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Their first kiss was affectionately awkward, right after the Ritz in the bookshop. Aziraphale had been the one to initiate, the one to push because Crowley was much too high strung. It was awkward and Aziraphale giggled through it while Crowley mainly panted for breath, teeth clacking and noses brushing.
And then Crowley had turned into a snake. It was quick and immediate after Aziraphale pulled away to catch his own breath. Aziraphale caught the tiny snake with a surprised, puffing noise. He brought the pile of scales that fit in the palm of his hand close to his face, taking in the absolutely adorable smallness of his demon while petting down his body.
“Oh…Oh, dear, are you alright?” Because while Crowley turned into a snake whenever he felt like it, now seemed rather an odd time.
“Mnnn, ‘ngellll,” Crowley whined, curling himself into a ball and hiding his head in his coils. “Too muchhhh.”
“Oh.” Aziraphale blinked, fingers still absentmindedly petting his snake as he thought through the last few moments of pure bliss, pure love. “What was too much?”
“Everything. ‘Ssss too much, too…too -” A frustrated huff, then, “‘M bad.”
“Oh,” Aziraphale repeated himself, feeling a bit like a fool trying to scramble for the right words. “You’re not bad, dearest. We’re just inexperienced. I haven’t kissed anyone, well, ever really, if kissing in greeting doesn’t count, which I don’t very well think it does. This is a rather different type of kiss -”
“‘Ziraphale, ssstop. Not…Not what I meant.”
Aziraphale took a moment to gather himself again, his train of thought having been abruptly interrupted. It didn’t take long for the angel to realize what Crowley was actually trying to say.
“Darling,” his voice was stern, chastising, a touch heartbroken. “Dear, are you trying to tell me that you don’t think you deserve my love?”
Crowley curled tighter around himself, mumbles incoherent and whining. Aziraphale was so undoubtedly in love with his silly snake, he couldn’t resist a soft press of the lips to his scales.
“I think you’re very deserving, Dearest. You have absolutely spoiled me over the years, you have indulged me on many, many occasions. I would say - well, that is - you-you’ve been rather…” Aziraphale huffed, decided to take the plunge despite knowing how his demon might react. “You’ve been very kind, waiting so long for me to catch up. I’d very much like to spoil you, for a change.”
Crowley hissed at him, his head peeking out of the coils of his body, and oh, how Aziraphale loved his beautiful eyes, even pouting and slightly angry as they were.
“Kind! ‘M not kind! ‘M evil and mean and bad -”
“Would you like a list of all the kind things you have done, my dear? I have quite the recollection, I’m sure I could provide.”
Aziraphale smiled down at his hissing demon, his ridiculous little snake, with as much love as he could infuse into his expression. Crowley only hissed louder.
“Or,” And Aziraphale made sure to emphasize the word, drawing it out, letting his voice get just a touch husky with want. A small temptation of his own. “I could shower you in kisses until you believe me when I say you deserve everything I can give you and more.”
Crowley seemed to jolt at the suggestion, before curling into himself again, hiding those gorgeous eyes from him. The hissing grew muffled as his coils acted as a buffer, before it finally came to a meandering halt. Aziraphale waited patiently for Crowley to find his words, still petting along his scales and enjoying the subtle shifts closer to his hands that he wasn’t quite sure Crowley was aware of.
“You’re not gonna let thisss go, are you?”
“Not a chance, darling. I love you,” Aziraphale felt a thrill, a happy fluttering in his stomach, at finally saying those words, before he carried on, “and I want you to feel like you deserve to be loved, because you do.”
“Love you, ‘Ngel,” Crowley replied, sounding just as excited to finally say it, even if his coils wrapped tighter in seeming embarrassment.
A bit of a firmer pet, watching his demon squirm. “Will you let me love you, my dear?”
“Mmnnnyesssss…if-if you wanna.”
Aziraphale let out a helpless little giggle. His lovely demon, always so considerate.
“Of course I do, Dearest. Now, would you like to stay in this form, or would you rather another?”
Crowley grumbled from within his coils, before stretching out with a yawn, getting bigger and bigger until he was simply too big to be held. Aziraphale sat down, letting Crowley slowly return to his human form. The demon ended up curled up in his lap with a shaky twist of the lips and a beautiful blush. His fangs were still there, poking out of his mouth just the slightest bit.
Aziraphale felt the urge to touch that wonderful mouth, feel the sharpness of his fangs, and for once he gave into the temptation. He cupped his demon’s face, pressed a thumb to the corner of his lips, marveled at the soft skin contrasted to the sharp fangs. Aziraphale pressed a chaste kiss to Crowley’s cheek, nuzzled into his neck. Took comfort in his smell. Whispered against his skin, “Amazing, Dear. You’re so ravishing.”
“Nnn.”
A kiss to his neck before pulling away and pressing a kiss to his forehead, moving his hand until his fingers were tangled into his hair. “So beautiful. You’re so kind and considerate, so good to me. You’ve a stunning mind, Dear. Always thinking of solutions to all of my problems.”
“A-Angel, pleassse.”
Aziraphale knew that his dearest demon could only take so much kindness before his thoughts turned dark again, doubting their legitimacy, and it seemed that he was starting to reach his limit. Just a little more, and then he’d stop.
“You mean everything to me, Crowley, my lovely, darling demon. I’m so grateful for you.”
With that, a final kiss to the lips. It was as breathtaking as the first, as wonderfully awkward. They were inexperienced, after all.
Crowley broke away with a breathless little chuckle. “Third time’sss the charm, Angel?”
“Oh, yes, quite. Need to practice, of course.”
The next kiss was quite possibly the worst, but simply because they were smiling and giggling too much to focus.