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C : "Angel"
A : "Yes, dear?"
C : "I'm boreeed."
A : "And what exatly can I do about that?"
C : "Give me attentiooooon !"
Aziraphale smiled tenderly and put down his book. He could sigh, sure, but he was used to his best friend's behavior. And this was a habit of them, when he would be reading for too long, when he was not "caring" for Crowley, the snake would make him remember of his existence.
It's not like he wanted to ignore his friend, but books had such a power on him. They would suck him in the story they hold within their pages. However, Crowley's soft voice would always break the spell, never in a bad way. He liked Crowley's voice. He liked it more the sound paper made, more than any classical music, more than any other noises in the world, actually.
He looked at his pocket watch and gasped. More hours than he thought had passed. He was always glad when the demon would let him read his books and enjoy his literary adventures, really, but sometimes he was also glad he was there to shake him out of it.
A : "Oh, oh my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't see so much time had passed ! Of course you are bored, we should go out to eat and then, why not take a walk?"
C : "Ah ! Now I'm interrested !"
A : "You should have call me out sooner. You would never bother me, Crowley."
C : "Yeah, I know that."
Aziraphale took a glance at him and rolled his eyes, but still internally laugh at the demon's pride. He looked away to search after his coat. The weather wasn't bad, at least it wasn't raining. But as the day was already well advanced, it surely would be windy outside and he didn't want to grow cold. He grabbed an extra scarf, just in case Crowley later complain to be cold as well. He did not propose it to him right away. He knew it would be pointless. Crowley would say it didn't go with his classy outfit. He knew how the demon felt about fashion.
C : "I hesitated, actually, to call you out sooner. But... you looked like you enjoyed this book a lot, whatever it was."
This surprised Aziraphale. Crowley sounded genuinely concerned about interrupting him during a good time.
He stepped towards him a bit and smiled. He kissed him on the cheek. Crowley froze. He literally froze, his hands still in his back pockets. Because he had his dark glasses on, Aziraphale did not see him blink and blink again and blink four or five more times.
A : "Thank you, dearest. Shall we go? Let's walk to the nearest restaurant. Tonight, it's sushi !"
Crowley didn't respond right away, he cleared his throat first. Then, he smiled, the kind of smiles Aziraphale loved, and walked past him to open his angel the door.
A : "Why, thank you."
C : "Tell me now, which book was soooo fascinating that you forgot about me? I didn't leave the bookshop since yesterday, y'a know?"
A : "I did not forget about you ! If you must know, it was Pride and Prejudice."
C : "You mean, like, the book you have already read three hundreds times already? Are you serious?"
A : "I was reading the most thrilling part of the plot, thank you very much !"
C : "Still can't believe Jane Austen wrote these ! The same Jane I knew !"
A : "Are you quite sure we are talking about the same Jane, at least?"
He scoffed. Crowley did too.
C : "Well I am no expert, but her name must not have been THAT common during that era, right?"
A : "Anyway !"
Aziraphale sighed. They hadn't even left the threshold of his bookshop. He started walking towards the restaurant, leading the way as always. Crowley followed with a large bright smile, always enjoying letting Aziraphale take the lead. He trotted just a bit to stay only a meter away behind.
C : "So, um, ya know, you could do that more often from now on."
A : "May I know what you are refering to?"
C : "Huh, nevermind."
Aziraphale looked at him, wondering why he wouldn't speak freely to him. He stopped on the sidewalk, examining him deeply.
A : "What's on your mind? You know you can say tell me anything."
Crowley stayed silent a minute, avoiding his gaze, even though he had his glasses on. Aziraphale insisted, he even touched his arm softly.
A : "Go on."
C : "I quite liked that, ya know. What you did in the bookshop."
A : "What I did in the- What do you mean?"
C : "So, you are gonna make me say it, huh, great. Urg, the... the k... on the c..."
He mumbled in his teeth, making it impossible for the angel to understand what he said.
A : "Can you repeat that, dear boy, and most importantly articulate?"
C : "The KISS on the CHEEK... Is that clear enough for you?"
He said while growling, his head bobbing around like one of those big-headed car ornaments. Aziraphale frowned and then suddently understood. He whispered a long "ooooh" and smiled fondly. Aziraphale sometimes forget, by how natural the feeling was in his heart, how keen he was on his demon. Moments like this, when Crowley would say or do something he found adorable, always reminded him of how easy it is to love him. Without noticing it right away, a wave of love emerged from his whole body, overwhelming the ginger who cleary wasn't ready to experience it. Crowley squinted his eyes and hissed a little.
C : "Angel, you're... you're radiating, way too much. I-I can barely handle it."
A : "Oh, sorry dearest ! It came naturally. Just a second."
He cleared his throat up, closed his eyes to concentrate and stopped, or at least reduced, the wave that he was unintentionally producing. When he reopened his eyes, he took a few steps forwards him.
A : "Crowley..."
C : "Don't give me those eyes, angel."
A : "No, Crowley, listen please. I'd be pleased to do exactly what you asked me, but, believe me when I say we could do... more than that. If you want to, of course."
Crowley squeaked, whined and made some incomprehensible noises for a minute, not knowing how to respond. Then, he shook his head and took off his glasses, to look at him eyes in the eyes.
C : "Wait, whot? More? Whaddya mean? "
A : "Well, I could show you."
Crowley really locked his eyes in Aziraphale's, trying to decipher what exactly he was trying to drag him into. He was certain it was nothing he would be complaining about, but still, he didn't want them to think of two whole different things.
C : "I need- I need you to be clear with me, here, angel."
Aziraphale rolled his eyes and took even more steps forward. He laid the palm of his hand on Crowley's torso and raised his head almost imperceptibly. Their noses touched, they could feel each other's breath on their mouth. Their eyes locked. Crowley dived in a ocean of sky blue that he so loved and Aziraphale melt in the honey colour.
A : "Do you get it now?"
C : "I- huh, I guess, yeah..."
He signed heavily, the tension was palpable. He closed his eyes and instinctively filled the gap that still remained between them, putting a definitive end to the unbearable suspense. Crowley couldn't breathe during the kiss, and that was weird, given that he never had to breathe anyway. He had the ineffable, yet outstanding, impression that a brand new nebula had just been born, right there, in the bottom of his belly. Aziraphale, for its part, felt like he had just been struck by lightning, but in the most pleasant way possible. A warmth, he never knew existed, spreaded throughout his body, and it felt sooo good. It was an incredible discovery for both of them. They kissed, licked, bit and possessed each other's lips, like they never wanted to put distance between them ever again. At some point, they had to, though. Both of them whispered a breathless "wow" and stood there a few minutes, forehead to forehead.
C : "I could get used to that, perhaps."
Aziraphale laughed, laughed like he hadn't laughed in a while. He kissed the back of his demon's hand.
A : "Me too, dear boy."
C : "Shall we go now? You must be hungry."
A : "I'd quite like that, yes."
As they walked the distance left between their actual position and the sushi restaurant, they held hands and talked about how long they had dreamt of that first kiss, how long they pined for one another. The walk was far, far, far from enough for all of it, for all they had to say. Fortunately, they had all the time in the world for that matter.
A : "Hello ! My... husband and I would like a table for two, please."
C : "Huh?"
Crowley turned his head in his direction, his jaw dropped. A grin then came on his lips.
C : "Husband, huh?"
A : "You don't like it?"
C : "Are you freaking kidding me, angel?"
A : "I'd never do that ! Unless you deserved it, of course."
C : "Hahaha. More seriously, how could I NOT like it?"
A : "Well, you see... I do hope that I'm not going too fast for you, Crowley."
C : "Oooh, never angel ! I am so bloody ready. 'Am gonna be part of your life for all eternity, get prepped."
A : "I'm not scared, I am eager to share your life as well, forever. You should be the one preparing yourself. I am sooo going to spoil and cherish you, I am not sure you're actually ready as you claim to be."
The server was embarrassed. They led them to their table, it only lasted a minute or two, but still got to hear most of their discussion and thought : "Man, what in the soap opera is going on here?".
END !