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From the moment that he'd kissed Aziraphale goodbye at the cliff where they'd met, Crowley hadn't been able to stop thinking about the enchanting, furred being that he'd met in the forest. He'd already resolved to go back to Eden Forest on his next day off, which, as it had turned out upon receiving his roster that evening, wasn't for another five days.
It was already agonising after one day. Though he attempted to keep himself busy when he wasn't at work by going to the second hand book shop in town, he wanted to find some books to give to Aziraphale. That was what had brought them together in the first place, and Aziraphale had looked so sad about his lack of new reading material, Crowley wanted to make him smile.
As he'd walked around the vast bookshop, Crowley had wondered what kind of books Aziraphale liked - he hadn't thought to ask, stupid of him really. In the end he'd just decided to buy a few, each from different sections of the book store, including; sci-fi, fantasy, thriller, romance, and poetry, something told Crowley that Aziraphale would like poetry, and probably Jane Austen too.
Crowley packed and repacked his backpack three times in as many days, and picked an outfit, only to, of course, re-pick it as if he were going on a first date, which was ridiculous, but tell that to his heart.
During the hours where he'd had nothing to do but watch Golden Girls reruns, and think about Aziraphale, Crowley decided to try and figure out what kind of being Aziraphale was. Crowley thought that maybe deep down, Aziraphale would like to know what he was, despite trying to seem satisfied with just being 'Aziraphale', and if he was honest, Crowley was curious too, but that was just his nature. Asking too many questions as a kid had always gotten him in trouble.
Putting in Aziraphale's most pronounced features into the browser search led him to a website of mythical creatures. There was a comprehensive list in alphabetical order, and each creature even included an artistic rendition to show what they commonly looked like. Slowly, over the evening, and accompanied by a bottle of red wine, Crowley made his way through the list. He learnt many things, especially about kelpie, nymphs, and bunyips – which had piqued his curiosity - until he made it to trolls, where he found a brown furred version of Aziraphale staring curiously at him off of the screen. Reading over the information offered, Crowley was certain that he'd found the right creature, though he'd been sold on it the moment that he'd seen the picture.
So Aziraphale was a troll, he'd shrugged to himself, that didn't bother him, should it have bothered him? Possibly, he supposed. However, he hadn't had that kind of chemistry with anyone in a long time, and Aziraphale was clearly intelligent, kind, mature, independent, capable of consent, and seemingly in want of the same thing Crowley was; companionship, maybe something more. The 'am I bothered by this' ship had also kind of sailed the moment that Crowley had followed Aziraphale to the river, and it was definitely a one way ticket.
Finally the day arrived that he could go back to Eden forest and see Aziraphale again. Crowley had intended to get up early that morning wanting to make the most of his day with Aziraphale, but he was so tired after a gruelling work week that he slept right through his alarms. The only reason he woke up when he did was because his phone was insistently, and loudly, ringing.
With an annoyed groan, he groggily felt around for it on the bedside table, eyes closed against the sunlight streaming in through his broken blinds. Managing to answer it before it stopped, Crowley heard his boss's voice and barely stifled a sigh when he was immediately asked to come in to work as soon as possible. Crowley told his boss as politely as possible with his mind still groggy from sleep that he had plans, and to stick it where the sun don't shine because no, he would not be shifting those plans to come into work that day.
After hanging up, the time appeared in big bold font on his lock screen, and Crowley nearly jumped out of bed, suddenly very awake and aware that he'd over slept.
It was already past ten by the time he hopped in the car, ready to go. He tapped his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel as he crept snail like through the late morning traffic, and then finally was able to gain some speed as he headed out of town.
There were two other cars in the small gravel car park when Crowley pulled up, and suddenly he worried that Aziraphale wouldn't be hanging around if there were other people about. No, that was silly, Aziraphale was bold and unafraid, which was evident in the way that he had jumped Crowley the moment that he'd seen him.
Crowley walked along the track, not taking his time to enjoy his surroundings like his first trip. There was no stopping to admire the interesting knots and twists in tree trunks, nor did he take any photos of flowers or ferns, he could do that later, he really just wanted to find Aziraphale. A little part of him needed to know that what had happened the other day was real, not just something that he had made up in his head from loneliness or boredom. Not that he was lonely – or rather, not that he would admit it to another human - he was a cool loner, liked his own company...but sometimes his plants just weren't enough to fill his flat, and he wouldn't mind some other kind of company too.
He passed a couple heading back towards the car park, they smiled and greeted him as they passed by, and Crowley mumbled back a quick hello without pausing. Upon arriving at the cliff cut out, Crowley almost expected to see a furry lump curled up there, waiting for him in the sunshine, but Crowley hadn't known when he'd be able to get back so they hadn't been able to set a day to meet again, though Aziraphale had promised to be hanging around.
Climbing up onto the empty, flat rock formation, Crowley decided to rest there a moment and consider what to do next. He'd just taken a drink from his water bottle, sitting cross legged in the warm rays that bathed the rock, when he was startled by something large dropping down next to him from above.
"Crowley!" a familiar voice purred.
Crowley had damn near jumped out of his skin, hand on his chest, breathing heavily as adrenaline pumped through him.
"Shit, you scared the hell outta me."
Aziraphale looked a bit guilty as he apologised, crouching on all fours, "Gosh, I'm sorry, I forgot how jumpy you are."
"S'alright," Crowley said calming his heart rate.
"I just got excited when I saw you, I-I admit I was worried that you wouldn't return..." Aziraphale confessed, fidgeting with the end of his tail as he sat down next to the human.
"I would have come back sooner, but I had a long week, this is my first free day," Crowley told him, shuffling closer so that their shoulders bumped, "I'm real happy to see you though, I was worried I wouldn't be able to find you again."
"I will always find you, even if you can't find me, I know your scent now," he promised Crowley with a toothy smile.
Crowley's heart went a little gooey in the middle like a chocolate lava cake, he leaned in and pressed a deliberate kiss to Aziraphale's cheek. Aziraphale blushed and giggled, gazing at Crowley with his beautiful, big, blue eyes through his dark lashes.
"I have another confession," Crowley disclosed, "I was…well, I was also worried that I had dreamt that entire day," he felt a bit silly saying it now that he was there with Aziraphale, but," it was the best day I've had in a long time, and I really didn't want it or you to be a figment of my imagination. I gotta say I'm relieved and thrilled to find that either I'm back in the same dream, or this is reality."
Aziraphale caressed his back with his tail, and laid a hand over Crowley's in his lap, "I can assure you, my dear, that this is reality."
"Well good," he nodded," because I've been dying to do this again…"
Crowley leaned in again, that time instead of Aziraphale's cheek, he caught his lips in a soft, but eager kiss, trying to convey without words that he'd missed him. While they kissed, Aziraphale flipped over Crowley's hand and laced their fingers together, sighing with obvious happiness when the kiss ended.
"Mm, quite," Aziraphale grinned, licking his lips.
God, Crowley could spend all day kissing him…among other things.
"What do you want to do today?" he inquired, "do you have plans, or specific things you need to do?"
"Oh, er, no, not really, I just take each day as it comes, see what tickles my fancy that day, and do it," Aziraphale explained with a shrug, "as for today, well, if you would like to see more of the forest, there is a clearing of wildflowers that I frequent…"
"Lead the way," Crowley told him, gesturing with his free hand.
They climbed down from the cliff, and Aziraphale immediately took them off of the hiker's trial into the undisturbed parts of the forest. Crowley felt privileged to be allowed into Aziraphale's world, shown his favourite places, to be trusted so quickly with all of this. He was eager to learn all about Aziraphale, wanted to know these things, to know him, to know the forest, be welcomed not as a visitor, but as a friend. Talking about being quick with it all though, he supposed it ran both ways, he wasn't complaining, it was nice to be wanted, trusted, desired, it felt easy with Aziraphale despite their short time together.
The walk was longer than Crowley had expected, though he supposed that Aziraphale was used to traipsing all over the forest, long distances to Crowley probably didn't seem like much to the troll. He was just about to ask about how far away they were, when Aziraphale stopped by an extraordinarily tall tree with a knot in the trunk. Pressing his palms flat to the tree, Aziraphale closed his eyes and whispered something that Crowley couldn't hear.
Louder he informed Crowley, "This is one of the tallest and oldest trees in the forest, it is very wise."
Crowley raised an eyebrow at that, how could a tree be wise? "Is that so?"
"Indeed, it is connected to every other tree in the forest," Aziraphale told him, "come closer, put your hand on the bark…"
Crowley did as he was told, resting his palm against the trunk next to Aziraphale's.
"Do you feel it? Can you hear it?" he whispered.
"Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about…" Crowley admitted, "all I feel is tree bark, and all I hear is birds, and the river, and stuff."
Aziraphale only looked slightly disappointed, "That's okay, it was a long shot, I suppose. Maybe one day you will understand."
"Uh…" Crowley was mighty confused, "sure."
"The clearing is through here," Aziraphale said lightly, removing his hands from the trunk and walking passed the tree.
Crowley shrugged to himself, and followed Aziraphale between trees that grew closer together, narrowing their path. Then there was sunlight ahead, and they stepped out into the brightness of it. Blinking, Crowley discovered that the clearing was circular, and completely lined with trees, all tightly packed with only a few gaps allowing entrance and exit.
Wildflowers in purple, white, yellow, and orange absolutely covered the ground, and where the flowers hadn't managed to take up residence, clovers filled in the gaps. A handful of mushroom fairy circles could be seen on the far side, their red and white caps bright among the already vibrant flowers. Butterflies and bees fluttered and buzzed from flower to flower, zigzagging across the clearing in a pollen induced dance. If the sight at the river was picturesque, then the view in front of them was straight out of a fairy tale.
"Wow, I see why you come here often…" Crowley commented as he leaned in to kiss the soft skin just under Aziraphale's ear, "it's almost as beautiful as you," he rumbled sweetly.
"Oh, you," Aziraphale blushed, swatting at his arm.
The line was super cliché, and terribly romantic, but Aziraphale looked so adorable when he blushed, Crowley couldn't stop himself when an opportunity presented itself.
"What do you usually like to do here?" Crowley asked as they walked further into the clearing, scattering butterflies, and scaring off a trio of hares that he hadn't previously spotted.
"Hm, many things, sometimes I just take a nap in the sun, I usually wake up covered in butterflies when I do that, a few times I've even woken up with a young hare huddled up against me, also asleep," he smiled fondly at the memory. "Other times I play with the hares, or bring a book to read, the flowers are sweet little tasters too, and thread together well as a craft activity."
The books!
"Oh! That reminds me, I brought you something," Crowley announced.
Swinging his backpack off of his back, Crowley knelt on the clover cushioned ground, and unzipped it, pulling out all of his other things until he got to the tartan material bag in the bottom that had the books that he'd acquired for Aziraphale in it.
Crowley presented the bag of books to Aziraphale, "Here, I…I hope you like them," suddenly he was anxious that Aziraphale wouldn't care for the titles that he'd chosen for him.
"For me? Crowley, you don't need to get me any-books!"
Aziraphale's entire being lit up with excitement as he looked into the bag, eyes big as saucers, and tail swishing about enthusiastically. Little squeals of joy accompanied every new book he pulled from the bag, and he "ooo"ed and "ahhh"ed as he read each blurb on the back cover.
"Oh, thank you so much, Crowley!" Aziraphale's eyes were shiny with happiness when he looked up at him.
"Don't mention it," Crowley told him, secretly thrilled at his success, and all gooey inside from Aziraphale's reactions.
"I am ever so grateful though. New books!" he held them close to his furred chest and buried his nose in the pile, inhaling deeply, "ahhhh, don't you just love the smell of them?!"
"Not much of a book person, if I'm honest," Crowley confessed, face conveying that he didn't have an opinion on the matter.
"Oh, well, that makes you even kinder for going to such trouble," Aziraphale gave a contented sigh and then gently placed the books back in the bag.
"Not kind," Crowley mumbled, he'd never been good at taking a compliment.
"Of course you are, dear, you wouldn't have done this otherwise," Aziraphale rebutted, "there must be something I can do to thank you…"
"Really, it's not a big deal, just wanted to…" make you smile, make you happy, show you that I care, "now you don't have to jump people looking for books, I can bring you as many as you want."
"You sweet thing, surely there is something I can do to demonstrate my appreciation…" Aziraphale reiterated, tone lowered, eyes suggestive as they looked him up and down.
"Oh," it suddenly occurred to Crowley what Aziraphale meant, the clawed hand crawling up his thigh inch by inch was a dead giveaway too, "what did you have in mind?" he inquired, tone switching sultry, and an interested smirk turning up his lips.
"Why don't I show you…"
The next moment, Crowley was being thoroughly kissed, and Aziraphale's hands were everywhere at once. Long nails dragged through his fiery hair, along his slender neck, and down his clothed chest, rucking up the shirt to get to Crowley's bare skin underneath.
"Humans have so little fur," Aziraphale stated as his fingers glided along the planes of Crowley's chest.
"Well, I suppose that we don't need a lot of hair since we all wear clothes most of the time, they keep us warm," Crowley responded, kissing Aziraphale's neck and throat, down to his chest fur.
"Hmm," he hummed happily.
"Do you-ooofff-" the two hands on his chest suddenly pushed him back to lie on the ground, Aziraphale immediately following between his legs, "do you not like it?"
"I didn't say that," Aziraphale rebuked, a little haughtily, "it is simply different."
"Well, for the record, I-ha-I-ehehe, that tickles," Crowley squirmed and laughed while Aziraphale licked from the crest of his sharp hipbones down into the gully of his pelvis, "mmm, also feels kinda nice," he added with a huskier chuckle.
Crowley's belt was undone one handed while Aziraphale's other hand palmed his semi erect cock through his jeans. The fly and button were released next, and Crowley shimmied a little to help Aziraphale pull the tight material down his thighs.
"What I was trying to say was that I, mmnn," Crowley nearly lost his train of thought again when Aziraphale started kissing the sensitive skin just to the right of his cock, "I think your fur is-uhhnn," he keened and rolled his hips, all thoughts immediately terminated when the next kiss had more suction, and teeth.
Fuck, he loved to be marked, it always made him feel wanted, desired, claimed, like he belonged, not to mention the physical feeling also went straight to his cock.
"Your scent is much stronger here," Aziraphale remarked, his voice lowering to almost a growl as he added, "heavier, thicker."
Crowley swallowed thickly, a whine getting caught in his throat as blue eyes, darkened with desire, gazed up at him.
"Let me taste you?" it was a question and a demand, and Crowley could merely nod. What were words again?
Seemingly contrary to his obvious want, Aziraphale moved in unhurriedly, the tip of his tongue barely grazing the velvet skin of Crowley's cock as it made a wet line from the base all the way to the slit. Crowley managed to keep still, inhaling and exhaling slow and deep at the feeling, and continued to do so while Aziraphale explored the entirety of his length with his tongue and lips, getting faster as he did so.
He was sure that no one had ever paid that much attention to his cock before, not like that at least. Head back, eyes closed, Crowley just let Aziraphale do whatever he wanted; it felt fantastic, and he was incredibly turned on. In the midst of trying to figure out whether he was already leaking precome, or if it was Aziraphale's saliva, Aziraphale decided to change tactics and take half of Crowley's cock into his mouth to hold there while his tongue explored it some more from that new position.
"Fuck, your mouth is so hot," he hadn't mean to say it between moans, it'd just slipped out with his brain to mouth filter malfunctioning.
Aziraphale's response was to slide said hot mouth further down Crowley's cock, and suck on him just enough to make Crowley grasp at clovers while he made a filthy, guttural sound. It became increasingly difficult to keep his hips still the longer Aziraphale kept him in his mouth, especially when he swallowed, throat convulsing around his tip. Crowley had whimpered in a pathetically needy manner, and Aziraphale had only sucked harder, driving him to madness one lick, one suck, one swallow at a time.
"Please," dropped from his lips as he licked them, bit the bottom one, then licked them again.
Two eyebrows raised at him, the blue eyes under them looking far too relaxed and satisfied for how full his mouth was with Crowley's cock.
Through the lust haze, Crowley realised that Aziraphale had probably never done anything like this before, maybe he'd read about it, but he'd likely never actually done the act before. If not experience, Aziraphale damn sure had enthusiasm, never mind the fact that he was hitting Crowley's buttons on the first try.
"Ngk, you feel amazing, Aziraphale, you're drivin' me crazy," he praised breathily, then, driving five fingers into Aziraphale's near white hair, Crowley gave some encouragements, "keep going, please, wanna feel your lips all up and down my cock so bad."
Aziraphale seemed to get the hint, and Crowley moaned as he begun to bob his head, lips sliding along the velvety skin as requested, tongue flicking against the definitely leaking tip when he almost pulled all the way off, only to take him almost all of the way in again.
"Mmnn, fuck, yeah, just like that."
It was so good. Oh, god, it was so good, the pressure was rapidly building low his body, the fire spreading through his veins.
"Faster," he gasped, hand stroking as far down the fur along Aziraphale's spine from his hair as he could reach, over and over, encouraging him to go faster.
Aziraphale responded to Crowley's instruction, moving his head faster, and gripping at Crowley's hairy thighs, claws digging in just enough to leave marks later.
Crowley choked on a moan as the pain-pleasure combination pushed him over the edge, completely forgetting to warn Aziraphale, and coming hard down his throat. Surprisingly, Aziraphale swallowed it all with ease, and then even licked the excess up, leaving him clean and spent when Aziraphale finally pulled his head away.
"Was that alright?" he asked sincerely, voice a little hoarse.
"Uh-huh," Crowley panted, throat dry, thoughts scrambled, clovers uprooted, "I think my soul left my body."
Aziraphale chuckled with a little blush, "Oh, well, good…I think."
"Better than good," Crowley assured him earnestly.
At Crowley's praise, Aziraphale smiled proudly, clearly chuffed with himself. It was absolutely adorable. As he sat back on his knees and heels though, Crowley got a good eye full of Aziraphale's cock at complete attention, dark reddish brown, and precome dribbling down the length of him, dripping onto the flowers. Mesmerised, he watched the tip glisten wetly in the sunshine, bobbing slightly when Aziraphale moved his tail.
Licking his lips, and considering how Aziraphale might taste, how deliciously wet he would be in Crowley's mouth, the human sat up and got to his knees. He pulled up his pants, tucked himself back in, and buckled his belt, then set himself in motion toward Aziraphale, a look of keen determination in his honeyed eyes.
"Crowley?"
Stalking forward as gracefully as he could, Crowley locked eyes with him and simply uttered, "My turn."
"Oh! Well, I mean, if-mmm," Aziraphale was cut off when Crowley kissed him deeply, sliding his tongue directly between long teeth and lips, still laced with come and saliva, his come.
Relishing the flavour of himself on Aziraphale's tongue, Crowley groaned into the kiss, it made him crave a taste of Aziraphale where he was hard and wet even more desperately than a minute ago. His spent prick twitched in his jeans, and he mentally rolled his eyes at the needy organ, already trying to perk up again.
An old tree stump resided not far behind Aziraphale, which Crowley backed him up against, so that he was sitting slumped, but upright, balls resting heavy, and cock jutting out in front of him from under the nest of pale pubic fur. A hazy look of desire had returned to Aziraphale's eyes as Crowley kissed quickly down his belly to settle between his fuzzy, thick thighs. Aziraphale smelt musky, earthy, heady at that level, and Crowley was just as intoxicated by it as Aziraphale had been with him. It was overwhelming, made him feel a little feral with desire. Aziraphale was a delicious meal just waiting to be eaten, to be devoured, then left satisfied and sated.
"Ah!" Aziraphale wailed, having just had Crowley's teeth sink into the soft flesh of his inner thigh, biting hard enough to leave an imprint there.
His entire being from ears to tail had jolted, but Crowley didn't let go until his whole body was flat to a surface once more. At which point he licked over the mark he'd left, making Aziraphale whimper, and his tail thump the ground, before pulling his head back.
"Careful, you could poke an eye out," he joked, then more seriously inquired, "too hard?" even as he watched fresh pearls of precome run down the stiff length in front of him. Fuck, he wanted to lap them up, and he would, in just a moment.
"N-n-no," Aziraphale stuttered, eyes hooded, mouth gaping just a little, and looking directly at Crowley.
"Want more?" Crowley asked, already knowing the answer.
Aziraphale nodded his head short and fast, like a bobble-headed toy, "Yes…yes, please, Crowley."
Crowley smirked in response, and then lowered his head again, he begun gently lapping at Aziraphale's balls with the tip of his tongue, collecting the little droplets of come that had made it that far.
"Oohhh, uh, mmnn," Aziraphale's voice was heavy with how breathy he was already, but he outright moaned when Crowley flattened his tongue and licked firmly from his balls up the length of his cock, collecting all of the leaked come on his tongue.
Salty, a little bitter, with a hint of musky sweetness coated Crowley's tongue, and his eyes rolled back a moment, cock giving another valiant twitch in his pants.
"Fuck," he murmured to himself.
Aziraphale was half way through a word when Crowley ripped it from him by making him cry out. He had engulfed half of Aziraphale's cock in his mouth without warning, and immediately started sucking him off, moving his head back and forth at a decent pace. With each motion, Aziraphale's fingers tensed and relaxed where he rested them on his thighs, his tail bounced about, occasionally whipping sharply, often accompanied by a particularly loud sound of pleasure.
Crowley had made sure not to go too fast, or suck him too perfectly, wanting to draw out Aziraphale's pleasure, listen to him whine, whimper, pant, and moan for longer. Instead he watched every reaction while lavishing his cock with the hot cavern of his mouth, and the wet caress of his tongue.
"Crowley," he whimpered, finally sliding a hand into Crowley's hair – took him long enough.
"Mmmm?" Crowley hummed, long and questioning, knowing exactly how the vibration would feel for him.
His whole body shuddered with it, "I-I need…please."
Crowley slipped his mouth off with a very wet pop, and a lick of his tongue, he'd had to swallow around Aziraphale's cock numerous times due to how much precome the troll leaked. But he couldn't swallow all of it, his chin was coated with excess spit and come, which he wiped with the back of his hand before speaking.
"Aw, I know, sweetheart, you need more, need to come, don't you?" his voice deeper, darker, huskier than normal.
"Mhmm…"
It was so needy that Crowley almost took pity on him, however, he wasn't done yet.
While his mouth wasn't on him, Crowley's hand came up to grip the stiff length firmly, stroking it in long, slow motions, coaxing out yet more precome. Aziraphale's grip tightened in his hair as he groaned with each stroke of his cock, meanwhile Crowley was playing with the wetness at the tip of him, making sure his finger was all coated and slippery.
"This might feel a bit weird for a moment, but it'll feel great afterwards…trust me, yeah?"
Aziraphale made two visual attempts at swallowing, eyes locked with Crowley's, and then nodded, "Okay," he agreed breathily.
Crowley dropped his hand down between Aziraphale's legs, nudging them open a little further with his shoulders, and easily found the furled ring of Aziraphale's asshole. He gently applied a little pressure to the rim, rubbing against it, watching Aziraphale bite his lip, and inhale shakily.
"Try to relax for me," Crowley cooed.
He felt the muscle relax against his finger, and Crowley pushed the tip inside, making Aziraphale exhale sharply. There was no protest though, so Crowley lowered his head once more, and sucked half of Aziraphale's cock back into his mouth while he begun slowly working his finger deeper inside Aziraphale.
There were gasps and moans falling from Aziraphale's ruddy lips in no time, pointed ears twitching, and tail flicking about. Crowley could feel the way Aziraphale was holding his hips still from the way his muscles tensed in his legs, and the tight grip in his hair.
Crowley pulled off again, making Aziraphale whine, and jut his hips mindlessly searching for Crowley's mouth. How he loved seeing Aziraphale out of his mind with pleasure, it was such a fucking turn on.
"Go on, use me," he offered, "it's alright, fuck my mouth, I can take it…"
"Crowley, I…uhn," Aziraphale appeared a little uncertain.
Crowley didn't say anything else though, just slid the wet heat of his mouth back over Aziraphale's cock, and looked up at him with his mouth full. When he didn't move, Crowley winked up at him, and then crooked his finger, sucking at the same time. Aziraphale's hips jerked, pushing his cock into Crowley's throat, and the dam was released. Suddenly the hold on Crowley's head tightened, and Aziraphale was thrusting up into his mouth, and back onto his finger.
He hardly lasted long enough to build up any sort of rhythm before he was moaning wantonly and spilling his hot come profusely into Crowley's mouth, making it dribble out of the corners and down his face. Crowley kept sucking him and moving his finger, until Aziraphale started squirming, and pulled his head off of him.
Fucking hell, he was damn near dizzy with hot that was.
Crowley removed his finger, and lightly kissed the side of his belly before sitting up.
"Alright?" he asked.
"Gosh," Aziraphale breathed, blinking at Crowley, "I-gosh."
Wiping his mouth and chin, Crowley chuckled, and reached for his backpack, pulling out the water bottle and taking a quick drink before handing the bottle to Aziraphale.
"Oh, thank you, dear," he smiled contentedly, and took the bottle, also drinking from it, then handed it back to Crowley.
When Crowley had put the bottle back away, Aziraphale held his arms open, beckoning Crowley closer as he wriggled to lie down properly. Crowley went to him, laying down, cuddled into his side, head on his chest, hand in his belly fur.
"You are quite something, Crowley," Aziraphale told him, kissing his hair, "I feel really rather lucky to have met you."
"You're pretty damn incredible, yourself," Crowley admitted happily, trailing his fingers up and down the thick line of fur under his hand, "I feel the same."
They laid in contented silence for a short while, soaking in the sun's rays, and watching birds flutter overhead, while hares hopped by them. Eventually though, Crowley brought up the results of his research.
"Aziraphale," he started, "please don't take offence to this, but I've been thinking about it, well, just thinking about you in general really, like a lot, and anyway, I, er, did some research into what kind of being you are."
"Oh? I've been thinking about you too," Aziraphale divulged with a fond smile, "and what were your findings?"
He sounded interested rather than upset, so Crowley took that as a good sign to continue, "Well, I think, I mean, it seems likely that you might be…a troll."
"A troll?"
"Yeah, uh, see, your features," he gestured to the pointed ears, long teeth, and tail, slightly more worried now that Aziraphale might not be thrilled by this news, "seem to be related most commonly to a troll. Though there haven't been many legitimate sightings reported, but the lore goes back centuries."
Aziraphale hummed, seeming to mull it over, still holding him close, "I suppose that must be what I am then, but above all, I am Aziraphale."
"Of course," Crowley smiled, glad that he took it well, and then couldn't help but to add, "did you know that 'Aziraphale' is the name of an angel?"
Aziraphale's mouth made a little 'o' shape, bunching his four long teeth together, "That seems to ring a bell, yes."
"You looked like one too when I first saw you, you were bathed in sunlight, your hair shining like a halo, you looked gorgeous."
"And what about now?" he asked cheekily, but with a faux pout.
Crowley chuckled, and leaned up to kiss his cheek, "Still gorgeous, still angelic, still got a bit of that golden glow."
Aziraphale giggled, blushed, and wrapped his tail around them, "I think you might be a bit of a sweet talker, Crowley."
"Who, me?" he inquired with fake surprise, "Nah, just you're regular old, 'tell it like I see it' kind of guy, I am."
Aziraphale humoured him, "Mhm, well regardless, I still think you're very sweet."
"Only for you, Angel."
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This chapter was inspired by this little treat: archiveofourown DOT org/works/55548388/chapters/142241608
