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Crowley didn't so much walk as saunter. He had sauntered vaguely downward into hell and he sauntered now through St. James park. His thin designer t-shirt clung to his slender torso and the black leather jacket he wore over it was thin and did nothing to shelter him for the chill afternoon breeze. Crowley was in his man-shaped form, but carried something of the snake about him, not least of all his reptilian aversion to cold. He clung to a thin paper cup of quad shot espresso for its warmth as he sauntered beside Aziraphale. Why they had left the warm café they had been cozily nested in to feed the ducks Crowley couldn't fathom aside from the fact that the idea had been Aziraphale's and had therefore put a smile onto his angelic, pale, rosebud lips. Crowley had rolled his eyes behind his fashionable sunglasses and had followed him out to where he found himself now, half miserable with cold.
Aziraphale smiled out at the park in general, and sensing the slightly shivering Crowley beside him, he tucked his arm under Crowley's which was shoved into his skinny black denim pockets. The warmth felt good. It radiated from the angel beyond where their arms touched and Crowley felt the whole right side of him melt while the other side remained stubbornly frigid. Aziraphale's cup of cocoa steamed from the opening of the lid and Crowley wondered if it weren't the warmth of the angel's hand keeping it hot as his own cup of espresso was quickly cooling.
Together they walked up to a bench in front of the pond. It wasn't a bench so much as their bench, and at present two teenagers sat suctioned together at the mouth.
"Oi!" Shouted Crowley, glaring at them dangerously from behind his sunglasses. The two teenagers broke apart looking a little shocked as they rose from the bench and walked off much the same as Crowley and Aziraphale had walked up—one of the girl's arms wrapped around the boy's. The sight made Crowley curious as he looked down at Aziraphale's hand grasping his arm. He wondered if they didn't look like a couple themselves and he smiled at the thought giving a faint but pleasurable laugh.
"What is it my dear?" Smiled Aziraphale.
"Nothing Angel."
"You know you really ought to have let them have the bench.”
"Why? It's our bench. They can find their own bench."
"The two of them are so much in love," smiled Aziraphale, radiating a warm glow.
"Hey Angel, your halo is showing," said Crowley, tapping him on the shoulder. Crowley was seated in his usual casual, lounging way, his arm along the back of the bench against which Aziraphale's back rested.
"Oh! Oh dear," said the angel embarrassed and dimming the glow above his platinum blond curls.
"And that wasn't love Angel, that was lusssst," whispered Crowley into his ear, his slim forked tongue flickering dangerously close. Then Crowley smiled as he took a sip at his espresso. "Did you see them? They were practically eating each other's faces. Not enough practice."
"Not enough practice with what?" Asked the angel.
"With kissing," smirked Crowley, "among other things."
"Well," said Aziraphale clearing his throat, "whatever it was it was most definitely love."
"Say what you will, she'll be pregnant within a fortnight," he shrugged.
"Crowley! You wouldn't," tutted Aziraphale.
"Not my fault. Condom manufacturing quality is at an all-time low."
"You didn't," said the angel scandalized.
"Alright, maybe it's a little bit my fault," his mouth curled at one corner into a mischievous smile.
"I ought to thwart you," scowled Aziraphale.
"You'd like that wouldn't you, dirty little angel," said Crowley with a suggestive smile.
Aziraphale skipped a faint blush and went full pink in the cheeks.
"Fine then, they'll get married as soon as she discovers she's pregnant," he said, nodding well pleased with himself.
"All well and good until he gets a look at her best friend," he said, shaking his head.
"What about it?"
"Let's just say he'll be getting in a little more practice, if you know what I mean."
"Crowley you're incorrigible. How am I to thwart when you are always wiling one step ahead of me? We have an agreement after all," he said pointedly.
"Fine. We'll bargain at a happy polyamorous arrangement."
Aziraphale smiled and patted Crowley on the thigh, "good!"
"Not good. Aren't your kind into that monogamy sort of thing?"
"Well Crowley, times have changed. And love is after all love," he mused dreamily.
Crowley frowned. "You know, if your side grows any more progressive I'm going to have to take to doing more than malfunctioning condoms."
"Don't worry Crowley, there is plenty of evil for you to commit."
"Well, I can think of one thing," smiled Crowley suggestively.
"What's that dear?"
"What do you say Angel, are you in the mood for a little coq?"
"Crowley!" Said Aziraphale scandalized.
"I was talking about some coq au vin at that little bistro that just opened up," he laughed.
Aziraphale's cheeks blushed well beyond the gentle pink hue from the cold.
"Come on, you dirty little Angel," Crowley smirked, standing from the bench and taking Aziraphale's hand in his, relishing the thought of how it looked.