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Don't pretend you don't like it.

[As if he can't be just as terrible in turn. Now that they've found a new way to tease each other, it's been fun to test the edges of it, to see what does and doesn't get to him.

He grins, pleased with himself, for getting that sound out of him. He leans back, hands clasped at the back of Aziraphale's neck so he doesn't overbalance and go tumbling to the floor.]

Missed you, too. [Today, but also in general.] M'glad you turned up here when you did, was starting to go mad with boredom. I was going to try knitting.

[He wasn't.]

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Pretend.

[He knows his scoff is transparent. Despite the fact that he has a good hold of his neck, his hands slip higher up his back, double bracing.

He turns a suddenly sunny grin back on him.]

That's a lovely idea! We could learn together.

[If he takes him seriously and takes him up on it, he'll have no one to blame but himself.]

Maybe add in petit point while we're at it. Really stave off that boredom.

Yes, pretend.

[There's a mocking little wiggle to go with that, all the way from his head to his hips because he's nothing if not a serpent.

And then his eyebrows arch up.]

Sorry, am I not keeping you entertained enough? Are you bored, sweetheart?

[There's something dangerous in his tone. Or it would be dangerous, if this were anyone but Aziraphale.]

[He rolls his eyes. The expected mockery is nothing new. At that dangerous tone, he tips his head slightly. There's a momentary thoughtful look, and then...]

~I said "Brother, you speak to me of passion
You said never to settle for nothing less
Well, it's in the way he walks,
It's in the way he talks
His smile, his anger and his kisses."~

[His singing voice is lower than his speaking voice, a little out of practice, but he's in tune with the verse.]

[Oh no.

This was a terrible mistake. Crowley's face does a complicated thing where he tries not to look flustered, attempting to cover it with a scowl and utterly failing at both.]

You're a bloody menace, angel.

[That went even better than he'd hoped. It's such a satisfied smile. He nuzzles in to kiss the side of his throat in a soft little trail up to that spot beneath his ear.]

Do I seem bored, dear?

[His breath is a warm puff of air in the question.]

[It hasn't escaped his notice that Aziraphale seems fond of that spot, which is both fortunate and unfortunate, because it turns out he quite likes it, too, and that makes him utterly weak. He exhales a shaky breath, head tilted to give him better access. He at least has the self-control not to squirm.]

Not, uh, not right now, no. Seems like you're enjoying yourself, actually.

So glad that's sorted.

[He's perfectly content to take advantage of the access offered without taking it too far. He feels as though he could endlessly toy and explore just right there, with lips and tongue, a small pinch of teeth. Another soothe of tongue after it.

His hands of his back are warm, a squeeze of arms drawing him back closer against him.]

What's your favorite film?

[Idly, he wonders if there might come a point in this thing between them where he won't be so easily undone by just a few touches, but it certainly isn't going to happen anytime soon. A shiver runs down his spine and he swallows thickly even as he allows Aziraphale to draw him closer, grounding himself with a steady hold around his shoulders.]

Hard question to answer, sort of depends on what I'm in the mood for. Goldfinger's good, always love a Bond film. The Princess Bride if I'm feeling like a bit of a sap. Nosferatu's a classic, too. Why do you ask?

Well... [He pauses to tip his head in more for a nuzzle, letting the tip of his nose tease against his earlobe.]

It occurred to me it's something I don't know about you. Something any human as close as we are to each other would know about their partner.

[He draws back to look at him.]

We never had the leisure for talks like that, either too busy catching up, briefing each other on the next jobs to divvy, or trying to save the world. But now I know.

[Oh, so he's just going straight for his heart, too? It's so unbearably sweet.]

Oh, I dunno, I know a lot of your favourites. [But then, a lot of Aziraphale's favourites have stayed the same for a decent number of decades, especially when it comes to literature and music.] Think it might just be that I don't talk about what I like, the way you do.

[It's fine for some things, he'd have easily admitted that he likes Bond films, but The Princess Bride? It's like letting Aziraphale listen to the music he likes, the revealing songs. Crowley keeps so much of himself wrapped up tight, where no one can get at it, where they can't decide it isn't good enough.]

Yes, that might be it. Regardless, I hope you talk more about it all now. I'm not going to start interrogating you. It would simply be nice to know these things. As they come up.

[He sighs. It's more of a happy sound than anything else.]

I've seen The Princess Bride. It was an outdoor screening in one of the parks one summer. I don't recall which now. It was very sweet. Silly. The sort of thing I've always had a weakness for.

[Hearing Crowley does, too...well, it's not surprising now, not after everything they've confessed and done so far. Had he told him back on Earth, he'd have thought for sure he was having fun at his expense.]

Wuthering Heights. 1939. I've always had a weakness for a Byronic anti-hero.

Oh, you won't be able to shut me up now.

[Something of an exaggeration, but not entirely untrue. He's learning to be more open about — himself, what he likes, what he wants. At least with Aziraphale.]

There's a thing I didn't know, thought you weren't much for watching movies.

[Maybe he'll try to dig up a few more that he thinks Aziraphale will like. He wrinkles his nose at the mention of Wuthering Heights, but leans in to kiss him sweetly regardless.]

You and your Byronic — [Whatever he was about to say is cut short, as he squints, suddenly (playfully) suspicious.] Do you have a type, angel?

[Not that he'd necessarily call himself Byronic anything, but there are a few traits that he shares with the archetype.]

Good.

[He wants to hear anything and everything, no matter how trivial.]

Every now and then. I still prefer the theatre, always will, but some films are nice. I rather enjoyed Bringing Up Baby. I've watched it a few times.

[He laughs with a touch of disbelief.]

If I do, where do you think it came from, you daft thing?

[Crowley groans, over-dramatic as always.]

Bringing Up Baby, for fuck's sake. I'm going to make you watch a film from this century, at least.

[Maybe there's one or two that Aziraphale will actually like.]

Right, me chasing you around the planet is very brooding and tortured of me.

It was a perfectly lovely film. Katharine Hepburn had a particularly standout performance. So did the leopard.

[He adds it with a perfectly straight face.]

Oh. Don't you even try to pretend you can't brood with the best of them. Certainly not all the time. That would get exhausting for anyone.

Hard to go wrong with a leopard in a film.

[As much as he'd like to make an argument about not brooding, he... can't.]

Exhausting, sure. Thank someone I don't spend all day brooding. [It's hard to pretend to be serious when he's still straddling Aziraphale's lap, but he's trying his best.

But another thought occurs to him.] Is that why you were flirting with Alessandro?

[He certainly is the type, especially with the outfits.]

[He blinks at him, head tipping and jerking back just a touch.]

What? No. I flirted with him because he flirted with me first. It was fun and frivolous. He reminds me very much of some of the men from the club. Sorts you just don't see anymore. Why? Did it bother you? Should I not?

[Hm.

It was an idle comment, spoken without thinking, but now he realizes this might be the sort of thing they should likely talk about. He goes quiet for a second, regarding Aziraphale thoughtfully.]

Would be a bit hypocritical of me to say you can't flirt with anyone, I think.

[That's not what he asked. He skims his hands down to settle them at his hips again, a secure hold without being overly intrusive for the conversation.]

I don't care about that. Does it bother you? If it does, you have some say in this.

[The truth is that yes, it did bother him, at least a little, but he's sure that he's probably not allowed to really... tell Aziraphale what he can and can't do. Especially in Duplicity, especially when he's seeing someone else.

The problem is working out how to not lie about it.]

It's not — [He sighs, lifts a shoulder in a lazy shrug.] It's fine, angel. Even if it did bother me, that'd be on me, not you. Since we're not doing the whole monogamy thing, you can flirt with whoever you want to. And more, I suppose, knowing this place.

Stop.

[Firm now. He has dropped any trace of playfulness.]

If something happens that forces me, we both know that's out of our control, and I like to think that neither of us would ever hold something like that against the other.

If it bothers you, you have every right to say so. Let me be the one to decide whether that's fair or not. I know you care about that young man. It doesn't threaten me or upset me. I'm relieved you were able to form a connection here. I don't know if I could've done the same in your place. I don't...I feel differently about humans than you ever did.

[He squeezes, as though he can impress the words into him by touch.]

You've been honest with me about it. You're not doing things behind my back. If you feel threatened when I flirt, then I won't. It's that simple. It's my decision to make. All I'm asking is for your honest feelings about it.

[He knows that tone well enough, forces himself stop and pay attention, hands settling lightly on Aziraphale's chest. This is important, he knows it is, it's just difficult, too.]

I wouldn't. Hold something like that against you. M'well aware it's outside our control.

[Not that he's actually slept with anyone aside from Martin and Aziraphale for a while now. Since the last time with Lyall, but he hasn't forgotten how it felt in the aftermath, realizing he hadn't had full control of himself, and he'd never blame Aziraphale for anything that happened like that.]

And I'm not threatened, I know you're not about to run off with anyone else. [He does, logically, although that doesn't stop the anxiety. But the fact that Aziraphale is asking directly for the truth means he has to give it, it wouldn't be fair not to.] I was a bit jealous, I guess. Doesn't have to be a big deal.

[He nods. He didn't think he would. It's good to bring up the possibility, when they both know it's likely sooner or later. Being on the same page never hurts.]

No, it doesn't, because I don't have to do it again. It's just flirting. It isn't worth making you feel bad. I'm perfectly capable of having an entertaining time with people without interacting in that particular way.

[He can't have this conversation like this; he feels restless and a little trapped, suddenly, so he slips off Aziraphale's lap, taking a few steps away to avoid looming over him.]

It's just jealously, angel, happens to everyone. You're not making me feel bad by flirting sometimes, if that's what you want to do.

[He thought this was important to talk about, and it still is, he just didn't think it'd go like this and now he feels... guilty? Like he's forcing Aziraphale to act or not act a certain way, just because he hasn't got a hold on his feelings.]

You don't have to take my every bloody feeling into account.

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