Phale's Rare Books, Monday Afternoon/Evening

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Anyone entering Aziraphale's shop today will be greeted by a new addition -- a comfortable reading area near the back of the shop, complete with comfy armchairs, two couches, and several tables and lamps. An assortment of sandwiches, cookies, and tarts are laid out on trays, accompanied by carafes of hot tea, coffee, and cocoa.

Those visitors looking for Aziraphale himself will find him sitting in his usual chair near the window, examining a copy of Romeo and Juliet and looking rather perplexed.

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

It's obvious from the way Aziraphale stops in his tracks, back stiffening, that he's affected by what the demon has done. Turning slowly around, he gives Crowley a curious look.

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[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[He smiles at Aziraphale, and lowers his glasses. He wants to kiss the angel again...and he knows the angel can tell]

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Normally Aziraphale would simply glower at Crowley and walk off. But this is different. He knows the demon has done something, but mostly he doesn't care. And the way Crowley looks at him, over his glasses...it's something he's never been very good at resisting anyway.

He takes a hesitant step forward, tilting his head to the side, and looking into the demon's eyes.

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[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[He grins, still giving off the desire for the angel] What are you thinking, angel?

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

[whispering] That you've done something, dear boy. And that you're amused by it.

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[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

I've done nothing. I was just thinking about you...and last night.

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale involuntarily licks his lips, remembering as well. He closes his eyes and pushes his reservations away, into the back of his mind, and then takes the one last step that brings him to Crowley.

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[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Slowly, softly, he leans forward to close the distance. His lips brush the angels, and he smiles against Aziraphale's mouth.]

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

The sensation of the demon's lips on his is all it takes to bring Aziraphale fully into the moment. He moves closer, pressing his lips against Crowley's, touching them slightly with the tip of his tongue, wanting to taste.