Let the snow fall and the wind howl

[gaveitaway]

Who: Aziraphale and Crowley
What: Spending the night in the library.
When: January, when the campus is rather snowed under.
Where: Library
Warnings: None anticipated?


They had been expecting the weather to get bad, but maybe not quite this bad. With roads closed, Aziraphale is stuck on campus, and while it's true he could possibly find a place in the dorms to crash, the thought doesn't really appeal to him.

He stays in the library. After all, he already has a tendency to be here at all hours. It's already home away from home. It is, admittedly, without any power at the moment, and quite chilly. Aziraphale finds blankets from his own stash and also emergency kits, and snags a few pillows from the sofas, and settles in amongst a few of the stacks so that he'll have easy access to things to read. He has a hurricane lantern with a small flickering flame.

Lingering in his mind is the fact that he was supposed to see Crowley tonight. He could very well be stuck on campus as well, but the landlines are out and Aziraphale doesn't have a mobile phone. He has no way to reach him, unless he feels like trudging out into the freezing cold to battle falling snow and high snowdrifts to make his way to Crowley's office.

... He's considering it. He'll likely have to go out at some point to find food as well.

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[gaveitaway]

Aziraphale can't help but scoff gently, with affection and a smile, at what is essentially a very cheesy pick-up line. Crowley's lucky Aziraphale already adores him. And that his wink is beyond charming. And that his hands feel rather lovely on his back. And that he finds a certain comfort and satisfaction in their closeness. Possibly, the closer the better.

"Yes... Here we are," he echoes, as he slides his own arms around Crowley beneath the blanket, keeping layers between his own hands and Crowley's skin, for the moment.

"...do you truly think the cameras still work when the power's out?" He asks, curious. He's certainly not knowledgeable about such things himself. He wouldn't know.

[sparkofgoodness]

"Dunno," Crowley admits, swaying the two of them absently. "Sometimes they have back up power for that sort of thing. Not sure if we do here. Could poke about and see if there's a little light on it anywhere. Why, thinking of doing something scandalous?"

He pulls back an inch, lofts an eyebrow at Aziraphale. Surely not, an innocent lamb like him? Never had a wicked thought in his life? Wouldn't dare? His lips twitch, barely suppressing amusement.

[gaveitaway]

Predictably, Aziraphale blushes. He's thankful for the lack of good lighting now.

"Of course not, although..." He purses his lips a second, slightly reluctant to admit it. "I did think perhaps you were."

Or, maybe, hoped he was. But don't call him on that.

[sparkofgoodness]

"Would I ever do something like that?" Crowley protests. "Me, encouraging you into a public acts of wickedness?"

Surely not! To help with this display of non-wicked behaviour, Crowley squirms himself to begin pressing soft kisses into Aziraphale's neck instead. Obviously a well thought of, upstanding, pure librarian like him would never concede to sullying the stacks with filthy behaviour.

[gaveitaway]

"Yes," Aziraphale answers easily, then gasps at the sudden attention paid to his neck.

"Crowley," he whispers harshly, yet it can hardly be considered a real protest when he's shifting and tilting his head to give him better access to his neck, and tightening his embrace around him, pulling him closer.

He begins scanning the area with his eyes for any little lights that may indicate a camera. He's been in this library a few months, of course, but he's never really looked for them. No one told him about any. Now that he's looking, he's not seeing anything.

[sparkofgoodness]

"Mmmm?"

Crowley draws back, offers Aziraphale an amused grin.

"Can't even give you a little kiss, then? Worried someone might see?"

If, in this instance, 'a little kiss' can be used to describe the way Crowley had been focusing his attention on Aziraphale's neck. He hadn't left any marks! Surely that counts for something, in this situation? He's using some restraint!

[gaveitaway]

The disappointed look on Aziraphale's face as Crowley draws back is clear, though in truth it's only because he's stopped kissing his neck. Though it is always nice to see his face... His endearingly beaky nose...

"Well. I wouldn't forbid you from it," he admits. "And to be fair, you're the one who brought up having to hide anything from cameras."

Possibly he brought that up as a joke, though. He's unsure on that part.

[sparkofgoodness]

"You're right," he admits, "I did bring that up."

That was him. That's very true. Crowley grins, playfully unconcerned, and leans in to capture Aziraphale's lips in a soft kiss briefly.

"Danger makes it more fun, though," he murmurs, and his lips kick up into another smirk.