As soon as her foot begins to slide back he knows this quiet negotiation between them has reached its critical point, that a decision has been made. A moment later he sees that moment of serpentine stillness, knows that behind the glasses her eyes must be almost entirely gold, the slitted pupils wide. And it registers as a triumph, in a distinctly human way: he is himself the thing that tempts one of the world’s greatest tempters.
Aziraphale smiles, broad and happy and just a little smug.
“Very modern,” he replies, in a low voice—and then, miraculously, everyone in the hotel stops noticing them. It’s not that they become invisible, just that they register as unimportant, as visual background noise. “After you, then, my dear.”
(“I’m telling you, that’s the same person! I’ve seen twins before and this isn’t twins. Twins don’t grow their hair out at the same time to the exact same length.” “Oh... oh wow, you’re right. I hadn’t thought about that.” “See? Besides, you said they’ve been coming here, what, ten years?” “Yeah, long as I’ve been working here.” “Then it’s definitely one person. Trust me, nobody can hide an affair for that long.”)
The walk to the cloakroom is short and a little awkward, even if no one actually sees how aroused he is. He keeps his hand on the small of her back the whole time, and the light touch is as tantalizing to him as it is to her—the space between them is stretched tight with anticipation and desire.
Locks are no barrier to a celestial being, even state-of-the-art ones designed to prevent the theft of extremely expensive furs and designer coats, and it’s the work of a second to get the door open and slip inside after her.
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Date: 2019-12-13 12:40 am (UTC)Aziraphale smiles, broad and happy and just a little smug.
“Very modern,” he replies, in a low voice—and then, miraculously, everyone in the hotel stops noticing them. It’s not that they become invisible, just that they register as unimportant, as visual background noise. “After you, then, my dear.”
(“I’m telling you, that’s the same person! I’ve seen twins before and this isn’t twins. Twins don’t grow their hair out at the same time to the exact same length.”
“Oh... oh wow, you’re right. I hadn’t thought about that.”
“See? Besides, you said they’ve been coming here, what, ten years?”
“Yeah, long as I’ve been working here.”
“Then it’s definitely one person. Trust me, nobody can hide an affair for that long.”)
The walk to the cloakroom is short and a little awkward, even if no one actually sees how aroused he is. He keeps his hand on the small of her back the whole time, and the light touch is as tantalizing to him as it is to her—the space between them is stretched tight with anticipation and desire.
Locks are no barrier to a celestial being, even state-of-the-art ones designed to prevent the theft of extremely expensive furs and designer coats, and it’s the work of a second to get the door open and slip inside after her.