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It all began with the end of the world that didn’t happen. An angel and a demon sat together in the demons flat, wine was being purred and they talked about things that neither of them thought would ever happen. Feelings.
«You know…I never thought I would tell you this…» Crowley drained his wine, the alcohol made this easier for him. «I…think I love you» he finally said, quietly. He was afraid, all his fears came crashing down on him. «We`re not friends! », «I don’t even like you! », «You go too fast form me…» he heard his angel say again, his body shaking.
Aziraphale starred at him in disbelieve. He felt free and at peace, heaven couldn’t get to him anymore and because of that, he didn’t wait long. He grabbed Crowley firmly and pulled him towards him, pressing his lips on the demons. Said demon had stopped breathing, eyes wide and shocked. But that didn’t last long, soon he closed those golden eyes and felt like he was falling again, but instead in a lake of solver, he landed on his angel’s love. Aziraphale breathed heavy and pulled away, just slightly. «I love you too» he whispered and pulled the demon on top of him, kissing him deeper and letting his hands rest on Crowley’s waist. Crowley himself has lost all coherent thought. It was just himself and his love, the most beautiful angel, his Aziraphale.
One lead to the other and the two united their bodies. Making love, Crowley hated how it sounded, a demon wasn’t supposed to love after all, but any other word for their actions siemens invalid. His angel this close to him, his at last. Crowley didn’t think his joy could get even better, but then again, he didn’t know what the future held, neither did Aziraphale. But one thing they knew for certain: They won’t let anyone separate them ever again, neither hell nor heaven.
After, they laid together, not an inch between them. Crowley held Aziraphale in his arms and gently let his hands run up and down the angels back. Aziraphale shivered and let out a sigh, he could still feel the pleasure from before as he slowly settled himself against his love. «D`you wanna sleep, angel? » Crowley asked, not stopping his movement. «It’s ridiculous…I don’t even need sleep» the angel laughed quietly and rubbed his eyes: «Yet…I still feel tired…would you lay here with me my…love? ». Crowley couldn’t stop smiling and kissed Aziraphales hair: «Of course, angel, anything for you».
They slept long, the warmth of each other felt so welcoming, felt like home. While they slept, not knowing what was yet to come, a little light began to form inside Aziraphale. A heartbeat, Aziraphale could feel it in his dreams and didn’t think anything of it. It felt nice, after all. When they woke up at last, they went about their day, but it was different now. Better.
While they were busy looking after a bookshop and houseplants, the light inside Aziraphale grew, slowly. None of them thought much about it, was probably just their combined love for each other showing itself on the being of love himself.
But soon, they had to think about it.