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[A playlist mysteriously appears amongst the list of them in Crowley's phone without fanfare or notification. Maybe it takes a little while to discover, maybe not, but by the title it's very obvious who's responsible. None of the songs are titled properly, instead labeled with something more oblique, a mood, a message.]

dream

desire

now

deeper

you

for you

[As nice as it is to be able to be together whenever they want, both Aziraphale and Crowley are creatures who've spent so much of their lives alone, and it feels necessary, every now and then, to take something of a breather. He's at his flat when he finds the playlist, his heart doing a fond little flutter at the fact it's called a mixtape. Rather than play it over the speakers, he summons his headphones and curls up on the couch — it feels a bit more intimate, this way. As if the music is just for him.

By the end of it, he's grateful that he took the time to listen on his own, giving him the opportunity to collect himself. It's so obvious that Aziraphale made an effort to choose modern songs, things that Crowley might like, and that means just as much as the songs themselves do. Once he's had a chance to relisten to it once more and made sure he's not about to like, cry about it, he sends a quick text to announce his imminent arrival, and teleports himself to the not-actually-a-bookshop.

It doesn't surprise him to find Aziraphale sitting in one of the wingback chairs, book in hand.]

Sorry to interrupt — [He isn't sorry at all, judging both by his tone and by the fact that he nonchalantly plucks the book from Aziraphale (keeping his place, he's not a complete monster) before climbing into his lap. The chair is, miraculously, just wide enough that his knees can brace Aziraphale's thighs.] — but if you don't kiss me in the next thirty seconds, I'm afraid I'll discorporate.

[He has barely had time to read the text by the time he is there, watching him with curiosity and readily relinquishing the book.

Well, this is unexpected but not at all unwelcome. He leans back into the chair back, tipping his head up.]

Gracious. We can't have that, can we?

[A little overblown, apropos of the drama of the pronouncement. Both arms lift to curl under Crowley's, hands sliding up his back to draw him down for a sweet, slow press. He's wondering what brought this on, not yet enough to even consider interrupting to ask.]

[The book is sent to wait nearby, a brand new bookmark keeping Aziraphale's place as Crowley winds his arms around his shoulders, burying one hand in his hair as he's drawn down into the kiss.

It's a slow heat that he pours into it, unhurried, as if he has all the time in the world to do nothing but kiss Aziraphale and show all his love this way, in parting lips and dragging tongues. He wonders if it'll ever stop feeling impossible that they're allowed to do this, that Aziraphale can leave him mixtapes and Crowley can come claim kisses from him in return.

When he finally breaks apart a few minutes (hours?) later, it's only to pepper kisses all over his face, sweet little things that he'd deny ever doing.]

Found your songs.

[As much as he enjoys his solitude, this is much better than any plans he had for his day. He sinks into it languidly, eyes closing. The warm swirl of tongue, in his mouth, in Crowley's, occasionally messier and between, and the way he has him pinned beneath his thighs has his stomach fluttering in the nicest of ways.

He smiles into the affection, face lifted, and then an answer before he asked. Delightful!]

Mmm, well, I've been doing a little listening, and...

[He rolls a shrug, but the very fact he sent them in the first place belies his playing it off as casual. There's a look in his eyes that says as much, humor, too. Every now and then, it's fun to play Crowley's game. Being bad at it is part of the charm.]

[Crowley will let him play it off as casual. There are some things that don't need to be explicitly said, that's what mixtapes and kisses are for, they get the same message across without the need for tricky words.

They both know that a lot of thought and effort was put into it, and now Crowley has shown his appreciation.]

To some interesting things. Did you pick the one from Romeo and Juliet on purpose?

[Of course Crowley has seen the Baz Lurhman film.]

Romeo and Juliet wasn't a musical, Crowley.

[He shoots him a look. The one that says, "You're not as funny as you think you are."]

[He hums a laugh, more amused by that look than anything, trying to soften it with a light kiss to the corner of his mouth.]

They made a movie, you'd hate it. [Crowley liked it, though, he always thought Will would've appreciated it.] They've got Mecrutio in drag at one point, so it's not far off from Will's original vision.

[Teasing, just a little.]

This isn't another case of telling me I'll hate it to throw me off the trail, is it?

[A light tease of his own.]

Which song was it?

[He reaches up to tuck a stray lock behind Crowley's ear.]

If you want to try it, I'll watch it with you, think I've got it on my laptop.

[This is the bonus of being a demon who doesn't understand how much space he was supposed to have on his phone; he had a whole lot of movies saved on there that he's transferred to his laptop since arriving.

His smile softens, head tilting into the touch. He's taken to wearing his hair long, lately, if only to allow more excuses for it to be touched.]

The one by Garbage. I've always liked Shirley Manson's voice, saw her perform once in Edinburgh with her first band, can't remember the name of them.

Throw in the promise of popcorn and a blanket on the davenport, and you have a date.

[Eyes bright. It's fun to be able to say such things. Silly things. Very human things, but what's not to love about dates?]

Ah, yes. That one. It's fitting. Her voice is rich, expressive.

[She'd sold it, which is one reason he decided in the end to include that one.]

All that and I'll make you a hot cocoa, if you like. I've gotten very good at them.

[He'd taught himself not long after they first discovered them, purely because Aziraphale likes them, but he's perfected his recipe over time.]

That it is. [There's a soft, contented hum as he leans in to nuzzle his cheek, before setting his head on his shoulder, wriggling a bit to comfortable.] M'not interrupting any plans, am I?

You're so good to me.

[He turns in toward the nuzzle, rubbing as affectionately as a cat. His hands drop lower to rest at his hips, a gentle curve of fingers over the contours.]

Only my plan to finish a book. They never get impatient waiting for me. I'm glad you liked them. The songs.

[He hadn't exactly worried he wouldn't. It's just that music taste is a tricky thing, and picking the right song for a mood or message even trickier. Only a few words or a few notes can completely alter the meaning. He had found far more "almosts" than "just rights."]

[Even in this context, those words send a lovely thrill through him, and he smiles against Aziraphale's throat, pressing a soft kiss there.]

Oh, I'm much more interesting than your books. [Debatable, depending on the book, but he's only teasing.] 'Course I like them, angel, you picked them for me. Even if they were all dreadful pop songs I'd still have liked them.

[There's a singular pleasure in feeling a smile against his skin. It's still new enough to him that it gives him butterflies, possibly even more than certain kisses.]

More interactive. [Coy. He can't just...give him every point, or he'll grow insufferable.]

I couldn't stick long with the pop. I tried. They were so...insipid.

But you here. Now. Worth my brief foray. And every misstep into the wrong genre.

[He nuzzles against the side of his head, lips parted for a soft drag against his temple. His chin follows in a nudge.]

[Crowley doesn't bother to stifle his laughter, chuckling under his breath.]

That's me alright, interactive. Top of the range demon you've got in your lap, all sorts of bells and whistles you can play with.

[He wasn't planning to be terrible, but it's impossible not to rise to the challenge when Aziraphale gets coy like that.]

Was all this a ploy to get me to come over? You know you could've just asked if you missed me so much.

[He makes a soft, pleased little sound, turning his head at that nudge so he can kiss Aziraphale's chin.]

I could say some choice words to you right now. You'd enjoy them too much.

[He's laughing, too. He loves him when he's awful, loves feeling him shake in his arms and on his lap with mirth. That doesn't happen nearly often enough.

He hums very softly under his breath.]

I didn't know when you'd find them. I was prepared for it to be a while. I wasn't sure how you'd let me know.

[While Crowley's head is lifted, he takes a small sip of a kiss. A little sample of the softness of lips.]

But I knew you would.

And yet you're not saying them. Am I being punished for something?

[The pout is audible in his voice, as if he's incredibly upset that Aziraphale isn't sharing all those choice words with him, when clearly he deserves to hear them.]

I've not got a lot of playlists, really, that was what made it easy to find. [He tends to just listen by band or genre, he's usually too lazy to make dedicated playlists, so the list of them was noticeably longer when he happened to check it.

He's still smiling into the kiss, treating Aziraphale to a teasing nip of his lower lip.] Not the sort of thing I'd keep to myself, really.

[He wants him to know how much he appreciates those gestures.]

I am not encouraging you. You do not need my encouragement for that behavior.

[Case in point!]

I'm not sorry you found it quickly.

[Or that he chose to come to him. Kisses in the afternoon are better than tea by far. He makes a different sort of sound for the nip. Not quite the same as one of his food sounds. Close.]

And of course I missed you, you silly thing.

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.]

Mr. Fell's Mixtape #1

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