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So much to discover

Summary

Overhearing Aziraphale's conversation with a plant, Crowley realized how well the angel knows him.

Notes

They'll never be bored with each other

On Ao3

Rating G -  419 words

"Wait, my lovely. I can't leave you with that scrawny leaf. If Crowley sees you like this, he'll scold you."

Crowley, confused by Aziraphale's words, paused in the doorway to the living room, amused to see the angel talking to the red poinsettia that sat on a sideboard near the sofa.

He was about to say something when the angel continued.

"But you know, he only scolds those he loves and doesn't like to see suffer. Like me. If you only knew how often he scolded me for not taking care of myself. It's one of his ways of showing love. It makes him even more lovable, you know? But you can't tell him."

"Too late, Angel."

The Angel turned sharply.

"Crowley!"

The demon approached the angel, who continued, stuttering slightly, "You... you heard everything?"

Croyley simply nodded as he walked forward.

Aziraphale continued, this time in a resolute tone, "I meant every word of what I just said."

Crowley was now only inches from the angel and asked, "Does that mean I've been found out?"

Aziraphale chuckled softly.

"I've had millennia for that."

Crowley wrapped his arms around the angel's neck and replied, "But you'll get bored when you know everything about me, when there's nothing left to discover."

Aziraphale wrapped his arms around the demon's waist.

"Oh, I doubt that, my multifaceted demon."

Crowley didn't answer, but leaned his head toward the angel and captured his lips in a kiss that Aziraphale returned with equal fervor. 

When they parted a few moments later, still embracing, Aziraphale continued, "You know, it's like that kiss. We've kissed many times, but each kiss has a different color, a different taste, a different emotion. Your lips are familiar, yet each kiss is new."

The demon nodded, understanding what the angel was getting at, then closed the distance between them and kissed him once more. The kiss didn't last long and when Crowley pulled away, he said in a playful tone, "You're right, Angel, this one was different too."

"Idiot."

Aziraphale stepped back, then grabbed Crowley's hand and pulled him toward the sideboard where the poinsettia lay.

"Come on, I haven't finished taking care of it yet."

Suddenly, he turned to the demon and added, "And don't you dare scold it." 

Crowley chuckled, and as he watched Aziraphale tend the beautiful red-flowered plant, his hand still in the angel's, he realized that if they had shared a thousand lives, their own life together was just beginning.

All was yet to be discovered.

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Entangled

Summary

This time Crowley has to save his angel from a garland, but he has his work cut out for him, as it's a rather special garland where the more mischievous of the two is not the one you think.

Notes

Christmas shenanigans...

On Ao3

Rating G -  572 words

"Crowley, dear, would you mind getting the box of Christmas decorations that's in the small closet near the kitchen?"

Crowley looked amusedly at Aziraphale, who was perched on a stepladder, finishing hanging a gold garland around the top of the tree.

"Where exactly?"

"On the last shelf on the left."

"I'll get it."

Moments later, Crowley was reaching for the box in question when he suddenly heard a small cry coming from the living room.

He put the box down and hurried back to Aziraphale.

It took him only a few steps to see Aziraphale lying on the floor, tangled in the golden garland.

But what shocked the demon the most was to see the angel curled up in a ball, his shoulders shaking as he cried.

Crowley ran to kneel beside the angel, but when he saw his face, he discovered that Aziraphale's shoulders were shaking, not with sobs, but with laughter.

"Cr... Crowley..."

The angel had to stop himself as he started to laugh again.

"Er... help... help me. I'm... I'm trapped in the garland."

The demon slid to the ground, relieved to see that the angel was okay. Then, after a few seconds, he took in the whole scene and couldn't hold back a small laugh.

Then, realizing that Aziraphale had indeed managed to become so entangled in the garland that he couldn't move, the demon's chuckle turned into a full-blown laugh, and he seemed unable to stop.

"Oh no, not you too."

Aziraphale, whose laughter had just subsided, laughed then harder as well. 

After a few moments, they both calmed down and Crowley said mockingly, "I leave you alone for ten seconds and you end up like this. You're amazing, Angel."

Aziraphale winked at him.

"That's because I know you love saving me."

"Idiot."

Then the demon leaned forward to bring his face close to the angel's and added mischievously, "But that means you're at my mercy now."

"What are you going to do?"

"What do you think?" the demon breathed, his lips just millimeters from the angel's.

"Kiss me."

"Good answer."

Crowley closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to the angel's. 

As the kiss deepened, he felt the angel squirm beneath him. Afraid of hurting him, he pulled back, but Aziraphale shook his head and said sulkily, "I can't touch you, I don't like it."

Crowley chuckled and immediately released the angel from his golden garland prison. No sooner was the last knot untied than Aziraphale's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him back to continue the interrupted kiss.

Much later when they parted to catch their breath, as Crowley tried to straighten up, he stopped abruptly in his movement and, dropping his forehead on the angel's shoulder, burst out laughing.

"Crowley?"

"I..." Another laugh shook the demon before he could continue.

"I think that garland is after us."

"What are you talking about?"

The demon lifted his foot and the angel's moved at the same time because the garland had wrapped itself around both of their feet.

Aziraphale raised his eyebrows and said playfully, "It's not mad at us, it just wants us to continue what we were doing."

"Then let's not disappoint this poor garland."

As the demon's lips once again captured the angel's for another kiss, Crowley didn't see Aziraphale make a slight movement with his hand, nor did he feel the garland fall to the ground and free their feet.

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Enjoying the view

Summary

While Aziraphale hangs a string of lights around the roof, perched on a stepladder, Crowley gives directions and, above all, takes advantage of the breathtaking view he has of part of the angel's anatomy. Until he's discovered...

Notes

Both of them enjoying some special cake…

On Ao3

Rating G -  756 words

"A little to the left, Angel."

Aziraphale obeyed and, perched on the stepladder, moved the string of lights a few inches to the left, trying to keep his balance.

Crowley added, "Hmmm...that's almost right, move it a little more to the left." 

Aziraphale held back an exasperated sigh before moving the string as the demon requested.

"Oh no! That's too much!"

"Crowley! This is exactly why I told you the roles should be reversed. Just like always. I don't know why you insisted that I hang it and you lead."

Crowley held back a chuckle, knowing exactly why, but determined to make this experience last as long as possible. The unobstructed view of the angel's perfect backside was one he'd never tire of, and right now he was at the ideal height to admire this work of art.

Of course, Crowley could look at and touch that perfection to his heart's content, but a little bonus that added pleasure to usefulness didn't hurt.

"There, that's just the place."

He knew it wouldn't be long before the angel realized his true motives, and he waited for the explosion of annoyance that was sure to come. 

3...2...1

"Crowley! Are you kidding me? That's where I wanted to hang it the first time!"

Getting no answer, Aziraphale turned his head and looked down at Crowley with a suspicious glare.

Under the angel's inquisitive eyes, Crowley had to bite his lips to keep from laughing.

"Anthony J. Crowley! Did you do this on purpose just to check my..."

"And if I did?"

"Oh, you won't get away with it!" 

Aziraphale quickly climbed down from the stepladder and stood in front of the demon, wagging his finger in front of his face. 

"What have you got to say for yourself?"

"I have no argument. I mean, you can't blame me for admiring one of your many assets. You have the most beautiful b..."

"Your flattery won't save you! You're the one who's going to climb up that stepladder and attach that string where I say! Got it?" 

Crowley sighed, picked up the string, and climbed up the ladder. Suddenly, he wiggled his buttocks as he did so and, turning his head toward Aziraphale, said with a mischievous smile, "Don't let the view distract you, Angel. I know how it feels."

Aziraphale rolled his eyes.

"Idiot."

Which didn't stop him from enjoying the view.

Crowley began to hang the lights, expecting Aziraphale to retaliate in some way. But there was nothing. Not a word.

He hung it as far as he could without moving the ladder, stretching himself to the limit, when he suddenly felt two hands on his backside.

"Angel!"

Aziraphale replied innocently, "What? Just making sure you don't fall."

Crowley chuckled and started to climb down from the ladder to move it, but Aziraphale's hands stayed where they were.

"And you were the one who was offended by me, Angel...but I only looked while you are touching."

"I don't know what you mean. But what I do know is that you're going to have to get off that stepladder so you can move it and get those lights up."

Crowley had no choice but to continue down the steps, Aziraphale's hands not letting go for a second.

Once his feet were on solid ground, Aziraphale's hands slid over his hips and fastened on his stomach as Aziraphale whispered in his ear, "You were right, it is a breathtaking sight."

Crowley chuckled softly and turned in the angel's arms.

“See, I wasn't lying.”

He planted a kiss on Aziraphale's nose and added, a mischievous gleam in his eyes, "But I'm jealous, you could touch... I could only see."

Aziraphale shook his head, "Not until the string is completely fixed."

"Oh, come on, Angel. Just let me touch a little."

The angel shook his head.

"Just a kiss then. Please."

"Okay. Just one."

Crowley leaned in and pressed his lips to the angel's in a tender kiss that was about to linger when Aziraphale suddenly pulled back, "Crowley, your hands!"

"You can't blame me for trying."

"Come on! Get back on the ladder quickly. The faster we're done and..."

"The faster I can touch?"

"Get up!"

Sneering, the demon moved the ladder and quickly climbed up to continue hanging the lightning. A task that was quickly completed, for surprisingly, the angel wasn't too fussy about the placement of the string of lights. 

The demon wasn't the only one who couldn't wait to get his hands on his beloved.

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When Aziraphale reinterprets Christmas carols for his own benefit, Crowley just has to shut up... 💋

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Naughty angel…

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Oh Christmas tree

Summary

Aziraphale manages to drag Crowley out to look for a Christmas tree in the small woods behind the cottage. But Crowley's bad mood disappears when the search turns into a snowball fight and ends in a couch cuddle in front of a roaring fire.

Notes

First festive season in the South Dow

On Ao3

Rating G -  1255 words

"You sure you don't like this one, Angel?"

Crowley flipped the catalog over to Aziraphale and showed him a page.

"No, no, no, it's a real Christmas tree or nothing!"

The demon replied in a coaxing tone, "How about a little miracle?"

The angel continued as he pulled on his boots, "No, we've got a forest right behind our house, it'd be silly not to make the most of it."

"But it's been snowing and it's cold and-"

"We'll move, so you'll warm up quickly."

Seeing that he'd lost the argument again, Crowley shuffled to his feet, then pulled on his boots and winter coat, grumbling to make his disagreement clear.

"Why put up with the cold... a snap of the fingers, a wave of the hand, and it's all over. Besides, it's almost dark."

Dressed to go out, he turned back to the angel and almost stumbled because Aziraphale was right next to him. Crowley didn't have time to react as the angel placed a woolly beanie on his head and, after planting a light kiss on his nose, said in a soothing tone, "Come on, stop grumbling."

The demon had never been able to resist the angel's happy, excited expression in several millennia, so of course he would stop grumbling.

But a little later.

He wasn't going to let the angel win so easily.

He followed Aziraphale outside with one last desolate look at the fireplace.

They stopped at the garden shed to pick up the axe and headed for the small wood at the end of the garden.

As they went deeper into the woods, it grew darker and the path narrower, forcing them to walk one behind the other. Crowley felt his bad mood dissipate as he followed Aziraphale, who whistled Christmas carols, the tassel of his bonnet swaying in time with his stride.

A better mood meant the return of mischief, and the demon wasn't about to be denied.

Aziraphale, unaware of anything, kept walking forward when he was suddenly startled by something that hit him in the back. 

Turning around, he had just enough time to see Crowley hiding behind a tree.

"Oh, I see..."

The angel placed the axe against a tree, then, with a determined look on his face, bent down to gather some snow, formed it into a ball, and hurled it at the demon. Crowley stepped aside, thinking it would be easy to dodge, but Aziraphale moved his hand slightly and the snowball made an odd curve before landing smack in the middle of the demon's chest.

"Angel, you're cheating!"

Aziraphale, looking smug, retorted with a smirk, “Who says it's not my innate talent?”

"Oh, you'll regret that."

They continued their impromptu snow battle, where all tricks were allowed, for a few moments before resuming their path to a small clearing surrounded by pines of various shapes and sizes.

"This is it."

"Oh, I see, you've already done your research."

Aziraphale replied sheepishly, "Yes."

"It's okay, Angel, I feel better now. Especially since I won the battle."

"What? It was a dra-"

The angel had to interrupt himself because Crowley had just thrown a snowball at him and said in a smug tone, "Not anymore."

"Oh, you little..."

"All right, Angel, give me the axe and tell me which tree to cut down."

"Do you even know how to use it?"

"I may have been the nanny and you the gardener, but I think I can handle it."

Crowley struck a pose, one hand on his hip and the other on the axe, looking victorious.

Aziraphale chuckled and shook his head. 

"You make a good lumberjack, I must say. Come, it's time to find the perfect tree."

The angel moved among the trees, and each time he pointed to one, Crowley commented.

"It's a little crooked."

"Too wide."

"Too tall."

"Too bushy." 

Suddenly, Aziraphale turned and, seeing the demon's expression, realized that Crowley was mocking him.

"Crowley..."

He slowly approached Crowley and, without warning, dripped snow down the demon's neck. It was his turn to laugh, and Crowley squirmed as the snow trickled down his back.

The angel stood in front of him, striking a victorious pose.

"Now that it's a draw again, do you realize what a mistake you made?"

Voice slightly shaky from the snow now reaching his lower back, Crowley replied, "Y-yes.... The third was perfect."

Aziraphale chuckled and motioned to him, "Get busy cutting it, it'll warm you up."

He watched as the demon took the first swing of the axe, then raised his hand, made a small motion, and with the next swing of the axe, the tree fell.

Crowley, not fooled, said nothing and stepped forward to grab the trunk of the fallen pine.

"So, my dear, I won't be accused of cheating this time?"

"In this case, it's not cheating, it's using common sense."

Aziraphale chuckled as he approached, grabbed the trunk a little farther away, and lifting the tree in pairs, they began to slowly make their way back to their hut.

Some time later, after the tree had been hung to dry in the living room and a hot shower had been taken, the two of them were on the sofa, Crowley lying with his head in the angel's lap.

Two steaming cups of hot chocolate sat on the coffee table in front of them, spreading a pleasant aroma throughout the room.

Aziraphale, stroking Crowley's hair with one hand, said teasingly, "Well, it's much better than one of your artificial horrors, isn't it?"

Crowley chuckled and replied, "See what you say when it starts to dry out and you have to sweep out the thorns every day."

Aziraphale replied, "First of all, WE will have to sweep the thorns every day, and secondly, that's part of the charm of this time of year."

Crowley grumbled but did not respond.

After a few minutes of peaceful silence, however, the demon grasped the hand with which Aziraphale was stroking his hair and asked softly, “Why were you so adamant on the subject of the tree? I sense there's more to you than your love for old, traditional things."

He felt Aziraphale freeze slightly before the angel replied, "Actually, it's because it's our first Christmas here, our first Christmas as... us. I don't want anything that's artificial, almost not... real, you know. I know it's just a tree and-"

"I understand, Angel, and I agree."

Crowley straightened and, taking the angel's hand back in his, said gently, "But give me a little heads-up next time. I wouldn't have protested so much if I'd known the real reason in the first place."

"Sorry, some habits die hard."

"Okay, let's put that on the list of good resolutions for next year. For you and for me."

"What?"

"Dare to say what we really want."

Aziraphale, realizing what Crowley meant, nodded.

"That's a good resolution."

"I think so too."

Aziraphale then asked, "And what do you really want right now?"

Crowley brought his face close to the angel and playfully replied, "How about I show you?"

Without waiting for an answer, the demon closed the distance between them and kissed Aziraphale's lips tenderly.

Then he pulled back and added in the same tone, "And while we're at it, I think we should add another resolution to the list right away."

"Which is?"

"Increase the kissing quota for next year."

Aziraphale chuckled.

"Idiot."

The angel's laughter was quickly interrupted by Crowley, who hadn't waited for the New Year to implement this new resolution.

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Fic Writing Review 2024

Words written and fics:

273,557 words written

• 181 fics worked on

Words written per fandom:

Good Omens - 245758

MCU - 9306

Loki - 7859

Sherlock - 6828

Harry potter - 2450 

TLOU - 729

DBH - 627

Fics and words published:

10 multi-chapter

• 171 one shots

Published fics per fandom:

90% Good Omens

3% MCU

3% Loki

2,5% Sherlock

1% Harry Potter

0,3% The last of us

0,2% Detroit become human

Top 2024 fics per kudos:

Little seeds of happiness (Good Omens)

It’s always you (Harry Potter)

I wasn't expecting you (Good Omens)

This unavoidable between us (Good Omens)

You make everything better (Good Omens)

Fandom events in 2024:

Lokius Reverse Bang

Azirafeast

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Aziraphale’s Christmas list

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The greatest gift of all...

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Crowley's on thin ice...

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All Aziraphale want for Christmas…

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Incorrect quotes, Christmas Edition let's go!

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It's just a risk to take 2/2

Chapter Summary

The long-awaited evening is here. Will the feelings held back for years finally be revealed?

Notes

A little Human AU of them getting together

On Ao3

Rating G - 3279 words

Chap 1

On the night of the ball, they had decided to go their separate ways and meet at the front door of the complex where the reception hall was located. 

Aziraphale paced back and forth, waiting, for of course he was so excited and nervous at the same time that he'd arrived almost half an hour early.

"Oh, that tall man with the red hair, isn't that Mrs. Crowley's son?"

"Oh yes, he looks just like her!"

Aziraphale stopped dead in his tracks and followed the direction the two old ladies in front of him were looking. His heart leapt at the sight of Crowley, and then again at the bright smile his friend gave him when their eyes met.

Then Crowley walked toward him, quickly closing the distance between them.

God, he had missed him.

It had only been a month, but still.

"Hey."

Despite missing Crowley, it was all he could think to say as he found himself face to face with his dear friend.

It had to be said that the other man's appearance would have taken the wind out of anyone's sails. Crowley was a sight to behold under normal circumstances, but in a tuxedo he was simply dazzling, even when covered by a coat that rested on his shoulders.

"It feels like it's been forever."

His friend's voice snapped him out of his thoughts and Aziraphale nodded.

"For me, too."

An unfamiliar expression crossed Crowley's face as he leaned in before saying, "Then I think the circumstances deserve more than a nod of the head, don't you?"

Aziraphale didn't have time to react as his friend leaned in closer and pressed a light kiss to his cheek.

Okay. Now it was certain that Aziraphale would not survive the evening.

As Crowley straightened up, Aziraphale felt a slight burn where his lips had rested, but he didn't have time to think about it because his friend had grabbed his arm and was dragging him toward the entrance.

"I must say, I was pleasantly surprised that you accepted my invitation so easily."

Aziraphale chuckled softly.

"Not as surprised as I was at your invitation. Pleasantly surprised, of course." He smiled and received a sincere smile of relief in return. Perhaps he wasn't the only one with doubts.

"I think all this ridiculous fuss is our goal."

Crowley led Aziraphale to the glass doors that opened onto the reception hall. Aziraphale marveled at the decor, expecting the usual autumnal touches, but in fact it was all tastefully done, there was something enchanting about the decor, and it all served to give the atmosphere an intimate note, which was not to the bookseller's displeasure.

"Anthony, there you are. Welcome, Monsieur Fell."

Though in a different way, Crowley's mother was as beautiful as her son. Aziraphale shook her outstretched hand in greeting before saying, "Please call me Aziraphale, Mrs. Crowley."

"You are adorable, call me Lilith. You deserve it for being the one who brought that big idiot here."

"Mother!"

Aziraphale laughed slightly as Lilith added, "It really is a pleasure to see you both. Make yourselves at home."

She leaned over to Aziraphale and whispered in his ear, but so that Crowley could hear.

"I'm really infinitely grateful to you, because not only did you get him to come, but he's smiling."

"Aziraphale, would you like a drink?"

Crowley had interrupted his mother, pulling Aziraphale away before she could say the word. Which didn't keep him from feeling his mother's amused gaze on his back.

With a hand on Aziraphale's lower back, he pushed him toward the dining area. A waitress appeared and took their coats, and once they were near the buffet, sipping their appetizers, Aziraphale asked hesitantly, "Your mother calls you Anthony. I've never thought to ask you in all this time, but what would you prefer?"

"You want to call me Anthony?"

It was just like Crowley to answer one question with another, knowing that Aziraphale was afraid to ask him directly what he really wanted.

Aziraphale swallowed and then said quietly, "I would like to... Anthony."

He saw his friend gasp, but had no time to analyze the situation as his gaze was drawn to a group of old ladies who were watching them, murmuring and giggling.

Crowley, who had followed his gaze, leaned over and said, "These are friends from my mother's bridge club. She must have alerted her whole group to tell them I was coming and that I was coming with someone."

Aziraphale turned to him and, raising an eyebrow, said, "Is this really the first time... well, I mean that..."

"I've never had a relationship serious enough to introduce to my mother."

"Oh..."

Aziraphale raised his glass to his lips to compose himself, trying to ignore the storm of questions his friend's words had unleashed. Their eyes met for a long moment and Aziraphale searched desperately for something to say, but the spell was broken when someone nudged him awkwardly and he almost dropped his glass. 

Then Lilith's voice rose over the gathered crowd.

"Welcome, my friends, to the fifth edition of this Autumn Gala. As you all know, for the past five years this gala has raised funds for the local homeless shelter. Enjoy the music and dancing once our musicians arrive, and the little surprise that awaits us all as night falls. In the meantime, savor the banquet and the feast.

"I suggest we wait until the first wave has passed," Crowley whispered in Aziraphale's ear.

Trying to ignore the shiver that Crowley's breath on his neck had caused, Aziraphale readily accepted and let himself be pulled to one of the tables, which was in a quieter corner than the rest of the room. Once seated, they watched the people come and go, eager to enjoy the buffet, Crowley making Aziraphale laugh with his sarcastic comments about the people passing by.

Eventually, the crowd dwindled to a small line, and they both quietly filled their plates before returning to their table, eating while watching the other guests and chatting in the easy manner of two friends who had known each other for a long time. Lilith wandered between the tables, chatting with a small group here and there in perfect hostess fashion. At one point, she spotted them and made her way toward them, but one of her friends stopped her by whispering something, so she smiled briefly and simply waved from a distance.

The musicians arrived, and Aziraphale noted with astonishment that it was a full orchestra. Crowley chuckled at his stunned expression.

"For as long as I can remember, my mother has tended to do things big, no matter what the occasion."

Then, stealing a petit-four from Aziraphale's plate, he added, "Although this gala is far more entertaining than any I've attended."

Aziraphale couldn't help but retort, "It must be the company." 

"Absolutely."

Crowley's gaze was incredibly direct and open as he continued, "But I'm still surprised you didn't have anything planned, considering I caught you a bit off guard."

"Aside from nights at the Dirty Donkey with the girls and Muriel, I don't get out much. The theater once or twice, but that's about it."

"Alone?"

"Most of the time."

"Ah?"

"Is this an interrogation?"

Crowley replied sheepishly, "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry."

Aziraphale smiled and reassured him, placing a hand on his forearm, "I'm kidding. When I'm not alone, I'm with Muriel. Although now that they have a boyfriend, Eric, they come with me much less. And I don't blame them."

Aziraphale looked dreamy as he added, "It must be nice to have someone like that..."

Blushing slightly, he coughed before continuing, "Anyway, most of my evenings are spent in my armchair with a good book or some good music."

Once again he noticed a strange look on his friend's face, when suddenly his expression changed and he muttered, "Beware, trouble's coming."

Aziraphale followed his gaze and saw the reason for Crowley's words.

"Mr. Brown."

The bane of Whickber Street. And what Crowley didn't know, had been Aziraphale's bane for some time. Brown had invented every excuse to come into his bookshop, or to invite him to dinners and other appointments that Aziraphale had always managed to avoid.

"Aziraphale, what a pleasure to see you here."

Brown stood at their table, openly ignoring Crowley's presence as he continued, "May I invite you to dance?"

Aziraphale shook his head and replied coldly, "No, thank you," then turned his head back to Crowley, thinking the other would turn and leave, but Brown did not and continued as if nothing had happened.

"It's a shame to sit here and talk when there's this great orchestra."

Crowley intervened and said flatly, "Aziraphale obviously doesn't feel like dancing with you." 

The mustachioed man turned to him with a grin.

"What does that have to do with you, Mr. Crowley?"

Aziraphale, feeling the anger rising in him, replied, "It has everything to do with him. I'm here with Crowley. He invited me and I accepted. Because I wanted to be with him." 

On fire, Aziraphale didn't notice Crowley's surprised look. 

The other snorted, "Is that true? You expect me to believe that Crowley here is really your date? When you've turned down every single one of my invitations. How could he be any better?" 

Aziraphale stood and approached the man, hissing in a low voice, "He's billions of times better than you could ever dream; I don't care what you think. Just as I don't care about your invitations. But there is one thing you need to know, and that is that I will not hesitate to use some of my connections if you don't leave immediately. Like Crowley's mother, who's organizing this gala." 

The man opened his mouth to protest, but seeing the anger in Aziraphale's eyes, he decided to turn and walk away.

Aziraphale didn't take his eyes off him until he was sure he wasn't coming back, and it was a chuckle from Crowleyle that made him turn around. His irritation melted like snow in the sun at the sight of his friend's broad smile. 

He was about to sit back down when Crowley shook his head and stood up, holding out his hand, "Will you dance with me?"

Aziraphale took his friend's hand, a warmth building inside him as soon as their hands joined.

"With you? Of course."

Crowley led him to the center of the dance floor as the orchestra began a new piece.

In the distance, Lilith watched them enter the dance floor with a smile, and after a brief instruction to the conductor, the orchestra began to play a slow, romantic waltz.

Crowley, not fooled, murmured, "Mom..."

"Hm?"

Aziraphale lost his confused expression and forgot all about it the moment Crowley's hand came to rest on the small of his back, pressing him to his chest, while his other hand gripped Aziraphale's, intertwining their fingers as they began to turn gently to the rhythm of the soft music.

They twirled and twirled, one song and then another, and as one song followed another, they drew closer, Crowley's arms now wrapped around his waist and Aziraphale's around Crowley's neck. Every part of their bodies touched and their eyes were locked.

Aziraphale felt every fiber of his being react to the music and the feeling of Crowley so close, so real. Never in a million years would he have dared hope for this outside of a dream. Even better, the music clearly had the same effect on Crowley, who did nothing to create distance between them, but on the contrary, did everything to reduce it. 

Aziraphale smiled gently and dared to put his hands on Crowley's lower back and his head on his shoulder. The dance, such as it was, required no concentration or skill, so he closed his eyes and simply swayed in Crowley's arms, breathing in the warm, sensual scent of his skin where his neck met the collar of his shirt. He could feel his friend's heart beating steadily against his cheek and sighed with satisfaction, thinking that he wouldn't mind if they stayed like this forever. 

Unfortunately, Lilith's voice over the loudspeakers broke the spell.

"It's midnight, my friends. It's time."

“Time for what?” murmured Aziraphale, drowsy with contentment. He looked up at Crowley's face without removing his hands from his back, and saw a strange expression there again. His friend's lips were close to his face as he replied, "Fireworks, I suppose."

Crowley continued to hold him for a moment before slowly pulling away until Aziraphale's hands slid down his arms and landed on his hands, pulling him a little farther away.

Indeed, everyone headed for the large bay windows and the first shower of colorful rockets drew all eyes skyward with oohs and aahs of delight. Lilith had clearly outdone herself in impressing her guests, and the sky quickly filled with a thousand fleeting stars and deafening noise.

Aziraphale watched with wondering eyes as he felt a hand take his. Forgetting the spectacle outside, he turned to Crowley. His friend didn't bother to speak over the cheering and crackling and nodded to a slightly out of the way corner, a window embrasure hidden by heavy velvet curtains. Aziraphale nodded, and Crowley immediately pulled him by the hand to the spot he had just shown him. They stopped in the window embrasure, hidden by the curtains but illuminated by the glow of the fireworks they could see on the other side of the window, Aziraphale's hand still in Crowley's.

Aziraphale looked at Crowley, whose face was very close. There was enough light to see his eyes, his gaze more intense than ever. Aziraphale's pulse quickened when Crowley didn't look away, and he held his breath when a hand came up to rest on his cheek.

Aziraphale couldn't help but whisper, "Are you going to kiss me?"

Crowley laughed slightly, his voice deep and sensual as he replied, "Yes, unless you stop me."

"Never."

That was all it took for Crowley to lean in gently until his lips brushed Aziraphale's, so softly that it sent Aziraphale into a kind of agony. A sweet agony.

The kiss quickly became more intense and lingered, their lips slowly getting to know each other.

Aziraphale wrapped his arms around Crowley's waist to press against him, erasing any hint of distance, and in response, Crowley parted Aziraphale's lips with a gentle flick of his tongue, deepening the kiss until there was nothing left but them.

Fireworks, music, crowds, lights - all had disappeared, leaving only them. 

When Crowley's mouth left his, Aziraphale whimpered, but the warm lips landed on his cheek, leaving a trail of searing kisses down his neck before returning to his half-open lips, which let out small gasps. 

"Anthony..."

"Say it again..."

"Anthony..."

As if starved by all those lost years, Crowley's lips picked up the whisper of his first name on Aziraphale's lips, leading to another kiss that lasted until they had no choice but to separate to catch their breath.

Between gasps, Crowley asked, "When did it start?" 

"For me? The first day. It was always there, but it just got stronger."

Crowley murmured, "So long. We're both idiots."

Aziraphale raised his hand and gently stroked his lover's cheek, "But we're here now, that's all that matters."

Anthony leaned his cheek into his lover's hand and nodded.

"Yes. It is."

Gradually, still entwined, they made contact with reality, sounds and light, but it was as if they weren't part of it.

Crowley asked in a playful tone, "This sounds cliché, but...your place or mine?" 

Aziraphale replied in the same tone, "It doesn't matter where, as long as we're both there."

"My place then. I'm the closest."

Aziraphale nodded and immediately Crowley took his hand and pulled him behind him, they quickly grabbed their coats under the astonished looks of the waitresses, the fireworks weren't over, the entrance was deserted and they could leave quietly without being noticed.

It would have taken them less than five minutes to get to Crowley's if they hadn't stopped every few seconds to take advantage of a darker corner to kiss. It was as if, now that they were both letting their desires run wild, it was impossible for them to control themselves. 

Arriving at Crowley's, Aziraphale hesitated slightly for the first time.

It hadn't even been an hour.

What if they ruined everything by rushing in?

What if...

A hand gripping his chin snapped him out of his spiral as Crowley said quietly, "We don't have to do anything tonight, or tomorrow, or even a week from now. In fact, I don't care what we do or when. I just don't want us to part tonight."

A sigh of relief escaped Aziraphale's lips as Crowley's thumb gently caressed his kiss-swollen lips.

"Neither do I. I don't want us to part tonight. But..."

"But?"

"If we could just slow down a little."

"Whatever you want, my angel."

"My angel?"

"You call me Anthony so I can call you my angel."

Aziraphale murmured, "Say it again."

"My angel."

"Again..."

Crowley smiled and leaned forward, murmuring against his lover's half-open lips, "My angel."

Then they said nothing more as he captured Aziraphale's lips in a kiss that was both sweet and passionate. They didn't know who moaned first as Aziraphale's tongue brushed along Crowley's lower lip, but it didn't matter. In the seconds that followed, their tongues intertwined in a wild, feverish dance, both finally giving free rein to the passion that had inhabited them for so long. 

When they had to pull away to catch their breath, Crowley bit Aziraphale's lip before gently releasing it. 

Forehead to forehead, they gasped for breath.

Then Aziraphale raised his hand and, tucking a lock of Crowley's hair behind his ear, said with a breath, "We've waited so long. I don't want to wait any longer. Take me to your bedroom now."

"Aziraphale, you-

"Yes." Then, a mischievous gleam in his eyes, he said softly, "But only if you keep calling me your angel."

Crowley laughed, took his lover's hand, and they were both still laughing when he closed the bedroom door behind them.

The next morning, they awoke to each of their phones vibrating insistently on the nightstand.

With a synchronized sigh, they extricated themselves from each other and picked up the phones to read their messages.

"My mom asks me if I'm going to refuse to come to next year's gala now that I have a partner. Then she tells me to say hello."

"Give her my best. As for me, I have three messages, do you want to know?"

"Even if I say no, I know you'll read them to me anyway."

"Um, Muriel asks me if the evening was everything I hoped it would be, Maggie asks me to fill her in on all the details, and Nina...ahem..."

Crowley turned and then slid over Aziraphale, his elbows framing his face as he said teasingly, "You're making me very curious now, my angel."

Blushing, Aziraphale replied, "Nina asks if we broke the mattress..."

Crowley leaned over and, after planting a kiss on his lover's nose, said, "Answer her that we almost did."

Aziraphale's eyes widened, then they both laughed as he texted Nina exactly what Crowley had suggested. 

At the same time, at Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death, the coffee shop on Whickber Street, Nina, phone in hand, threw her cleaning rag in the air and exclaimed, "They did it!"

Word spread like wildfire that the bookseller and his handsome, longtime friend were finally together.

The Whickber street gossips would have to find another target.

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It's just a risk to take 1/2

Summary

For the fifth year in a row, Crowley's mother insists on inviting him to her charity gala. Although he has refused each time, this time he has no choice. And if he doesn't want his mother to force a date on him, he'll have to bring someone. So he takes the risk of inviting his old friend Aziraphale, for whom he feels much more than friendship. 

Notes

A little Human AU of them getting together

On Ao3

Rating G - 1783 words

Chap 2

"Anthony!"

Though startled by his mother's voice, Anthony did not react and continued to read the newspaper, sitting on his sofa with his feet up on the coffee table.

He heard the door close, then the click of heels coming closer, and only looked up when his mother tossed a sheet of paper into his lap.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that it was the negative response he'd sent to her invitation to the fall charity ball she hosted every year.

Continuing to leaf through the paper as if nothing had happened, he asked, "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, my dear mother?"

With her hands on her hips, his mother replied in a voice whose irritation she couldn't quite shake, “This is the fifth year you've refused my invitation and said you'd come next year. Five times!"

Anthony slowly lifted his eyes to his mother and looked at her with an assurance he was far from feeling.

"After four rejections, didn't you think there was no point in sending me a fifth invitation?"

"You know very well that I don't take no for an answer."

"And yet you'll have to do it again this time. I haven't changed my mind."

Crowley closed the newspaper and stood up before throwing it on the sofa and going to the kitchen to have some coffee. Of course, his mother followed him, and he felt that this time he'd really have a hard time staying firm. After all, he took after her as much for her flaming hair as for her stubborn nature.

He filled two cups of coffee and handed her one, which she eagerly grabbed.

He sat down on one of the high stools behind the counter as his mother leaned across from him.

She sighed.

"Anthony, I don't understand, you're smart, you're good at what you do, you're a handsome man..."

"Thanks, Mom." 

"Don't interrupt me! I was saying that you're a fine person, that you're good company when you're not hiding behind your sarcasm, that you have a job that you thrive at, and yet you're hiding in your apartment like an old bachelor."

Anthony replied with all the calm he could muster, "I am hiding, as you say, because in case you didn't know, with my job as a teacher, I see enough people during the day, my social circle is kept to a minimum because I prefer quality over quantity, and most importantly, I'm a big boy and I live my life as I see fit."

His mother took a sip of coffee, set the cup down on the counter with a clatter, and replied, "I never thought my son, so full of quality, would become a homebody. So boring. What a disappointment." 

Anthony knew his mother was being dramatic and didn't mean a word she said, she was just trying to provoke him until he gave in, so he took absolutely no offense.

He raised his eyebrows.

"If you find me boring, that's your problem, not mine."

"And when I'm gone, who's going to take care of your social life, right? You'll be all alone."

Oh, here we were. The feelings card.

He couldn't help but smile slightly and replied, "Mom, this may be hard for you to believe, but I like my solitude. And like I said, I have a few friends. You can count them on the fingers of one hand. But I have a few."

"At least give me one good reason, one real reason why you shouldn't come to this ball." His mother said as she went to refill her cup.

Anthony sighed, "If you must know, it's because I'm sure you want to set me up with some great party you found on Single.com or one of your dating apps."

His mother rolled her eyes.

"If that's all it is, just come with a date. It's as simple as that."

Anthony chuckled.

"Very funny, really."

His mother said in a softer tone, "I'm serious, you know. There must be someone whose company you can stand to spend an evening with."

Anthony immediately thought of someone, but did his best not to react.

Aziraphale.

No, don't think about it. He's just a friend. There's a big gap between being a friend and being someone's plus one for an event like this.

Forget about it.

"Ooooh, I see, so there is someone."

Damn, she really was too sharp.

His mother put down her cup, then came over and planted a kiss on his cheek before turning away.

"It's perfect. I'll wait for you and Aziraphale at the party."

"I never said it was Azi"

"Don't forget to remind your bookseller that formal wear is required."

"He's not my bookseller."

"You didn't deny it was about him, did you?"

"Mom..."

"I know, I know, honey."

Clack.

As quickly as she'd arrived, the hurricane that was his mother was gone.

She was probably already calling her friends to brag about having had the last word with her stubborn son. 

Anthony buried his head in his hands. He would have to contact Aziraphale and risk jeopardizing one of the longest and best friendships of his life.

The longest and most beautiful, in fact.

To do so, he would have to try to ignore the feelings he had for his friend. Feelings that went far beyond simple friendship.

Easier said than done.

Anthony sighed once more before he picked up his phone and started typing.

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Aziraphale was sitting at a table at the Dirty Donkey with Nina, Maggie and Muriel when his cell phone began to vibrate. 

He pulled it out of his pocket and, seeing who the message was from, quickly slid his thumb across the screen. He was so excited that he almost dropped the phone.

Nina noticed his fussiness and tried to look over his shoulder.

"I've never seen you in such a hurry to read a message. Who is it?"

"Oh, someone important, no doubt," Maggie replied before pulling Nina away to let Aziraphale read his message in peace. 

Muriel, for their part, made no comment, just looked at him with a knowing smile, they knew him too well. They knew who could make Aziraphale react like that. 

Aziraphale was astonished because, unlike Crowley's usual short, concise text messages, this one was so long that he had to scroll to get to the end.

His amazement grew as he read on.

His heart was beating faster as well.

But he chose to ignore it.

Aziraphale, you'll probably be surprised at what 

I'm about to ask you, but I don't have the courage to ask you in person. 

I don't know how else to say it, but I need your help. 

Would you be willing to accompany me to my mother's fall charity gala? 

It seems I can't avoid it this year, and while I'm at it, I'd rather go with a friend. 

You, in this case. 

Let me know your answer, and if it's positive, I'll send you the details.

Aziraphale swallowed. Several times.

He kept looking at the phone in his hand as he took a big gulp of sherry. 

Then he read the message again. His heart was racing now.

He had forgotten that he wasn't alone and was startled when Nina said, "You're all red, Aziraphale."

Maggie giggled and nodded.

A hand came to rest on his arm and a soft voice said, "You look... happy."

He looked up to meet the eyes of his best friend, Muriel.

"Yes. I think... maybe..."

Unable to find the words, he handed them the phone.

Muriel read it, looking very focused, before exclaiming, "That's great, Aziraphale! It's a great opportunity."

Of course his friend and business partner would say that.

They were, after all, the one who had pushed him to approach Crowley the day he had first walked into the bookstore.

Six years ago. He'd just started working as an astrophysics teacher and was looking for old books. Then he'd come back several times just to see Aziraphale, and a deep friendship had developed. Crowley had become part of his little circle of friends, and not a week went by without them seeing each other. Sometimes just the two of them, sometimes with their friends.

It was only during exam periods like now that their meetings were far apart.

And no, Aziraphale didn't count the days. Or hours, for that matter.

"Come on, Aziraphale, don't keep it a secret." 

Nina insisted, and he could see in Maggie's sparkling eyes that she was just as curious as her wife.

When Muriel handed the phone back, he hesitated for a moment, then finally passed it to Nina, who read the message as Maggie moved closer to read it at the same time.

"Aha... and are you going to say yes?"

Aziraphale didn't hide his astonishment at Nina and Maggie's lack of surprise.

"What? You think it's a secret that you have a crush on him?"

"Huh?"

Maggie continued, "There are even bets on which one of you will make the first move?"

"What?"

Dumbfounded, he glanced at Muriel, who shrugged.

"Neither of you are subtle."

"What do you mean?"

Maggie nodded, "Well, sometimes he looks at you like he hasn't eaten in days and you're the first meal he's seen."

"You've got to be kidding me!"

"I swear it's true!"

Nina nudged his shoulders and repeated, "So you'll answer yes?"

She added, insisting, "Do you realize this could be your chance?"

Maggie continued, "This could be a date!"

Aziraphale downed the rest of his sherry in one gulp and replied a little dizzily, "I certainly hope so."

He was far less certain as he prepared to answer a few moments later in the privacy of his apartment.

No matter how much he told himself not to get his hopes up, it was too late, and the only thing he could do was at least try to remain fairly neutral in his message.

Crowley, we're friends, you know you can ask me anything.

And knowing your mother, I'm guessing you fought bravely. 😛

I'm delighted to accept your invitation.

It will be an opportunity to spend an evening together, 

we haven't seen each other for a month, 

we'll have a lot to talk about.

Send me the details of the evening.

Good night!

Aziraphale hit 'send' immediately, before he had time to change his mind, placed his phone on the nightstand without waiting for a reply, and turned off the light. 

Probably due to Sherry's overindulgence, he quickly fell asleep in a peaceful slumber whose dreams had the face of a teacher with red flaming hair and honey-colored eyes.

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Fly me to the moon

Summary

Aziraphale suffers from insomnia and hums a song as he makes himself a cup of tea. He is soon joined by Crowley, and the song eventually becomes a dance in the moonlight.

Notes

Fluff Alert!

On Ao3

Rating G -  542 words

After turning over for the tenth time, Aziraphale sighed. 

It was hopeless, sleep eluded him. Gently pushing back the covers so as not to wake Crowley, who was fast asleep next to him, he stood up.

Shivering slightly as his feet touched the floor, he made his way silently to the kitchen. Perhaps a cup of tea would help him sleep.

Moments later, the kettle was on the stove, and while waiting for the water to heat up, Aziraphale went to the window and looked out, noticing that it was a full moon night.

After a few seconds of admiring the bright orb, the angel began to sing softly.

Fly me to the moon

Let me play among the stars

Let me see what spring is like

On a-Jupiter and Mars

In other words, hold my hand

In other words, baby, kiss me

"With pleasure, Angel."

Aziraphale gasped slightly as he felt Crowley's arms wrap around his shoulders and turn him in his arms. Once face to face with the angel, Crowley leaned over and kissed him on the forehead before saying playfully, "If you wanted me to kiss you, you should have stayed in bed. I was surprised when I woke up to find nothing but empty space next to me."

Aziraphale shrugged, embarrassed. 

"I couldn't sleep."

"So you chose to sing in the moonlight instead."

The angel laughed softly.

"I was waiting for the water to boil for my tea, and when I saw the moon, I felt like singing."

"Well, since it's not boiling yet, let's dance in the meantime, Angel."

His arms still around the Angel's shoulders, Crowley began to sway. Though a little surprised at first, Aziraphale then wrapped his arms around the demon's waist and, with his face pressed to his chest, began to sing, setting the rhythm for their dance.

Fill my heart with song

And let me sing for ever more

You are all I long for

All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true

In other words...

Aziraphale moved back a little, without letting go of the demon, and raised his head to sing the last words.

I love you.

Smiling, Crowley lowered his head and his lips met the angel's in a slow, gentle kiss that went on and on. Only when the kettle began to whistle did they reluctantly end it. 

Crowley planted a last soft kiss on the angel's lips before releasing him and watching as he went to turn off the fire under the kettle.

Aziraphale opened the cupboard and, after taking out a cup, turned to Crowley.

"Would you like to have a cup as well?"

Crowley nodded and sat down at the kitchen table while Aziraphale poured two cups of tea. The angel placed the two cups on the table and then sat down next to his lover, both of them facing the window.

Once seated, Aziraphale leaned against the demon, who wrapped an arm around the angel's shoulders, and as they sipped their tea under the glow of the full moon, the words of the song echoed in the air.

You are all I long for

All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true

In other words, I love you

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Tender loving care

Summary

For the first time in a long time, Crowley's hair is longer, and Aziraphale can finally indulge himself and take care of it the way he always dreamed. The beginning of a new routine?

Notes

It's been a long time since I wrote some tender hair brushing...

On Ao3

Rating G -  633 words

"Your hair has really grown."

Crowley, a towel wrapped around his waist, had just emerged from the bathroom and finished drying his hair with another towel. At Aziraphale's words, he turned toward the bed to see the angel sitting against the headboard, a book on his lap, watching him.

Crowley carelessly tossed the towel over the edge of a chair and, running his fingers through the damp hair that fell just below his ears, replied, "Yes, I felt like having it longer again."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

"I like it. It's been a long time since you've had it that long."

Crowley approached and asked in a teasing tone, "Do you keep up with all my haircuts, Angel?"

"I keep up with everything about you, my dear," the Angel replied, winking at him before continuing, "Would you like me to brush it for you?"

"You don't have to."

"Then let me put it another way. Will you allow me to brush your hair?"

Crowley nodded.

"If you really want to do it, yes."

Aziraphale took the book from his lap and, placing it on his bedside table, said softly, "Then go get a brush."

Crowley returned a few moments later with a brush in hand, and when he reached the bed, Aziraphale spread his legs and patted the spot in front of him.

Crowley handed him the brush and sat cross-legged in front of the angel, his head thrown back slightly.

Aziraphale first placed the brush beside him and gently combed his fingers through the demon's hair, carefully untangling the knots that had formed when Crowley had dried his hair. When he was sure that most of it had been untangled, he picked up the brush and began to slowly comb the red hair, starting with the ends of the strands, then making wider but no less delicate strokes from the top of the head to the ends of the medium-length strands.

For a moment, the silence was broken only by the light sound of the brush and the appreciative humming of Crowley, who had closed his eyes, clearly enjoying the way Aziraphale was caring for his hair.

"Thank you."

Crowley opened his eyes in surprise.

"It's me who should be thanking you, Angel."

"Well, I beg to differ this time. You let me take care of you because I asked you to. You could have said you would do it yourself, but you let me do it for you. So thank you."

"Oh... all right. Well, you're welcome. But by the way, let me say that I really appreciate it. So allow me to be grateful as well."

Aziraphale continued to brush the hair for a few more moments, then set the brush down on the nightstand and said quietly, "I'm done."

Crowley leaned back and let his head fall on the angel's shoulder, turning it to look at him.

Aziraphale couldn't resist and leaned forward, his lips brushing the demon's in a tender kiss. When he pulled away, Crowley wrapped an arm around the angel's neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. 

When they parted to catch their breath, Crowley was now astride the Angel and they looked at each other, their foreheads pressed together, the silence broken only by their panting.

After a few seconds, the demon said softly, "Angel, how about we make this hair brushing thing a regular thing? Like a routine. At least as long as my hair stays long."

Aziraphale ran a playful tongue over the demon's lips and replied in a playful tone, "Only if the end becomes a habit as well."

Crowley chuckled softly, "It's a deal." 

Sealing the deal, he leaned in for another lingering kiss, and later, much later, the angel found himself, much to his delight, once again tending to his demon's tangled hair.

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Best served hot

Summary

Aziraphale wearing his shirt half-naked.

Crowley certainly wasn't expecting this sight when he arrived in the kitchen for breakfast. 

But he certainly wasn't going to complain.

Notes

Just me indulging in the idea of Aziraphale putting on Crowley's shirt....

On Ao3

Rating G -  505 words

Attracted by the fragrance of coffee that had roused him from bed, Crowley entered the kitchen and stopped dead at the sight of Aziraphale pouring coffee into two cups with his back to her.

All he could do at that moment was stammer. 

"A-angel? Is that... is that my shirt?"

He immediately realized that he'd asked the most idiotic question of all, because it was obviously his shirt that Aziraphale was wearing.

First, because it was black; second, because although it was a little tight around the arms, the sleeves were rolled up from being too long; and third, because it fell low on Aziraphale's thighs.

His bare thighs.

The demon swallowed and was trying to collect himself when Aziraphale turned around with two cups in his hand and handed one to Crowley with a playful little smile, “I bow to your observational skills.”

Crowley struggled to recover from his shock, for while he often wore Aziraphale's clothes, he'd never seen the reverse. And what a sight it was.

He took a sip of coffee as he continued to watch Aziraphale, the way the fabric fell in flowing folds over his thighs, accentuating them, the way the shirt parted over his chest and stomach, revealing his soft curves, the color contrasting with the tone of his skin.

The angel, who had followed his gaze, smiled again and Crowley set down his cup before approaching him slowly. With no doubt as to the demon's intentions, Aziraphale put down his cup and watched as Crowley closed the distance between them.

Once in front of him, the demon slipped his hands under Aziraphale's shirt, making him shiver, before placing them on his hips, pulling him closer with a little tug.

Aziraphale parted his lips slightly, letting out a small gasp as Crowley closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to the angel's, kissing him passionately.

When they finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, Aziraphale asked teasingly, "Am I to take it that you're enjoying this?"

Crowley chuckled and cupped Aziraphale's face, his thumb gently tracing the line of his lips, moistened slightly from the kiss.

Aziraphale shook one shoulder slightly so that the shirt opened a little more and slid off, revealing the soft, round shoulder, then asked, a playful gleam in his eyes, "More than you like seeing me naked?"

The demon licked his lips and replied, "You have no idea how much, Angel."

Seeing Crowley's heated gaze, Aziraphale gently pushed him away and began walking back toward the kitchen door, whispering, "Then come and show me."

Then he turned and let the shirt slip and fall to the floor just before he passed through the kitchen door.

That was all it took for Crowley to snap out of his trance and he almost ran as he followed the angel into the bedroom.

The coffee cups sat untouched on the kitchen table. But neither Aziraphale nor Crowley cared when, much later, their contents were long gone cold.

The coffee could wait, their love could not.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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