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“Aziraphale, I’m not sure this is a great idea.”
“Would you stop worrying, Anathema? I’ve thought about this, it’s what I want to do.”
Anathema tugged on his sleeve, forcing him to stop in front of the building that was currently pumping with music. Aziraphale could see people spilling out onto the front lawn and sitting at the edges of windows, all clearly having a wonderful time.
“I know you’ve thought about it, but have you thought about it?”
Aziraphale rolled his eyes and finally turned to her. “What does that even mean?”
She folded her arms over her chest. “It means, have you really considered what you’re doing? Do you really want to lose your virginity to some loser at a party?”
“My dear, you don’t even believe in virginity.”
“Well, no,” she huffed. “It’s only a tool created to control women’s bodies. But still! I know this is a big deal for you.”
He held up a hand. “Correction. It was a big deal for me. But after careful consideration, I decided I was being ridiculous. I’m twenty-one and I’ve been too afraid up until this point to take the plunge, so I’m going to get it over with. That way, moving forward, it won’t be a big deal.”
Anathema scrunched up her face. “Az, I really don’t know if this is advisable. At least find someone on Grindr that you can do a google search on first.”
He shook his head and looked back to the house. “No, I thought of that. I know that if I have that much time before hand I’ll chicken out.”
She waved her hands around in the air. “And that’s exactly why you shouldn’t do this! You aren’t ready.”
“And if I don’t just rip off the plaster I may never be!”
“But that would be fine! You don’t need to have sex.”
“But I want to!” he shouted. “Now, this is my choice. So, you can either leave and let me do this on my own or come in with me.”
Anathema’s shoulders dropped, seeming to realize she wasn’t going to win this one. “Fine! But you know I’m not going to leave you, so let’s go.”
She took his hand and pulled him up the front lawn and into the house. The music was far louder inside, and the lights were turned down low. Aziraphale gripped Anathema’s hand tighter as they were swallowed by the crowd, suddenly quite glad she had agreed to come. Bodies pressed against them as they pushed further into the party, and Aziraphale spoke close to Anathema’s ear so she could hear him.
“How should I do this? Should I just go up to somebody and talk to them?”
Anathema rolled her eyes. “Slow down. First you need to scope out potential candidates.”
He swallowed. “How do I do that? How do I even know who’s gay?”
“Oh!” she cried. “You’re finally starting to see the flaws in this plan?”
“Hush.”
Aziraphale let his eyes roam the crowd of bodies, but there were too many people to make much sense of anything. “Maybe we should find a quieter room.”
Anathema stood on her tiptoes to look around. “Here, come this way.”
She pulled him out of the dark room and down a short hall, where they entered another room. There were still plenty of people in here, but the lights weren’t as dim, and the music wasn’t as loud. People were standing around talking and laughing, all drinking from brightly colored red cups.
“Should I get a drink?”
“Az, if you really want to have sex tonight, I advise against drinking. And you’re going to have to find someone who hasn’t been drinking either, if you want to avoid any moral issues.”
“Oh, right.”
He hadn’t actually considered that. A bit of liquid courage would go a long way right now, but Anathema was right. He wanted to be in his right mind for this. Now the real challenge would be finding someone else here who wasn’t sloshed out of their mind and who was actually interested in taking him home. He knew he wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, with his blue jumper and beige trousers. His body was soft, something he had come to terms with and even liked about himself, but he knew not everybody found him appealing.
“Perhaps I should still drink something, so that I’m not standing here empty handed.”
Anathema hummed. “You’re right. Wait here, I’ll see if they have anything non-alcoholic.”
She flitted off into the crowd, and Aziraphale was left alone by the wall. He let his eyes wander. There were quite a few attractive men scattered around the room. He quickly dismissed those who were draped across girls or behaving too rowdily. His fingers fiddled with the end of his jumper, his nerves acting up once more. He’d just spotted a potential candidate when Anathema appeared by his elbow once more.
“Here, drink this,” she said, shoving a red cup into his hand. “It’s just coke. So, any luck so far.”
He brought the drink to his mouth and took a sip. “Well, maybe. That gentleman over there looks promising.”
He motioned over to the young man who looked close in age to him beside the window. He was at least a head taller than himself, with dark hair combed perfectly back and a blindingly white smile. He wore a violet colored sweater, and the way it stretched left no doubt that he was well built. On second thought, maybe someone like that wouldn’t be best for him…
Anathema raised her eyebrows. “Huh, I didn’t know tall, dark, and rich was your type.”
He huffed. “Well, normally no. But he looks perfectly respectable and clean.”
A loud bark of laughter escaped her, starling Aziraphale. “Yes, because those are the two adjectives you want to use for the person you plan to have sex with for the first time. I’m sure that’s something you’ll love to look back on in twenty years.”
“Anathema…”
“Fine, fine! Well then, go get him slugger!”
He glanced around nervously. “I can’t do this with you watching me like a hawk! Can you just, I don’t know, go somewhere else.”
She furrowed her brow. “What if something goes wrong?”
“There are plenty of people around, I’ll be fine. Just stay nearby, and I’ll text you if I need anything.”
“Alright fine. Be careful.”
With that she was gone, pushing her way through the crowd. Only, now that he was alone, the bit of confidence he’d built began to fade away. What was he supposed to say to someone who looked like that? He had never been the one to take initiative, and it would all be much easier if the other man came up to him. But how could he even go about that?
Eventually he began to make his way closer, trying to be as casual about it as he could. He settled against the wall, only a few yards away from where the other man was talking to friends. From here he could pick up bits of the conversation, with how loud he was talking.
“And I told him, either he gives me the full inheritance, or I’ll tarnish the family name so badly they won’t be able to come out of it. He eventually saw it my way.”
The whole group laughed as if he’d told the best joke they’d ever heard. Aziraphale sipped his drink and side eyed them casually.
“But wasn’t your sister mad?” a young woman asked. “I can’t think she’d be happy being written out so you could have everything.”
The dark-haired man chuckled. “Oh, she wasn’t pleased at all. She came to me with her sob story about her husband dying and her kids needing the money, but I saw right through it. No, I’ll put that money to much better use.”
Aziraphale scrunched up his face. This man didn’t sound like he was very nice at all. Which, that wasn’t necessarily a must for a one time hook up, but Aziraphale couldn’t imagine letting himself be intimate with someone like that. He moved away a few paces and continued to sip his drink while eyeing the crowd for any better matches.
“Excuse me?”
Aziraphale turned and was surprised to see the dark-haired man now directly beside him, his white smile practically blinding now that it was directed down at him. He swallowed and tried to take a step back.
“Ah, hello.”
“I couldn’t help but notice you standing so close to my group. I saw you eyeing me up just now, and thought I’d better come say hi. My name’s Gabriel.”
Aziraphale forced a polite smile. “Oh, I apologize. I was just looking for a friend and thought I saw her over here. I was mistaken.”
Gabriel’s smile turned smug. “Are you sure that’s what you were doing? Because it looked to me like you were trying to get me to notice you. If so, mission accomplished.”
He leaned forward then, pressing his palm to the wall over Aziraphale’s shoulder and crowding him in. Aziraphale inhaled a breath and tried to move back, but there was nowhere to go with the solid wall behind him. He licked his lips and immediately felt uncomfortable when Gabriel’s eyes dropped to follow the motion.
“N-no, I’m sorry, but I wasn’t. I-I really should go find my friend—”
“Hey, hey, calm down. It’s fine, we’re just having a good time, aren’t we? Tell you what, I have a room upstairs that has our name all over it. It’ll be much quieter, and we can just talk.”
Aziraphale’s stomach dropped. He didn’t want to go anywhere with this man, and he was sure if he did Gabriel wouldn’t want to ‘just talk’. His breathing started to become shallower as panic began to set in. But before he could say anything else, another arm was sliding along his other shoulder and a hand was on Gabriel, pushing him back.
“Angel! There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Thought I’d lost you.”
Aziraphale turned his head slowly to look at the other person who was now easing him away from Gabriel, and his breath caught in his throat. Aziraphale was sure that the only reason he’d never been able to identify his type before was because he’d never seen this young man. He was perfect in practically every way, from his dark red hair half tied back in a bun, to his black painted nails, down to his tightly fitted ripped jeans. He was the epitome of cool, and Aziraphale was momentarily speechless. Gabriel narrowed his eyes.
“Crowley. He’s with you?”
The redhead, or Crowley apparently, shot a toothy grin that seemed to hold no small amount of venom in it at the other. “Yep. Angel here’s my date for the evening, so if you don’t mind, I’d like to spend it away from you. What do you say, angel?”
Crowley finally turned his eyes on him, and Aziraphale was sure he could get lost in them. The color of warm honey on a summer afternoon. He found himself nodding wordlessly.
“Great. See you around Gabe. Ciao.”
The arm around Aziraphale’s shoulder steered him away and out of the room. He followed his savior out of the room and down the hall, almost as if in a daze. He moved them through that room and to another, which was much less full and the quietest it had been since he’d gotten here. It was now that the redhead removed his arm from around his shoulder, and Aziraphale already missed the warmth and comfort of it.
“Are you alright?”
Aziraphale swallowed and nodded, finally finding his voice. “Yes, I’m alright. I was just a little uncomfortable with how aggressive he was being.”
Crowley snorted and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, that’s Gabe. He’s a real prick. Just avoid that back room and you should be fine. He and his disciples like to stay back there during parties.”
“Oh, yes, right. Thank you. That was very kind.”
He sniffed and looked away. “Nah, not kind. Any decent person would have done that.”
“And yet, you were the only one who did.”
A smile curled the corner of Crowley’s pretty mouth, nearly making Aziraphale swoon. “Guess so. Well, I’ll let you get back to enjoying the party. See you around.”
Aziraphale opened his mouth to stop him, but the beautiful redhead was already sauntering away. That wasn’t how he’d wanted this to go. He watched him until he saw him collapse onto a sofa and pull out what looked like a cigarette and light it. Oh, god, he looked even prettier when he smoked, with the light of the flame catching on his sharp cheekbones and his long neck stretch back as he exhaled. A shiver of real desire ran down Aziraphale’s back.
Alright, now was his only chance. For once, he had to be brave and make the first move. He took a few steps forward and stopped. But what if he wasn’t interested? What if he laughed at him? No, he wouldn’t do that. Despite what he’d said, he seemed kind. Right. He could do this. With a steadying breath, he walked across the room and dropped onto the sofa beside him.
Crowley looked up and when he saw it was him, a surprised smile crossed his face. Well, that was a good sign.
“Oh, hey. I thought you had a friend you wanted to meet up with.”
Aziraphale bit his lip and looked down. “That was only an excuse to get away from him. I don’t have to meet up with anybody.”
“Oh, cool. And I take it from the fact that you’re sitting here that you’d like to hangout with me?”
A bright smile lit up Aziraphale’s face and he nodded. “Yes.”
Crowley stared at him for a moment, almost looking stunned by something, before his expression melted into something softer. “Right. Cool. Awesome.”
A moment of silence passed before Crowley spoke again. “Um, sorry, but I didn’t catch your name.”
“Oh, goodness, I’m so terribly sorry! How rude of me. I’m Aziraphale.”
Crowley grinned and took another drag from his cigarette. “Aziraphale. I like it. Very angelic, just like I thought.”
He chuckled. “Oh, I don’t know about that. I can get up to trouble when I want.”
A sharp eyebrow rose up his forehead. “Oh? And what trouble would an angel like you get into?”
Aziraphale felt a warm flush rise up his neck at the return of the endearment. “Oh, um, well you know. Just- just the normal sort.”
His golden eyes swam with mirth. “Ah, yeah, the normal sort. Should have figured. You wouldn’t want to get into the irregular sort of trouble.”
Aziraphale rolled his eyes and smiled. “Oh, hush. You know what I mean. I’m sure someone like you gets into all sorts of shenanigans?”
“Okay, first off, you did not just say shenanigans. Secondly,” he placed a mock offended hand against his chest. “What is that supposed to mean? Someone like me?”
“Well, you know. Someone who looks so,” he waved his hand around, trying to find the right words. “So effortlessly cool and handsome.”
A wide grin spread across Crowley’s face, and Aziraphale’s stomach swooped. “You think I’m handsome?”
He huffed. “Oh, don’t fish for compliments. You know how you look.”
“Well, yeah, but there’s a difference between being a generic sort of good looking and being attractive to someone as pretty as you. I don’t normally get so lucky.”
Aziraphale could feel his heart beat picking up. “You- you think I’m pretty?”
Crowley leaned his head back onto the sofa. “Angel, I think you’re bloody gorgeous. Surely you must know that.”
He cast his eyes down, his face warm. “Nobody’s ever told me that before.”
“Well then that’s an absolute travesty. I saw you all the way from another room, looking like a beacon of light in this shit hole. Stopped me right in my tracks. Thought I’d been slipped something and was hallucinating a bloody deity.”
Aziraphale was sure his face was as red as Crowley’s hair at this point. Nobody had ever said such things to him before.
“My dear, I think you’re laying it on a bit thick.”
“Hey, just saying it like it is. And you deserve to know.”
Aziraphale sipped his drink and tried to hide his smile behind the rim. “So, do you attend the university?”
“Yep. Getting my degree in botany.”
“Oh, how lovely! So you like plants?”
Crowley waved a hand around. “Eh, yeah, I guess. I mean, I like being able to make things grow and study the way they do it. But there’s a lot more to it than that. And you? What’s your degree in?”
Aziraphale smiled. “What, you couldn’t tell just by the way I dress that my degree is in English Literature?”
“Well, I wasn’t going to assume. But yes, you definitely do have the whole sexy librarian look down.”
He tugged on his jumper. “I’m not really sure what about this look could be described as sexy.”
“Oh, no, that’s all you. I’m fairly sure you’d exude that no matter what you wore.”
Aziraphale was fairly sure that if he kept this up, he wasn’t going to make it through the night without combusting.
“You’re a shameless flirt, do you know that?”
“I may have heard that once or twice. But don’t worry, I only do it when talking to someone I’m absolutely interested in.”
They smiled at each other for several moments, before Crowley broke the silence again.
“So, tell me about yourself. What are your hobbies when you aren’t partying it up?”
Aziraphale rolled his eyes, but proceeded to tell him. They sat together on that sofa for what felt like hours, talking about their lives and passions and hobbies. He found out Crowley played guitar in a band part-time, which made perfect sense. What surprised him was that he also liked to bake. He may have gotten a bit too excited at that, which Crowley found very amusing. It was around midnight, and the party was still going on around them, when Aziraphale decided he absolutely wanted to take Crowley back to his tonight. It was perhaps poor timing though when he brought it up. Crowley was in the middle of talking about where his band played when Aziraphale blurted it out.
“Do you want to have sex with me?”
Crowley who had been sipping from his drink, choked. He sat up and pounded on his chest while Aziraphale fluttered his hands around helplessly.
“Oh, goodness, I’m sorry!”
“No, no, don’t be!” Crowley said quickly, setting his cup down. “I just wasn’t expecting you to say that. Um, are you serious?”
Aziraphale fiddle with his cup. “Yes. I don’t think I would joke about that.”
Crowley’s eyes were wide, and Aziraphale watched as he swallowed heavily. “Right.”
Nerves began to churn in Aziraphale’s stomach. Had he made a misstep somewhere? He’d thought he’d gotten thorough confirmation that Crowley was attracted to him, but he supposed that didn’t mean he would want to have sex. And now that he saw the way Crowley was looking at him, he was sure he’d done something wrong.
“If you don’t want to, I understand. I’m sorry, I think I misunderstood. I’ll just…”
Aziraphale stood and practically ran out of the room. Embarrassment and shame burned heavy in his chest as he pushed his way through the crowd and out the front door. He breathed in the night air, thankful for the cool breeze that eased the warmth of his skin. But he’d barely made it off the last step onto the pavement before there was a hand on his shoulder turning him around.
“Aziraphale! Wait, where are you going?”
He blinked up at Crowley. Oh, great, why had he followed him? He just wanted to deal with his shame in peace.
“I’m sorry Crowley. I think I just thought this was something it wasn’t, and—”
“No, no, you weren’t mistaken,” Crowley rushed to say, placing his hands on Aziraphale’s shoulders as if to hold him in place. He cleared his throat. “I just, uh, wasn’t expecting you to say that. It surprised me, is all. That’s not where I thought this night was going, but I’m more than happy for it to.”
Slowly, Aziraphale’s shoulders lowered, and he let out a breath. Oh. Oh, goodness. Crowley wanted to sleep with him.
“Oh. Okay. Well, good. Do you um, do you want to go back to my place? I have a room of my own and it’s not far from here.”
Crowley grinned and slid his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, sure. If that’s what you want?”
“It is.” Aziraphale said it as firmly as he could.
Because he did. When he’d come here it hadn’t been with high hopes. But now here he was, looking at the most beautiful person he’d ever seen, who also wanted to come home with him.
“Great. Lead the way.”
Aziraphale began to walk in the direction of his dorm room, and Crowley fell in step. They walked close enough for their shoulders to rub, and several times Aziraphale glanced over to see Crowley looking back at him, almost seeming shy. Which was absurd. Surely Crowley did this all the time, and this was just another Friday night for him. That thought gave his chest and unexpected pang of sadness. But that was also ridiculous. He’d just met Crowley, he had no right to be sad about him sleeping with other people. This was only going to be a one-night thing, anyways. Oh, but that also made his chest unbearably tight. He’d only known him for a few hours, but already he could tell he was special.
They made it to his building in less than ten minutes, and Aziraphale’s nerves only got worse as he pushed the button for the elevator. He took a deep breath to calm them, and that was when he felt a gentle caress on the side of his hand. He looked down to see Crowley’s thumb brushing against him, and when he looked up, found Crowley giving him a warm look. Aziraphale let out his breath right as the elevator doors opened. They stepped on, and as soon as they closed, Crowley was crowding him back against the wall.
But this was entirely different from when Gabriel had done it. Aziraphale didn’t feel threatened or pressured at all. Admittedly, he felt a little dizzy as Crowley’s body pressed against his, but in a good way. He felt safe.
“I’ve wanted to touch you since the first moment I saw you,” Crowley breathed.
Aziraphale smiled. “Me too. Touch you, that is.”
Crowley chuckled. “I’m glad to hear it.” He brought his hand up and gently ran his thumb along Aziraphale’s jaw. “You’re so damn gorgeous. It’s not even fair to anyone else at that party. How was I supposed to see anyone but you?”
A lump formed in Aziraphale’s throat, and he suddenly became quite worried he was going to cry. Which would be absolutely the worst thing he could do right about now. Crowley would surely think he was a loser then. He pushed that feeling down and gripped the front of Crowley’s shirt. But before he could pull him in for the kiss he was so desperate for, the elevator dinged and the doors slid open.
“Oh, this is my floor.”
Crowley stepped away, but Aziraphale took his hand before he could go far. This earned him another warm smile. He pulled him out of the elevator and had to stop himself from running down the hall to get to his room faster. When he reached his door he fumbled with the key, but was able to get it into the lock, and pushed open the door. Before he knew what was happening, Crowley was shoving him inside and kicking the door shut behind them. Aziraphale’s back hit the wall and he sucked in a breath as Crowley’s face came incredibly close to his. When Crowley spoke, his tone was low and rough.
“Aziraphale, can I please have the honor of kissing you?”
Aziraphale’s head swam, but he managed a smile. “Oh, my dear, please.”
Finally, Crowley’s mouth found his, and it was like ecstasy. Aziraphale had of course kissed other boys before, but it had never felt like this with anyone else. The feel of his lips against his own made his heart sing and rise and fall all at once. He was so warm, and when those long fingers slid into his curls and tugged, he was sure he would come undone right then and there. A small whimper escaped him when Crowley’s tongue caressed his own, and pulled against his shirt to bring him even closer. When they broke away, both were breathing hard.
“God, angel, you’re so good at that.”
“Really?”
“Fuck, yeah. Not sure how I’m still standing.”
Aziraphale chuckled. “You’re quite good yourself. You taste like mint.”
A shy smile appeared on his face. “I might have popped a mint on the way over. Didn’t want to be smelling like smoke when I kissed you.”
And oh dear, but Aziraphale was sure he fell a little bit right then. Nobody had ever been so considerate of him. It made him want to hold on even tighter. He pressed another lingering kiss to his lips, then pulled back once more.
“Shall we take this to the bed?”
Crowley raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, of course, whatever you want.”
Aziraphale sat on the edge of the bed and Crowley joined him, only the light from the outside streetlamps casting their bodies in shadow. Crowley looked just as stunning in the low light.
“Can I touch you?”
Crowley took Aziraphale’s hand and placed it on his chest, over his heart. “You can touch me wherever you like, angel.”
Aziraphale let out a breath, trailing his fingers downward until he reached the hem of the shirt. Here, he slowly slid his fingers beneath the cloth to touch the smooth plains of his stomach. Crowley shivered and closed his eyes as Aziraphale moved his hand up. Crowley was so angular, his hip bones sharp in the palm of Aziraphale’s hand. Yet there was a sturdiness to him, a steady thrum that told Aziraphale he wouldn’t break apart. As for himself, well…
“Goodness, I- I’m not entirely sure what to do.”
Crowley opened his eyes. “What do you want to do?”
“Ah, would you mind terribly if I handed the reigns over to you?”
His smile grew. “Are you kidding? You want to let me touch your body however I like? That sounds pretty much like a dream. Here, just lay back.”
Aziraphale shuffled back on the bed and laid his head on his pillow while Crowley stood and pulled his shirt off. And oh, he was so lovely. He tried to keep his breathing even as Crowley climbed onto the bed and swung one of his legs over so he was straddling him.
“This okay angel?”
Aziraphale wasn’t sure if he’d be able to speak, so instead he simply nodded. Crowley leaned forward and brought his mouth to Aziraphale’s. They kissed languidly, and as Crowley repositioned his hips, Aziraphale felt the distinct bulge in his trousers that let him know just how interested he was. When Crowley’s long fingers began to slide beneath the hem of Aziraphale’s shirt, he broke off the kiss.
“If you could just… go slowly my dear, I would appreciate it. This is all quite new to me.”
Crowley leaned back so he was sitting upright. “New? Angel… are you a virgin?”
Heat rushed into Aziraphale’s face, and he averted his eyes. “I, well, yes. I am.”
A moment of silence passed, and then much to Aziraphale’s dismay, Crowley climbed off him. Had he really just ruined his chance at finally losing his virginity, all because he couldn’t keep his big mouth shut? Thankfully, Crowley didn’t go too far, settling in a sitting position beside him on the bed.
“Aziraphale, if this is your first time—”
“Please, I know you might not want to sleep with someone so inexperienced, but I promise to do my absolute best. I might not be as good as others you’ve been with, but—”
He was cut off by Crowley gently pressing his lips to his. “Angel, hush. It’s not that at all. It’s just… I really like you. You seem funny and kind and smart, and I’d really like to see you again after tonight. And if that’s the case, I’d really like for our first time together to be a bit more romantic than this. If I’m going to be your first, I’d like it to be something worth remembering.”
Aziraphale knew his mouth was hanging open, and yet found himself incapable of closing it. Crowley liked him? In more than a sexual way? And he wanted to see him again?
“I- I’m not…”
“Look, if you aren’t interested in seeing me again, I understand. If sex is really all you’re after and you insist on it, of course I’ll give you what you want. Frankly, I’m slightly alarmed by the fact I’d already give you mostly anything you want. But, if you’re willing, I would very much like to woo you.”
Aziraphale pushed himself up onto his elbows. “Woo me?”
Crowley grinned. “Yeah, you know, like on dates? I figured you’d appreciate the term.”
Slowly, a smile grew on Aziraphale’s face. “You’re serious?”
“Of course I’m serious. Don’t get me wrong, I love sex and I’ve been told I’m very good at it. And It’s not often that the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen propositions me for it. But if you’ll allow, I’d like there to be more.”
Aziraphale bit his lip and sat up fully, tucking his legs beneath himself. “I would like that very much, actually. It wouldn’t be too slow for you?”
“Nah, love going slow, me.”
“I find that highly doubtful.”
Crowley threw his head back and laughed, the movement shaking his entire frame. Aziraphale couldn’t help but join in. When Crowley finally stopped laughing, the expression he gave Aziraphale was of pure fondness.
“Yeah, you’ve got me there. Fast is usually my only speed. But if it means seeing you again and spending more time together, I’d be more than willing to go as slow as you need.”
He reached out and took Aziraphale’s hand, and Aziraphale nodded. “If you really mean it, I would love that.”
Crowley brought his hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to it. “Perfect.”
“But, um, would you still be willing to stay with me for the night? Just to sleep, of course, and… and perhaps cuddle.”
The warmth he saw when he looked at Crowley’s expression made something in him settle.
“Of course I’ll stay. Wouldn’t dream of going anywhere else.”
Aziraphale let out a breath. “Oh, good. Also, um, would you mind terribly if you kept your shirt off?”
A wicked smile crossed Crowley’s face. “Oh angel, you’re going to be the death of me.”