Which, alright, that was fine.
Everything he was doing spoke loudly that he had something to hide, but the tells were so obvious now it almost hurt to bring them up. The hard part was figuring out what he was hiding. Nice to see you too. Crowley usually looked more or less the same, though his hair tended to change from century to century, when he caught the right mood.
Whatever it was. Today, the only different thing was the little bag he had dangling from his fingers. He was much more focused on the bag and what was inside the bag. He was too busy staring at the decorative tins, reading their labels.
I do love citrus. No, I just.
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Aziraphale smiled. It would be a waste to enjoy such a fine beverage alone. He could use a nice sit down in front of the fire with a cup of tea; Aziraphale was particularly skilled at making tea. Something or other I should attend. All of him was a bit strained. I can stop by tomorrow. I shall see you then, my dear. He wanted just enough to hear the front door open and close before he pulled the book back from the stack. Aziraphale had waited for the door but made no move to ensure that the door had meant what he thought it meant.
In fact, Crowley greeted the customer on his way out, at a bigger loss now than before with a book of no title. Still, just as promised, he waltzed back into the bookshop the following day for a promise of tea. And yet again, Aziraphale—even expecting him this time—had that rushed look on his face and twiddling fingers.
This time, Crowley recognized where the book sat in the ever-growing stack and marked it for later. Crowley always thought it was cute.
It was particularly cushioned. Crowley watched him, chin perched on his fingers, as Aziraphale waddled back into the kitchenette. He waited, then, with some sense until he heard water running before darting up to his feet.
He must have snapped his fingers and moved the book, somewhere—but Crowley knew what it looked like, and he would be able to find it.
It was on the desk somewhere, it had to be, or Aziraphale would risk losing it himself given the state of the bookshop. Rummaging around was loud and apparently very much a sign that Aziraphale needed to hurry back, because the very second that Crowley got his hand on the book, Aziraphale was nearly launching himself over to stop Crowley and the book.
He missed, of course, and stumbled rather stupidly into the desk while Crowley stuttered backwards on his heels. Now, Crowley was just looking at him with a dumb wide eyed, open mouthed look.
Rather awful, as it were. He might have offered the age-old idea of living with the real deal, as he was, by all means, a snake. However, he was no expert on even himself. All Crowley could do was raise a helpless eyebrow.
Crowley was usually so good at getting the hints, but this one. Of that, Aziraphale was sure. Crowley was enjoying this, the fiend.
The wily, attractive, incredibly clever fiend. Aziraphale was having trouble keeping his eyes up, where they should be, even if there was no eye contact. Everything about Crowley just oozed sex appeal. Apologies, I must have zoned off there. He had always been a player for the long run, it was just what he did. Even his very first temptation had rightfully been the first step for humans achieving Humanity, and the rest of the world followed suit.
Eventually, anyway. There had been smaller plays, of course; not everything could craft the rest of forever in quite the same fashion. The one he was most proud of was waiting centuries to throw back temptation for lunch, as Aziraphale had nearly stumbled out when they were in Rome together.
Any longer, Aziraphale may have forgotten, though the cheer of the moment did rather dull the effect. The long run. Aziraphale could try, but he would find out soon enough what was going on. Patience may so less be a virtue, then, than a vice.
And Crowley did wickedly grin as he bid goodnight for the evening. Aziraphale thought he might have even won.
Two days later, Crowley came waltzing back into the bookshop like he owned it, swinging a little bag on his fingers. He walked through the bookshop like a man who knew how to trip without falling, looking over a few things before dancing around the only customer in the building and poking his head into the back room.
Not that it particularly mattered, since Crowley knew about the book now anyway. Still—just an inch to the left and Crowley would be able to see what passage Aziraphale was on. What a surprise, yes—hello. My little emergency. Then nodded. He did remember. Crowley had phoned him not thirty minutes before he was supposed to stop by with the Bentley and drive them off to this new little Asian place that had opened. If there was one way to download an angel, it had to be with gifts, Crowley thought.
And Aziraphale did so love his gifts. All he had to do was peek over his shoulder and he would have accomplished his goal. But, first. He did so have an eye for him and his red cheeks, so he paid attention first. He handed the little bag out for Aziraphale to take and watched him rummage through it attentively. All three of them were his favorite, because food was his favorite. Still, he had a preference for the doughy ones filled with a chocolate creme.
You seem to let nothing slip past you. That the book was still wide open on the desk, and Crowley had an arm folded about his middle and his hand over his mouth like he was attempting to repress something. He heard the hard exhale Crowley made through his nose.
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There were pictures, the kind that were black and white and obviously drawn by hand, originally. Still, they were incredibly detailed.
They were of a pointedly male snake, as well, and Crowley just had to wonder. Crowley shifted again. But it meant his eyes were peeking over the top and commanding Aziraphale to look at them. So, he did. He was helpless to it. Aziraphale gulped.
He had the book clutched up in his arms and had eaten all three pastries already. Not around Crowley, anyway, who was clever enough to see past it. Instead, he thought on Crowley and where this little discussion might lead. Crowley might think he was a fool, disgusting—perverted, maybe. Or, it could go entirely elsewhere. Readable, so to say. He could be walking into anything. He did, self-indulgently, have a preference for what he was walking into.
Though, a repeat performance of that night might be too much to ask for.
When Aziraphale arrived at the flat, he hesitated for exactly thirteen seconds before he rang the doorbell. Then, the seconds ticked by like hours until all reality said a minute had passed.
Crowley was making him wait, he had to be. If Crowley had neighbors, Aziraphale had never seen them before. The door opened half a second later, and Crowley was wearing a smirk he had no business sporting. Aziraphale frowned. Crowley followed shortly behind.
A little worked up. Several times. He was flipping through the book in what appeared like a sudden burst of confidence, but his fingers were shaking.A Place to Remember by Jenn J. I swear that man has a sixth sense when it comes to me getting laid. They were of a pointedly male snake, as well, and Crowley just had to wonder.
He wanted this. He remembered, and it made his knees week to feel it now. Inside, please, dear. Instead, he reached down to take his second prick in hand and squeeze over the tip before stroking down. It had to be scratched.
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