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Aziraphale tried to convince herself she wasn’t dressing up for Crowley. She had ironed her waistcoat before putting it on, but so would any rational person, even on a day where she would be working hard measuring people and sweating. She let her tea steep for slightly too long in her travel mug as she checked her appearance in the mirror, attempting unsuccessfully to tame her short curls. Aziraphale only noticed when she sipped it for the first time on the bus after she’d rushed out of her bookshop, and frowned. It wasn’t bitter, but she was very particular and thought she could taste a difference. She had gotten into the habit of doing her makeup on the bus, despite the bumps and traffic and the fact that she never was running late; it was just a part of her routine and she had fun with the challenge.
She made her way into the greenroom early, put her bag down, and stood there for a moment, contemplating what on earth she would even do while measuring Crowley. Her heart raced even just thinking about the measurements she would have to take for the costume and how intimate that would be, and she flushed red.
“Oh, Azira!”
She was roughly snapped out of her worrying by Gabriel, who had made his way in the room without her noticing. He knew she liked her full name much better than any nickname, and she knew he knew how to pronounce it. Ever the people pleaser, she glowered silently.
“You’re here early! Ready for some measurements?” He laughed, and she thought that even though he was usually nice, he was already getting on her nerves today.
Aziraphale took a slow, deep breath to snap herself out of her annoyed state, and took a sip of her tea. “Very ready.”
He chuckled in a way that could only be described as corporate, “We’ll be doing character work, so,” he looked behind himself through the open doorway, and walked towards his overly comfortable seat, “you’ll stay out of the way?”
She bristled. “I’ve worked a lot with this company, I know what I’m doing. I’ll wait for a lull to call people. I don’t appreciate that comment. I am just as important in this production as anyone else.”
He barked a laugh, and she wondered for a moment when she even thought he was nice. “Sure you are, Azira, right.”
Even she could sense that his response was dripping with sarcasm, and she turned on her heel and walked out briskly. Aziraphale needed a moment to decompress. Maybe he was actually being nice and she was just so wound up thinking about being normal around Crowley that she was reading into it wrong! Maybe she was the one being awful. She made her way to the restroom where she washed her hands with cold water, focusing on taking slow breaths. She didn’t realise how long she’d been in there until the door slammed open, and someone humming loudly entered behind her. It was Crowley, who stood at the other sink, finishing up her makeup in the mirror. She seemed to be in her own little world, humming something that Aziraphale vaguely recognised as a rock song, and only registered the woman next to her when Aziraphale turned off her own sink.
“Oh, hey Aziraphale!” she grinned, turning to her momentarily.
Aziraphale couldn’t help the smile that was brought to her own face, almost instantly forgetting Gabriel’s snarky comments. “Hello, my dear! I must say, I quite enjoyed our da- our little meetup!”
Crowley smirked at her. “None of that, we already agreed it was a date.”
“Well then,” she dried her hands with a towel slowly, “I quite enjoyed our date, and I’d very much like to do something like that again.”
The redheaded woman seemed to be taken aback, as if she hadn’t expected Aziraphale to say that. She was about one second from swiftly apologising before Crowley cut off that train of thought with what one might call a giggle.
“Sounds perfect, angel.”
Aziraphale could get used to this treatment, she thought, as they left the restroom together, and debated what their next date would be. Aziraphale was hopeful for a picnic date, but Crowley wanted to take her out for another meal. They agreed to have some takeout on a picnic, and Crowley said she would bring some nice wine for them. Aziraphale felt herself tense back up as they re-entered the greenroom, where most of the cast and crew stood around, and Gabriel sat, deep in conversation with Beez. She frowned and ducked off to where she’d set her stuff down, gathering her things she’d need for the measurements. When she stopped in front of her bag and began to rummage through it, she realised that Crowley had followed her. The other woman leaned her hip against the table, watching her intently. Aziraphale suddenly found herself transfixed by winding up a measuring tape that had unravelled in her bag.
“Had an alright day so far?” Crowley’s voice had dropped to a near whisper, clearly wanting to talk to Aziraphale and Aziraphale alone.
She nodded, looking up at her. “It was… fine. Not abnormal. I’m sure it will only get better from here!”
She was most certainly not sure about that fact, as she’d likely have to deal with Gabriel further. Though she was rather looking forward to after work, when she’d get something to eat, sit in her comfortable chair with a cuppa, and daydream about Crowley – or read, reading was good too.
“Right. Think it’ll-”
Crowley was cut off by Gabriel speaking loudly to get everyone’s attention. He announced that they’d be doing some character work, and Crowley shot her a disappointed look as she made her way to sit with the rest of the cast. Aziraphale watched them all for a moment, before leaving the room and setting up her notebook and measuring tape, along with a privacy screen for the comfort of others.
Her process was very quick. Aziraphale would quietly wave a cast member over, take them aside, ask them things like their shoe size or dress size and if they had the right socks and whatnot, and take their measurements. She took the comfort of the people she was measuring very seriously, and would always check with them throughout if they were comfortable with what she was about to do.
Everyone was quite kind to her, luckily – she’d had some rather unpleasant interactions in the past, but this cast seemed lovely. Once she had everyone’s measurements but Crowley’s, she popped her head back in the room and gave Gabriel a Look. He took her seriously, for once, and let the cast free for their break so Crowley could get fitted and Aziraphale could rush off afterwards, though she’d probably search around the costume shop for anything usable.
When she made her way back to her things – mostly just her travel mug of tea – outside of the greenroom, before spinning around with the realisation that Crowley was hot on her heels. Her stomach fluttered and blood rushed to her face when she faced Crowley, who cocked her head and smiled.
“Firstly,” Aziraphale looked down at her notebook, “do you need your cane on stage? I can make it nice and pretty – uh, not that it’s not already, of course – but make it work for Frank’s character-”
“I don’t need it, angel. Don’t worry about it.”
She wrote that down, relieved that there wasn’t something more she’d have to make by hand. “D’you know your shoe size? Dress size?”
Crowley told her, and she noted it down, keenly aware of all the things she could theoretically make Crowley as a gift, now. It took a little while for Aziraphale’s embarrassment to die down, and she became remarkably comfortable with Crowley as they joked and bantered about what costume pieces she would make for her. Aziraphale had a sudden moment of realisation when she looked down at her notes and saw that she had nothing else to ask about; the only thing left to do was to take the actual measurements. Aziraphale cleared her throat.
“Uh, I usually ask about boundaries and such. I’ve got to get, uh, a bit up close and personal with you to measure you.” She felt her ears burn red, and looked down awkwardly.
“‘S alright, angel. Course I don’t mind, it’s you.”
Aziraphale stammered, frozen for a moment. That was maybe the most attractive thing she’d ever heard from the most gorgeous person she’d ever met, and her brain felt like a stack of papers after being shoved through a paper shredder.
“I- um- okay. Yes, let’s, uh, let’s do it.”
Crowley held out her arms, causing Aziraphale’s eyes to widen and her breath to hitch. She knelt down on one knee – it was simply more comfortable – though she realised halfway through measuring Crowley’s inseam that she was in the same position as people when they proposed. Crowley looked down at her, and Aziraphale found herself feeling quite embarrassed, and swiftly took out her notebook to jot down the measurement. She stood up quickly, clearing her throat.
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“I’m sorry I- I didn’t ask if that measurement was uncomfortable to you, I usually do, I promise-”
Crowley rested one of her hands on Aziraphale’s shoulder. “Aziraphale. It would be hard for you to make me uncomfortable, even if you actively tried.”
She bit back a grin and began taking the measurements around Crowley’s bust, hips, and waist. She took a small break to write everything in her notebook – usually she could remember it all in her head until she was done, but she couldn’t trust herself to remember anything when Crowley was around – because she needed to step away for a moment, letting out a long sigh. Her closeness to Crowley caused butterflies to begin fluttering in her stomach and her ears to burn red, and she found herself realising that she was crushing hard after only one date.
Crowley had said something, but Aziraphale was too lost in her own head to hear anything other than faint noise. “Sorry, what?”
“Is that all the measuring we need? I was thinkin’ we probably have enough time to get a bite to eat during break.”
Aziraphale, flustered and not thinking, blurted out, “Oh, I’ll be done after I get your measurements, I can get my own lunch.” Her eyes widened, and she stammered nervously, “but I’d love to get lunch with you! If you had time and, uh, wanted to.”
Crowley grinned, nodding. “Sounds great. We done, then?”
She glanced back down at her notes and shook her head. “Let me get your neck really quickly. That will be very helpful for your cape.”
Aziraphale walked behind Crowley, brushing her long red hair over one shoulder and cherishing the silky feel, before she stared down at her own hands holding the measuring tape and chewed the inside of her cheek nervously. It took her a few moments to do anything more, but Crowley seemed to be patient with her and stood still. Aziraphale very gently wrapped the measuring tape around Crowley’s thin neck, holding her breath as she tried to focus on the numbers on the tape in front of her. It was hard to focus, though, as the tape moved when Crowley swallowed, and her fingertips brushed against the nape of Crowley’s neck in such a way that her stomach felt like it was doing backflips. She pulled away after what felt like much longer than what it was, writing down the measurement in her notebook.
When she turned back around, Crowley was standing there smiling fondly at her, hand held out invitingly. Before Aziraphale could even process what she was doing, she stepped forward and took Crowley’s hand. The redhead stifled a gasp, but began walking towards the theatre’s exit. Aziraphale walked alongside her contentedly, their hands clasped together, and butterflies raced in her stomach like it was a childhood crush.
“Anywhere specific?”
She turned to look at Crowley, and now that she was looking, she couldn’t look away. “Oh, anything you want, really.”
Crowley raised her eyebrows. “Aziraphale, I usually just get a sandwich from the same café we spoke at the other day. Won’t that be boring for you?”
Aziraphale shook her head quickly. “No, that sounds perfect. We need to be fast so you can get back on time!”
“Just because you said that, I’m going to go as slowly as possible. Just to spite Gabriel.”
Crowley smiled, squeezing her hand gently, and it was then that Aziraphale had realised they’d been looking at each other more than where they were walking, but had somehow made it out of the building and down the street, almost to the café. She sighed in contentment as she opened the door, held it for Crowley and was gently pulled inside by their still-interconnected hands. The barista caught her eye as they entered, and Aziraphale felt her face flush with embarrassment, but another comforting squeeze from Crowley gave her a wave of confidence, even as they stood in front of the cashier.
She could sense Crowley watching her as she contemplated the menu and fidgeted with the end of her waistcoat with her free hand as she decided. She thought the chicken and avocado sandwich looked delicious, so she ordered that, and Crowley nodded in approval before ordering her own caprese sandwich. Aziraphale had an evil plan, however, and before Crowley even finished ordering for herself, she had her card out to pay with and snuck in before Crowley could even open up her purse.
After she’d paid and left a tip, she glanced back at Crowley to see one of her eyebrows arched high above her sunglasses.
“It’s like that, then, is it?” Crowley grinned.
Aziraphale nodded. “You paid last time!”
She shook her head as they walked back to a small booth. “Yeah but you were sneaky about it. You upped the stakes!”
Aziraphale chuckled. “You would have tried to pay for it; we both know that.”
Crowley set her cane down after she was seated and rested her elbows on the table. “How would you know now, hm?”
“Well, I suppose you’re right.” She grinned across the table at the redhead, “en-garde.”
Crowley held her hand out, and Aziraphale shook it, and they shared soft laughter as their sandwiches were being made.
They walked back to the theatre with their lunch, hand-in-hand again, sharing quips and comments. That was, until the very instant they got to the greenroom, where their hands slipped apart and they sobered up upon seeing all the others hanging around the room. They shared a whispered farewell before Aziraphale packed up her things and left, catching the next bus home.
She spent her time brainstorming and sketching out some costume ideas at home after her lunch, curled up in her armchair. Aziraphale did eventually pull out her mobile and send a text to Crowley, just letting her know she was home safe and working on costumes, but didn’t get a reply back. Crowley was probably still working and busy, so Aziraphale set her mobile down for the afternoon and night and forgot about it for the rest of the night.
Crowley checked her phone once she got off work that afternoon and was very pleased to see a message from Aziraphale. She sent back a quick response before she started driving, but had not received a response by the time she got home. Crowley knew that Aziraphale was old-fashioned, and maybe that carried over to her understanding of texting, so she tried not to worry. She did worry, though, even during her shower, while she made dinner, and while watching trashy T.V.. A certain blonde wouldn't stop intruding on her half-arsed daydreams. Crowley decided that she didn't mind that, however, and instead wondered what her life would be like if she and Aziraphale were spending that late night together. She figured Aziraphale would read in bed and likely wouldn't enjoy the ‘find love’ reality shows that Crowley did, simply because all the people on them were such complete arseholes, so they'd have to find some compromise for what they’d watch, if anything. After a bit of dawdling in those lovely fantasies, Crowley internally chastised herself for thinking like that – they'd only been on one planned date. Most people wouldn't get fixated on imagining a future together after they'd barely hung out, and she was clearly getting ahead of herself.
She checked her phone once more, before setting it down and pulling her pile of blankets on top of herself, frowning at the prospect that maybe Aziraphale just didn't want to talk to her. She fell asleep quickly, which was, in retrospect, great, because she would have just wallowed in her discomfort. Luckily, she woke to a message from Aziraphale (sent at 6:17, who the Hell wakes up that early?), which she responded to excitedly. They messaged frequently throughout that day, which Crowley could not get enough of. Aziraphale stayed home sewing the costumes for the end of Act 2, and Crowley went in for more blocking before tech. They actually called that night, though Aziraphale would never admit that she pressed the ‘call’ button entirely by accident, and she simply started a conversation. Most of it consisted of Crowley saying “what?” because Aziraphale didn't have headphones, and continued to work on her sewing machine. Aziraphale also enjoyed hearing Crowley's rambling in between her stitching, and told her such, to which Crowley disappeared audibly for a moment, before returning with a few choice swear words.
They did go on a few more dates – notably that picnic, to which Crowley brought some frozen peas to toss to the ducks. That date was quite nice; all of them had been, and their awkwardness towards each other quickly dissipated as they began to open up more. They hadn't exactly discussed the nature of their relationship, and though Crowley wished to, she was more embarrassed about the prospect than she’d ever admit.
Crowley had always been able to learn lines rather quickly, and she had always loved the songs. That gave her ample time to plan dates with Aziraphale, as well as an indiscriminate amount of time daydreaming about her. Every time she tried to bring up the possibility of them being girlfriends or partners, her heart would race and her stomach would churn in embarrassment and nervous excitement at that. She couldn't help herself from openly admiring Aziraphale; every new pale centimetre of skin that she saw was miraculous, especially due to the lack of her usual three-piece suit. Crowley couldn't get enough of her blue eyes, which held as much emotion as the ocean held water. She also found herself dressing up, sometimes more scandalously, just to watch Aziraphale’s eyes widen, her eyes wander, and her cheeks turn pink upon seeing Crowley.
Fittings were a few days before tech because (as Aziraphale told her frequently) Gabriel never gave Aziraphale enough time for her to comfortably do alterations; it was always a mad dash until opening. Crowley had been distinctly surprised by just how ready everyone was -- usually it was much more hectic and anxiety inducing, but they were perfectly on track for it.
Crowley could have jumped up and down with excitement when she read the rehearsal schedule for that day and realised that there was a dedicated time slot for fittings. She got ready earlier than usual, buzzing with pent up energy, having no desire to do anything but see Aziraphale again. It was about 20 minutes before she had to leave that she realised she could pick Aziraphale up so she wouldn't have to take the bus, and gave her a quick call. Aziraphale seemed very excited by the prospect, and Crowley declared that she would be there in fifteen minutes. She arrived at the shop much quicker than that, parking across the street from it in what was probably a parking spot. Crowley gazed at the bookshop, not expecting to see any sign of Aziraphale until she would come to the car. She let out an audible gasp when she saw a quick motion through one of the windows, and spotted Aziraphale rushing around gathering things and putting them in her bag. Eventually, she could see Aziraphale standing by her desk holding her things, waiting for something. Crowley watched fondly (and slightly confused) through the shop windows, before she was startled out of it by a sharp rap on the passenger side window. A woman with dreadlocks was looking at her, seemingly concerned or disgusted. Crowley let out a long sigh and rolled down the window glaring from behind her sunglasses.
“Wot.”
“Why are you staring at Ms. Fell?” She crossed her arms, mouth crooked in a frown.
Before Crowley could respond, someone cleared their throat from behind the woman who had knocked on the window. “Nina?”
The woman stepped back, and Aziraphale was revealed to be standing behind her crossing her arms.
“Oh, Ms. Fell! I was worried about you! This person was just staring at you through the window.”
Aziraphale raised her eyebrows. “This person is my girlfriend.”
Crowley didn't notice what Nina did after she heard that; she was frozen in disbelief, her mouth slightly agape. She heard Aziraphale sit down and buckle her seat belt, and she put the car into drive, entirely on autopilot, still in shock. Aziraphale chuckled next to her. Crowley glanced at her.
“I do hope you don't mind me calling you that, I- well- I wanted to get back at her for assuming you had ill intentions.”
Crowley felt a nervous churn of her stomach. “So you- you didn't mean it?”
“I- oh- Crowley. We can be girlfriends if you like.”
She stared intently at the road. “Do- you like?”
Aziraphale rested her hand on Crowley's shoulder comfortingly. “Of course.”
Crowley couldn't hold back a grin and thanked Somebody she was at a red light so she could look over at Aziraphale, who was beaming broader than she'd ever seen before.
They pulled up into the theatre’s parking lot after a surprisingly interesting conversation about birds, which began at Crowley's appreciation for ducks and Aziraphale’s interest in crows, which amused Crowley for obvious reasons, and spiralled into a plan to befriend the local crow population. They got out of the car and walked in together.
“Crows are exceptionally intelligent and loyal-”
“Yeah, they bring people stuff!” Crowley butted in and opened the door for Aziraphale, leaning on her cane.
“And they've got great memories!” Aziraphale walked in, but paused so Crowley could catch up, and walked into the theatre together, chatting all the way.
The rest of the cast were hanging out in little groups as they waited for it to start. They were going to run through all of Act 1 with a break in the middle for lunch and fittings. Once Gabriel and Beez showed up, Aziraphale took her leave to set up all the costumes in the costume shop. Crowley and the rest of the cast made their way through Act 1 steadily, and time flew by until it was time for all the fittings. Aziraphale had the ensemble try everything on, and worked her way through the cast.
By the time Crowley made her way to the studio, Aziraphale had taken off her blazer and was coated in a slight sheen of sweat. Crowley walked in to see Aziraphale fanning herself with her hands, sleeves rolled up past her elbows, and her heart nearly stopped as she felt herself turn a bit pink.
She leaned on her cane, smiling. “Fancy seeing you here.”
Aziraphale looked up, a giddy smile spreading across her face. “Crowley!”
“Got some nice things for me to wear?”
Aziraphale nodded and took some things off a hanger and handed it to Crowley, smiling shyly. “You can go behind a curtain, or if you want, I can leave for a minute and let you close the door.”
“I don’t mind, angel,” she held up the outfit so she could see it and smirked, “not like I’ll be wearing much, anyway.”
Aziraphale flushed and sputtered awkwardly before Crowley sidled behind the curtain and sat on a chair, took her shoes off and began to change. She slipped up the thigh-high fishnets and attached them to the garters, wondering what Aziraphale’s reaction would be.
“Have you got shoes for me?” Crowley asked, and Aziraphale passed some black heeled boots back to her without looking.
Crowley adjusted her handhold on her cane – she was much taller with these boots – and stepped out from behind the curtain, to see Aziraphale immersed in a book. She cleared her throat, striking a bit of a pose.
Aziraphale looked up, and promptly turned so red that Crowley thought she might have to go fetch a fire extinguisher.
“F-” Aziraphale cleared her throat, her eyes never leaving Crowley, “feels okay?”
Crowley grinned, cocking a hip. “Yeah, feels fine. I’ll be fine without the cane, ‘s just good for now so I can get used to these shoes.”
Aziraphale seemed to have forgotten what she was meant to be doing for a moment, and her mouth was still open from when she had spoken a moment before. After a pause, she shook her head as if to snap herself out of it and stepped forward.
“Uh, yes. Let me see if it’s…” She trailed off as she checked the corset, and Crowley noted from her new higher viewpoint, that even the tips of Aziraphale’s ears were pink, which was stupidly adorable.
She ran her fingers through her hair while she watched Aziraphale check her garments, before she pulled the cape off the hanger and opened it up for Crowley to put her arms into. Crowley put it on, relishing in the brush of Aziraphale’s fingers over her arms and shoulders, shivering excitedly. She did a small spin, showing off to Aziraphale. Aziraphale grinned, her shoulders wiggling giddily.
“Oh, that looks very nice, my dear.”
Crowley grinned, and Aziraphale helped her out of the cape, hanging it back up and grabbing her outfit for Act 2. Crowley rubbed the back of her neck shyly, and Aziraphale peered at her, clearly confused.
“Er, can you- undo it?” She gestured at the corset, feeling her heart race.
Aziraphale nodded. She didn’t really understand why it was completely normal to help anyone other than Crowley with something like this, yet she felt increasingly embarrassed as she loosened the corset around Crowley’s bust and torso. It didn’t even look different, but Crowley breathed a long sigh of relief.
“Gonna have to get used to that. The boots too.”
Aziraphale nodded as Crowley walked back around the curtain, “I can see if Gabriel would be okay with you rehearsing in them before dress.”
Crowley hummed affirmatively, changing into the new outfit. It wasn’t skimpier than the last, but it was flashier and more shiny than anything she’d really ever worn on her own or as a costume. She ran her fingers through her hair, biting the inside of her lip anxiously.
“It’s very… sparkly.”
Something shuffled on the other side of the curtain and Aziraphale responded. “It’s supposed to be, dear. I thought it was quite a nice idea-”
“No, it’s lovely, angel. It’s just nothing I’ve worn before and I feel… strange. I usually wear black, you know.” She admitted, fidgeting with her long fingers.
Aziraphale hummed. “Are you dressed? Can I have a look?”
“Yeah, c’mon.”
She made her way around the curtain, white-blond curls a welcome sight to Crowley’s anxious mind. “Oh, it looks delightful on you.”
Crowley crossed her arms awkwardly. “I- you think it’s nice?”
Aziraphale stepped forward, looking up more than she usually had to due to the heels, until they were less than half a metre apart. “Crowley, you’re gorgeous.”
She choked, her brain short-circuiting for a moment, “Aziraphale, you don’t have to say-”
Aziraphale reached up to Crowley’s shoulders, holding her for a moment, which caused Crowley to pause amidst her denial. Aziraphale pulled her down, moving a hand to cup her cheek, pulling her into a soft kiss. Crowley involuntarily made a muffled noise, and they made eye contact for a moment before Crowley leaned into it and they both closed their eyes.
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Crowley’s only thought was that Aziraphale tasted incredible. Her second thought was that she needed to wake up in Aziraphale’s arms every day for the rest of their lives or she’d surely die. Quickly following that, she pushed that thought out of her head with the fear of going ‘too fast’ for yet another partner, and reached to cup Aziraphale’s soft cheeks as they continued kissing. When Aziraphale finally pulled away with a gasp, she was smiling even wider than she had been that morning. Her cheeks were almost as pink as her flushed lips, and her pale blue eyes shone with what seemed like such love that Crowley felt her stomach churn in embarrassment. She glanced away shyly.
“Er-”
“Oh, dear. Have I done something wrong?” Aziraphale wrung her hands together, frowning.
“No!” Crowley exclaimed, “Angel, I loved it. You couldn’t tell by me kissing you back?”
Aziraphale looked down in embarrassment. “I- oh, oh dear-”
Crowley gently cupped her cheek again and tilted her head upwards slightly to plant another soft kiss on those tempting lips. “There, proof enough?”
Aziraphale giggled and looked up at her, a smile creeping across her face. “No, I’m afraid you’ll have to do much more.”
“Oh? Like court you?”
“Exactly, like a romance novel…” Aziraphale grinned dreamily.
Crowley raised her eyebrow. “I’ve been courting you!”
Aziraphale giggled and looked down, touching and tugging gently at the corset to make sure it fit alright, and Crowley found herself smiling so hard that she couldn’t hide it. Once Aziraphale was satisfied, she looked back up at Crowley with a nod.
“I don’t have to alter anything! Unless anything is uncomfortable for you, dear.”
“No, ‘s alright,” Crowley pursed her lips, choking out, “and I‘m glad. You don’t need more on your plate.”
Aziraphale walked back around the curtain and called behind her. “You really are a kind person.”
“Ngk.” Crowley sputtered, changing back into her normal clothes.
By the time she could hang the costume back up, she was certain of what she wanted to say. An involuntary noise jumped out of her throat, and Aziraphale looked up expectantly.
“Er. Would you want another, er, date? As… real-girlfriends, this time?”
Aziraphale nodded quickly, before she thought about it for a moment and frowned. “Oh, I’m afraid I have quite the full schedule, what with almost everyone but you needing alterations…”
Crowley tried not to look disappointed.
“Oh, but if you came over after rehearsal, I’ll be altering, but we could hang out, if you’d like to try to read, or we could talk while I work-”
“Sounds good. I’ll be there after rehearsal tomorrow.” She bit back a grin, excited to have planned out more time with Aziraphale.
With that, Crowley walked out, but not before winking cheekily at Aziraphale.