It's enough that Orisa has instigated this, and that she's just crawling up Crowley like it's nothing, like he's a conveniently placed tree. But when Crowley reaches out to touch her, stroking and giving her that tender little squeeze, Aziraphale feels his whole body jerk and seize up. Orisa murmurs with pleasure and crawls up and around, draping herself fully around Crowley's shoulders, leaving Aizraphale free to gasp and stagger back against the tree.
It isn't just the sensation, of course, although that's a great big part of it. It's that Crowley thinks she's lovely. And Orisa likes that, he can feel how pleased she is, as she loops delicately around Bayan's perch on Crowley's shoulder. Aziraphale wants to scold her, demand where she gets off being this, this much of a scoundrel when she's meant to be his soul. But all he can do is shudder and watch.
"He's all right," says Orisa, and butts her head lightly against Crowley's cheek, drawing a sharp breath from Aziraphale. "Just takes a little getting usssed to, doesn't it?" She turns her attention back to Bayan and nuzzles against her softly.
Well that feels - not better, necessarily, but more proper. Aziraphale's breathing normalizes briefly, though his eyes keep flicking nervously from souls to Crowley. He's never been this forward about anything. Even Crowley tends to be more subtle than Orisa is being. He's not entirely sure what to make of it.
"Don't be such a prude, Aziraphale," sighs Orisa. "I know what you're thinking, after all."
"Orisa!" he sputters finally, the name exploding indignantly out of him; just about the limit of what he can verbally express at the moment.
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It isn't just the sensation, of course, although that's a great big part of it. It's that Crowley thinks she's lovely. And Orisa likes that, he can feel how pleased she is, as she loops delicately around Bayan's perch on Crowley's shoulder. Aziraphale wants to scold her, demand where she gets off being this, this much of a scoundrel when she's meant to be his soul. But all he can do is shudder and watch.
"He's all right," says Orisa, and butts her head lightly against Crowley's cheek, drawing a sharp breath from Aziraphale. "Just takes a little getting usssed to, doesn't it?" She turns her attention back to Bayan and nuzzles against her softly.
Well that feels - not better, necessarily, but more proper. Aziraphale's breathing normalizes briefly, though his eyes keep flicking nervously from souls to Crowley. He's never been this forward about anything. Even Crowley tends to be more subtle than Orisa is being. He's not entirely sure what to make of it.
"Don't be such a prude, Aziraphale," sighs Orisa. "I know what you're thinking, after all."
"Orisa!" he sputters finally, the name exploding indignantly out of him; just about the limit of what he can verbally express at the moment.