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“I’d have fallen for you, do you know?” Crowley said that day and Aziraphale looked up from his book catalog with an adorably cherubic expression of complete confusion on his face and Crowley took a mental picture of it to add to his own catalog that had nothing to do with books and everything to do with everything about his angel.
“Love, I thought we’d decided that we’ve both fallen for each other, haven’t we?” Azira’s expression blended to something patient and adoring and bloody hell–heaven– bloody fuck Crowley needed that one for his catalog too, so he committed it to memory just like he’d had all the others over the course of six thousand years.
“I don’t think we decided anything.” was all he said though, as if he wasn’t currently measuring the curl of one particular piece of blond hanging over a stupidly perfect ear.
“No, I suppose you’re right.” Azira conceded with a slow nod. “We never came right out and decided anything.”
They certainly hadn’t decided to live together in the aftermath of the Apocalypse that wasn’t, it had just been Azira taking up Crowley’s offer to stay the night that one time, then returning the favor by extending an invitation for the demon to sleep over after their next late dinner. One night had turned into two and turned into three and Crowley had never really decided to move his things in but Aziraphale had made room in his closet and it had just made sense to take up the room, didn’t it?
And they hadn’t decided they were dating or anything like that at all, but sometimes their hands moved together and fingers entwined as they shared dessert and they hadn’t decided to kiss that first time but oh that first time had been lovely, as had the time after that and the time after that and the time Crowley hadn’t so much as decided to use his tongue to make his angel gasp something gorgeous as he’d just done something impulsive and then reaped the benefits by way of his angel whispering things that might have been filthy if it hadn’t been a literal cherub saying them into his ear.
No, they hadn’t decided any of those sort of things, Azira was entirely correct and looked fantastically smug about it and Crowley tucked that expression aside for later as well because he adored it.
He adored his angel, he more than adored his angel and there were better words for what he felt but other words were hard to say. The one that started with L for starters. Crowley didn’t even know if he could say that word, if it wouldn’t scald his tongue and burn his eyes out, if it wasn’t a word reserved only for those still in Her good graces.
“I’d have fallen for you.” was what he said instead, sprawling low in his chair in the way he knew Azira hated, because his angel fussed and moaned about it, but those heavenly eyes always sparked as they traveled down Crowley’s body to his waist and sometimes lower even though they hadn’t decided to do that yet.
“I know you’ve fallen for me.” Aziraphale said patiently, looking in interest just like Crowley knew he would. “I know, dearest.”
“You’re not listening, angel.” Crowley took his sunglasses off because he knew Azira would listen then. “I’d have fallen for you. Back then. In the beginning. That’s what I’m saying.”
“Crowley–”
“M’saying that I would’ve jumped from Heaven’s gates myself if I’d known I could have you.” Crowley raised his voice, though it didn’t seem the time to be almost shouting, but his angel needed to understand. “Falling was never worth it until you, and I would’ve fallen sooner if I could’ve had you sooner. I’d have fallen for you, only for you, just for you, way back at the beginning.”
“I see.” Azira put his book catalog down and crossed to the couch, squeezing himself into the tiny space left around Crowley’s graceless lounging. “I love you, you know.”
“We haven’t decided to say that.” Crowley’s eyes widened, dilated. “We haven’t decided–”
“I love you.” Azira repeated softly. “Very, very much.”
“And I’d have fallen for you.” Crowley said just as softly. “Just for you.”
“We’re a right pair, aren’t we?”
“Oh, are you deciding we’re a pair now?”
Whatever Aziraphale would have said in return was muffled beneath a kiss packed full of longing and adoration, his arms suddenly full of too long limbs and the always shocking but never unwelcome weight of a grasping grabby demon on his lap.
“And what was that for?” Azira gasped when Crowley finally let him up for air neither of them needed. “I wasn’t aware we’d decided to simply snog anytime the mood takes us.”
“Don’t say snog, it’s a terrible fuckin’ word.” Crowley said plainly, and pinched his angel’s thigh when Azira gasped again. “And I’ll have you know, I’ve decided the look on your face when I sass you is a work of art and I’m going to endeavor to see it as often as I can.”
“Oh you’ve decided, have you?”
“I most certainly have.” Crowley kissed him again, as soft and sweet as he could manage. “Decided that and about a hundred other things concerning you, my angel.”
“I can’t wait to hear them all.”