voidtreckerexpress | Party Time

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Party Time

Who: Everyone who wants to attend.
What: It's a party for all, but the pairing up part is for singles only.
When: Day 19 of Fiddlesticks
Where: Gym Carriage
Warnings: Who knows atm just Minako being Minako will add more as things happen.

[Minako figured she did the best she could for the party. Though she also wondered if perhaps she might not have that many people come. Sure she wanted to put singles together, but at the same time, she simply wanted people to have fun.

In the dressing carriage, people will find costumes and masks that were more gothic in nature. There was food and hopefully some forms of sweet treats for those looking for it as well as a variety of drink, mostly non-alcoholic.]

OOC: Examples of the type of outfits and such can be found here: costumes and
masks]

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When Crowley pulls back first without responding, Aziraphale gets the immediate impression that he did something wrong. That he said it wrong, at the wrong time, that he got the wrong impression, that it was wrong. It's a lot of ways to think something as simple as words and as heavy as these are wrong, in a mere couple of seconds.

But he sees the look in Crowley's eyes, how they reflect the dim light. Their hands are still on the angel's head and he isn't quite sure what that means. The music misses a few notes and plays entirely out of pace.

"I, hum." He stutters. But it isn't wrong. Can't be wrong. It's not. The time is right. As right as it could ever be. The words are right. He's said it. He's said it.

This time, he holds their gaze. "--I love you."

Crowley exhales. Maybe for the first time since they'd heard it, their breathing harsh as they bend down again, pressing their lips to Aziraphale's briefly, then to each cheek, over and over again.

"I love you," they say, their voice still cracking and sounding anything but cool, "Angel, I've loved you for so very long."

Their fingers slide into his hair, stroking it gently as they press their foreheads together, feeling like they could float away at any moment.

The barrage of kisses is good enough an answer to confirm for the angel that the message was well recieved. He could swear there's a while impossible swarm of butterflies in his belly at this point, as he feels both weak at the knee and overwhelmingly giddy about this development.

He said it. They said it. They're standing here as two people who've said these words and can say those words and mean it. And nobody can stop them. Nobody ever could.

He holds onto their arms, a very gentle grip, and he smiles. "Oh, my dear, I should've said it sooner, I-" But now isn't the time for apologies. They should have their place, sometime soon perhaps, but, right now, it's a celebration. "I love you so very much." He said it again. He can say it more times. Oh, it's thrilling.

Crowley can't keep from grinning ear to ear, their entire body buzzing in excitement hearing their angel's confessions of love over and over again. They press another excited kiss to Aziraphale's lips, their hands sliding down to wrap around him and hold him close, tempted to lift him off of his feet.

"I don't care, angel, you've said it now," they reply, in their own means of forgiveness, tugging him close. Crowley is a mess of emotions, happiness and love with an undercurrent of unworthiness and self-doubt, feeling they try to push aside so that they can linger in the moment, the angel's love and acceptance breaking down Crowley's barriers. It's dizzying, and Crowley takes a step back, tugging Aziraphale along, hoping the two can collapse on the bench together and just hold each other like this until they're inevitably returned to their own separate beds.

Aziraphale could swear he feels lighter. Not that the laws of physics are always necessarily applicable to those of celestial nature, but, still, the feeling is there, somewhere significant.

He clumsily moves along as Crowley pulls him, barely trying to pull away just enough to see where they're going, so the both of them can sit, and then so he can press a kiss on their lips too. And when he looks at them with pure joy in his eyes and can't figure out the right words to say, he kisses them again.

"Oh..." He presses his forehead against theirs again, a hand resting on their shoulder. "It's been quite the evening." He chuckles out the understatement of the century.

Crowley takes their seat carefully, beckoning the angel to join them in another evening of snuggling up to one another, basking in their affections. Each kiss makes Crowley's heart beat faster, and the demon feels shaky from it.

"And here I thought it couldn't get any lovelier..." Crowley coos, pressing a kiss to the angel's hand as it's in theirs, and nuzzling close.

Aziraphale's face still feels warm, and he gently grips Crowley's hand in his. He's still reeling from what just happened, and he certainly has no intention of leaving this room, or even this seat, anytime soon. He knows there'll be a time of morning where they'll have no choice about that, but, until then, he's sticking close to the demon.

He sighs, happy and content, though his mind still buzzes with excitement. "I suppose the party wasn't so bad, after all."

Crowley drops Aziraphale's hand from theirs to cup again at his jaw, murmuring against him. "Afterparty was much better, in my opinion."

They seek out the angel's lips again, kissing them with a deep and passionate desire they might have held back from before. It's different now, of course, Crowley feels safe in his arms, secure in their feelings for him.

Aziraphale is surprised-- well, surprised might be too strong a word, as he certainly isn't startled when Crowley kisses him in such a way, and his eyes soon flutter closed as he leans into the kiss.

So many words at once, but no idea where to start. If a picture is worth a thousand words, how much is a gesture, and how much is a kiss shared between two entities that have orbited each other for millennia?

Unsure but tentative, careful hands reach over to wrap gentle arms around the demon.

Lips parting welcomingly, the demon keens softly into their kiss and the feeling of those strong arms holding them securely. If they could just stay wrapped in those arms for the rest of eternity, just like this, they'd be more than happy, even if they weren't on their own earth.

Crowley is already dreading the start of the day, the moment when all of the evening's magic is over and they're in separate beds. Will it be awkward, waking in a room with two strangers in the beds beside theirs? What do they call Aziraphale to others, now? Does the addition of admittance of love result in a change of title? Crowley has so many questions, typical for the demon, but for now they aren't in a rush to ask. Right now, all they want is Aziraphale's touch. And maybe a bit more wine... to celebrate, of course.

He's forgotten the music now, though, if asked, he'd probably say that he still heard it, somewhere. Any step he takes comes with polite uncertainty and more than enough time to be stopped, even though it's never quite been on the demon to put the breaks to any of this. Maybe, mostly, the tentativeness of the gestures are for himself.

The gentle hold around the demon turns a bit more sure, but no less gentle. The kiss turns a bit deeper, more certain. He does dread the morning, too, now that they're this close, and he finds himself not wanting to part, not yet, not anytime soon. They've been sharing a kind of closeness he had never experienced, even before tonight, but this...this is different now, somehow.

After a bit, he pulls away from the kiss with a very quiet gasp, but always holds them, onto them, noses sweetly against their cheek. "Should we stay here?" He murmurs, as if he doesn't know the answer.

Crowley whines softly as Aziraphale pulls back, but his question is so sweet that the demon gets over it quickly, their hand reaching up to pet at his soft hair.

"Would you like that?" they ask with the smallest smile, leaning into the touch upon their cheek, seeking warmth. "I certainly wouldn't mind having you all to myself until morning, if that makes any difference."

"I would rather like it, yes." He answers with unnecessary levels of politeness, a bit above the usual. He doesn't like that there's a set stop to the evening beyond their control, but there's not much he can do about that.

Still, he smiles against their cheek and brushes a small kiss, before pulling back enough to be able to see their face. "If only this moment could last forever."

Aziraphale's polite demeanor is charming, as always, and as he pulls back, Crowley frowns sympathetically, their hand sliding down his cheek and touching gently at his chin before pulling away.

"I wish I could make it last for you." they say, craving the same, "There's always tomorrow, I suppose."

Crowley leans back, not pulling themselves out of the angel's arms, but freeing one of theirs enough to fetch the wine from the table. "Would you like more to drink, angel? I believe the occasion calls for a toast."

He feels the urge to follow after that gentle touch, so enamored by it and by the whole moment.

Watching them reach for the bottle, the angel smiles, practically radiating the giddiness he feels about this step they've taken. He doesn't entirely know the way forward, if something changes, if they just solidified what they knew, what else is there to discuss, but, right now, he's very happy just to celebrate.

He pulls one of his arms away, but the other stays around his demon. "I do believe you're right." And, with a snap of his fingers, he's holding two wine glasses, necessary tools for a proper toast.

"Ah, why thank you, angel." they say coyly, taking one of the glasses so that they can pour for each of them. Crowley pours generously, then sets the bottle to the side, on the ground.

"Cheers, angel." Crowley continues, holding their glass for a toast and settling into his arm again, their own slipping back around his neck.

Something veritably amuses him about how casual a gesture this feels, about something, about things that would have sent him into a panic if he even allowed himself to think about them too deeply, less than a year ago. Their lives have taken ridiculous turns, even as the creatures they are, but if they could take more turns like this one, why, that would be swell.

He holds up his glass and goes to respond, then stops. A thought ocurrs that amuses him enough to huff out a laugh, and his face softens into a sweet smile.

"...to the world?" He looks at Crowley with that gentle, but amusement tinted smile,remembering the lunch they had been sharing at the Ritz.

The world isn't exactly what Crowley had in mind, considering they are very much between worlds, as it were. A smile creeps across their face and Crowley too laughs softly, the hand around Aziraphale's neck petting at the hair there.

"At this risk of sounding very cheesy, angel... you are my world."

His cheeks flush and his smile turns a bit more coy. His arm is still around, resting on their side.

"Well..." He goes ahead and clinks their glasses together. "Maybe sometimes cheesy is good." And he takes a sip, though he still glances at the demon over his glass, finding it particularly difficult to keep his eyes off them.

Crowley scoffs lightly, bringing their own glass to their lips for a drink, unable to keep their eyes off of the angel either. It's possible that the angel has never seen Crowley quite this giddy, but the demon can't care, not when the evening has been so delightful.

After taking a drink, they lean into Aziraphale again, face nuzzling into his hair and breathing in his musk. Aziraphale has always smelled quite lovely, but there's just something incredibly intoxicating about him tonight that the demon can't get enough of.

He spares them a glance before Crowley is so close that the nuzzling against the angel's soft downy hair gives him a little ticklish shiver. He fusses his hand a bit, but doesn't particularly put off, if the way he subtly leans towards them is anything to go by.

"We should, hum." There's a nervous tinge to his voice, but everything else clearly shows he wishes he could stay here for far, far longer. "We should make sure, the-the time..."

"We have time, angel." they murmur, hand petting at the back of his head still. "It can't be that late. Sun's not even up yet. Er--- Void-light, whatever it is."

Crowley's head turns to look at the window, still dark and empty, like the vacuum of a black hole in space. They'd existed before space, so they're not as frightened of it as they probably should be, given their lack of understanding of it to begin with. While their head is turned, they help themselves to another sip of wine, wanting to free up their hand to hold the angel as quickly as possible.

"As far as I'm concerned, waking up is just a detour. We can always come right back here."

Aziraphale composes himself when they look away, tugging at his ascot, but when he looks back over, he looks at the window as well, out into the void. He wouldn't say he's comfortable with it, but he's not exactly afraid, either. It's just... A thing. Having recovered his powers, most of the fears he'd collected in Life Aftr were easily discarded, and while the situation isn't ideal, at least it's more tolerable.

"Would you like to?" Once again, as if the answer wasn't obvious. But it's polite to check.

"Hmm let's see..." Crowley mock-ponders, finishing off their wine and setting the glass aside with the bottle. Their hand smooths up Aziraphale's chest to his shoulder a finger lifting to tease at his neck. "Lay in a packed room or come back here where it's just you and I...whatever will I choose?"

Crowley's smirk says it all, and Crowley starts to wonder if there was a way to secure the room like someone had the one beside it, so that they can access it whenever they need to. Perhaps they have a trick or two up their sleeve.

He feels his face go quite warm yet again, which he could possibly blame on what they've had to drink tonight, and not the new exciting world of this sort of interaction. Still, there's a curl at the corners of his lips, and quite a fond look in his eyes.

"It is a bit... quieter here." And private, at least for the time being. Should they put up a curtain? He much rather not have anyone peering in on an intimate moment while passing by.

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