Before she had even had time to think, Aziraphale was resting her book on the table and standing up. Her own fretful hands trembling with the desire to reach out, curl around that lithe figure. Tug, ever so slightly, she wouldn't need more, she knew. Until Crowley was tipping into her, those sharp edges smothered by Aziraphale's softness.
She could almost imagine the way Crowley would feel against her. Right. Like a piece of her soul, returning home.
Agh. So lovely. So smitten. 😍
"I'm not much of a gardener," the boy admitted, a grave error. "Perhaps you can show me one day?"
An unnatural stillness swallowed Crowley. Aziraphale, too, held her breath. That question, innocently uttered, not a drop of seduction, a hint of forwardness. Simply, the boy's thirst for knowledge from someone he recognised as a better. A woman, no less.
Oh no. She's right. Eric is perfect. Treating Crowley like a equal, and even a better. Showing interest in things she likes.
Crowley tilted her head to the side. She didn't smile, she didn't look at Eric. And yet, with poisonous certainty, Aziraphale knew.
Oof. Aziraphale’s dread is palpable this whole scene.
Aziraphale forced her hand to fall away from soft skin and temptation. Or tried to, except long fingers were curling around her wrist, pressing her closer.
Crowley's lips fell open around a sigh. Then, an even more horrible affair, she whispered, "Angel."
😳 Oh my.
"Do you like it?" Crowley asked again, a fervent, desperate thing.
Hehehe, I did enjoy utilising the "Jealous Aziraphale" tag in this fic! And you would THINK that Crowley's question was pointed (both times she asked 😐) and yet here we are... Thank you so so much!! ❤️❤️
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