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It took about an hour and a half until they reached their destination, Aziraphale thought of perhaps suggesting that a small miracle of getting them to their destination in seconds would be appropriate, but he decided better than not. Crowley enjoyed driving and being in his company was always a pleasure, and there was a beauty in seeing the city slowly being replaced by towns and fields, and more recently the distant sea of South Downs.
“So are we going to have a beach picnic? Is that the surprise? ”Aziraphale asked excitedly.
“We can have a picnic later if you want, but that's not the surprise.”
"But are we going to arrive soon or will it take more time?"
"We are almost there Angel."
About five minutes later Crowley finally parked the Bentley in front of a cottage with a lovely garden full of lilies and roses.
“Are we going to stay for the weekend?” Aziraphale
"Yes."
"Oh I love it, is it just for us or are we going to have to share it with other people?"
"Do I look like someone who would share?"
“You share your stuff with me all the time.”
"It's different with you ... so did you really like it?"
"Yes, you chose very wel." Aziraphale said and kissed him on the cheek.
“Good, because I didn't rent it, I bought it. Well technically bought it, no money changed hands, but you get it.”
“Your house is absolutely lovely.”
Crowley looked at him for a few seconds in silence and then said:
"I was thinking it could be ours if you want to, of course."
"You bought us a house?"
“Technically it's a cottage. And I didn't buy it technically. I was thinking we could come here when city life gets boring. There are two bedrooms, the top one I thought was ours, the bottom one I put some shelves, I thought it could be a personal library for you. ”
“It really would be nice to have a place to keep my most valuable books away from those people who want to take them away.”
“The nerve, people wanting to buy books in a bookstore.”
“I will ignore the sarcasm. Also a cottage counts as a house.”
"If you say so Angel."
Aziraphale took Crowley's hands in his and said:
“Let's go home.”
And their hands were still together when they entered the cottage.