#firstkiss
Crowley just has to take a single step to reach him. Everything happens so fast that Aziraphale wonders why he only perceives it in slow motion. The glass of wine slips through his fingers and lands with a clattering sound on the floor, spilling the liquid in a sprinkling of scarlet. It looks like someone is dying on the ground of the bookshop, blood seeping right through the fissures of his floorboards. The next second Aziraphale finds himself pressed against the wooden shelf, the back of his head banging on something hard. A million stars explode before his eyes while he feels some books pointedly piercing his spine.
It’s not a nice kiss, though. It’s a rough, hard, angry, irrational kiss, fuelled by a raw desperation with which Crowley squeezes the air out of his lungs. Aziraphale feels every ethereal molecule in his body straining against itself. His longing to be urgently closer, to melt into the demon until there is nothing separating them, contends with his fear. A fear that this might be a terrible mistake, which he’ll regret sooner or later.
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The kiss-scene from my fanfiction ‘Creating Grey’ was requested by @mimuranda and who am I to refuse this wish? Right ;)
You can read the story on AO3 ( https://archiveofourown.org/works/32052745/chapters/79400182 ). I would be grateful to hear your opinion there (the comment field is open for everyone).
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