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Aziraphale had what he would describe as a timeless sense of fashion, or at least it was his much-repeated response whenever someone, or more precise a certain demon, questioned the appropriateness of wearing a formal three-piece suit out on the town or at the beach or to bed.
Of course, Aziraphale never let such complaints change his habits, after all it was a rather dashing suit and in his opinion no person was ever offended by someone being over-dressed. But even he had to admit sometimes it would be nice to be a bit more…modern.
It was while observing a young man wearing a particularly revealing netted shirt at an obnoxiously loud club that Aziraphale let his thoughts slip to Crowley.
“I think that perhaps I need to revamp my style a bit, jazz it up as the kids say!”
Crowley, lowering his glasses to reveal his yellow eyes, followed the angel’s line of sight and chuckled. A low, devious sound that caused Aziraphale to meet Crowley’s drunken gaze from his side of the couch “It would suit you; I would be more than happy to take you out to a couple of shops I know. Of course, most of them come with matching nipple stickers and thong”.
A deep blush rose from Aziraphale’s cheeks to his ears as his voice cracked “Oh no! Not that sort of…style. It’s bit too… jazzy” Gesturing with his hands chaotically in his panic “No, I was thinking something more like a pop of colour… perhaps a new tie… maybe a pin?”
Crowley smiled, revealing his pointed canines as he leaned his head backwards onto Aziraphale’s shoulder. “How very adventurous, you sure it would be appropriate around the children?” Turning his head, he pressed his nose against Aziraphale’s collar, if Aziraphale didn’t know better he would have sworn he heard Crowley take a deep inhale as if scenting him but that would be ridiculous. It was hard not to be distracted by the tingling of warm breath on his neck, the weight of Crowley’s head causing Aziraphale’s heart to beat at an unhealthy speed. Aziraphale swallowed, voice shaking ever so slightly.
“Perhaps some new shoes, blue suede seems to be very up and coming, I could get a nice matching bow tie!” Aziraphale wheezed, praying that Crowley couldn’t hear the pounding through his shoulder.
Crowley tilted his head slightly and hummed, a little smile forming on his lips which he would certainly deny later. “A bow tie sounds nice…”
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From then on it became a weekly occurrence for Aziraphale to find himself adding to his growing collection of bow ties, much of which the odder additions were due to Crowley. One in particular, a bright sky blue with silvery white butterflies, was a favorite of his to wear on most occasions, even wearing it to bed most nights, though he never spoke of it.
It was gifted to him by Crowley while sitting in the park, boxed and wrapped in tissue paper. Aziraphale beamed as the demon frowned at him from behind his sunglasses “Figured this would start you on the road of ‘jazzing it up’” His fingers theatrically making air quotes as he held the box. “Bit angelic but figured that would be right up your alley”.
Running his fingers over the embroided butterflies, Aziraphale almost cooed. It was perfect. “Oh, how divine” Crowley visibly winced at that word, causing the blonde to backtrack “I mean lovely, would you… tie it for me, I don’t have a mirror on me, and you are more in touch with the modern way to tie a bow.”
Not that there was a modern way to tie a bow tie, in fact bow ties were as in fashion as top hats and canes but Aziraphale didn’t need to know that and certainly Crowley would never tell him, not if it meant he could be a little closer to his angel without the excuse of alcohol.
Crowley flipped Aziraphales collar up, running his thumb around the rim to keep it straight, the grazing of his nail along the back of his neck causing the angel to shiver. Crowley tilted his head down, his yellow eyes peeking out from behind his glasses, working the tie into a delicate knot.
Sometimes Aziraphale wished he could freeze time, perhaps reach out a hand, take off those damn glasses and pull that sharp, sinfully beautiful face close so he could gaze into those glowing orbs. The very idea of running his hand over those pointed cheekbones or that soft nose and lips trailing a warm path down his neck…
“And done!”
Aziraphale twitched, Crowley smirking at his work, oblivious to the angel’s truly sinful thoughts. Oh, if heaven could hear his thoughts he would have burned in hellfire, then and there.
“Ah yes!! Marvelous!! Well, I must be getting to my bookshop, those books that arrived need to be organized and catalogued. See you around then, hope you have a tickedy boo afternoon!”
A confused Crowley could do nothing but watch as Aziraphale almost power walked over a duck in his rush home, apologizing as the creature honked in offense.
“Tickedy boo?”