It's astounding that the angel is even interested, normally a woman's features wouldn't entice him in the slightest. It must be because it's Crowley, the tempting bastard.

"You're not tired, you've had nearly six cups of coffee," he replies, matter-of-factly. Kellin shifts on the couch and inches closer to Oli. He can smell cologne on him - fuck, is it vanilla? It must be perfume, then. "I think I know what it is," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. Oli swallows; he's still staring at the floor. "Yeah?" Oli says quietly.

Aziraphale shows Crowley something he's never seen before.

In which Aziraphale is naive, in more ways than one.

A Kellin Quinn and Oli Sykes (Koli) fan fiction.