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Sweeter Than Wine
[by victoria p.]

Rating: G

Summary: Aziraphale didn't quite understand all the fuss about kissing.

Notes: Thanks as always to Jen, Pete/Melissa, Dot, and Meg. Written for Faerikitten, who requested Crowley/Aziraphale kissage.

Date: June 30, 2004

Aziraphale didn't quite understand all the fuss about kissing. Poems had been written, songs had been sung, humans had been doing it for such a very long time, so there must have been something to it, but it just seemed a bit -- messy.

Surely there were more sanitary ways of showing love? Angels didn't kiss, after all, and angels felt nothing but love. And occasional affectionate exasperation with humanity, and certain demons with whom they had Arrangements.

"And really," he said to Crowley one afternoon after a long lunch which resulted in his closing the shop so he and Crowley could lounge about and finish a fine bottle of wine, "sweeter than wine? My dear Crowley, what sort of wine were they drinking? I can't imagine--"

And then Crowley's mouth was covering his, lips soft and warm and dry. Crowley might have spoken with a forked tongue, but it didn't feel that way to Aziraphale as Crowley licked at the inside of his mouth.

After his first startled gasp, at which point he realized he didn't actually need to breathe, Aziraphale joined in with great enthusiasm, and slightly less technique. Crowley's tongue sliding over his was making Aziraphale dizzy, the way the best champagne did.

"Oh," he said when Crowley pulled away, wearing a smug grin.

"Do you understand now?"

Aziraphale smiled in delight. "I think so, but we should probably do it again, just to make sure."

And he pulled Crowley into another kiss.

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