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Aziraphale and Crowley couldn’t help but stare at each other. This morning they couldn’t help but think that the other looked particularly dashing, Aziraphale with her rosy cheeks and Crowley with her long red hair that seemed to sparkle with the sunlight that peaked through the bookshops windows.
The spell was only broken when Aziraphale remembered what she was supposed to be telling her demon. “I-”
Crowley, having had the same train of thoughts also started, “Aziraphale.”
Both fell into laughter as they stared the other in the eyes, Crowley breaking the spell, “You talk first, I ramble too much.”
“Thank you.” Aziraphale couldn’t help but slightly blush, pulling on her bowtie. “I have some disbelievable news, the Metatron wishes for me to take over Gabriel’s position as supreme archangel. He said-”
“Mm,” Crowley tried to stifle a groan, the temptation to reach for her sunglasses becoming more overwhelming.
Aziraphale frowned as she looked to Crowley, noticing the increasing lines of tension on her face, “He said he could restore your position. That you and I could both be angels.”
Crowley felt her heart stop, if that was even possible for this corporation. The next moment would either be a betrayal or something, just something that could lead to their future. “You told him no, right?”
Aziraphale was silent for a minute, Crowley in her ever assuming way took it to mean the first option, before her angel smiled slightly, “Of course. I don’t need you to be an angel, I don’t need you to be anyone, I just need you to be my Crowley. The one that showed me the stars, the one that always asks too many questions in the best of ways, the one who has always been by my side no matter what Heaven or Hell has thrown at the world, at us.”
“Aziraphale.” Crowley started, before clearing her throat, correcting herself. “If Gabriel and Beelzebub can do what they did, why can’t we? We can be us.”
“Crowley, my dear. I think you missed what I said.” Aziraphale giggled in an impossibly angelic way. “We’re not like Gabriel and Beezlebub, but we can always still be us.”
“That’s good.” Crowley managed to choke out, suddenly feeling her stomach begin to tingle in a fit of nervousness. “We should, um-”
“We should, what?” Aziraphale raised a brow, she couldn’t help but swoon over Crowley’s nature. “You know, I like to think we know each other better than them.”
Crowley felt her nerves wash away. She came to a realization, this was Aziraphale. The one that she had been too stupid to see the mutual feeling with until just now. “I suppose eons does that.”
Aziraphale moved closer, her hand finding its way to Crowley’s waist, “Should we?”
Crowley managed to breath out a simple response of, “Yes.” Her eyes finding Aziraphale’s lips and refusing to move away.
It was nothing like the two of them had ever experienced before as they kissed. Something new, exciting in all the right ways, equally full of passion from them both. It didn’t matter who had realized first, it didn’t matter what sides they had first belonged to. The only thing that mattered in the moment for both the angel and demon was that they were themselves, and neither of them would ever risk changing the other, no matter how good a promised it seemed because they loved each other for who they were, faults and all.
Both pulled away smiling, refusing to move besides laying their heads together. Thoughts running equally ramped through them both, but none were bad only content after so many years of yearning and realization.
“That was out of the blue for you, angel.” Crowley finally spoke, her black painted nails reaching up to trace Aziraphale’s cheek.
Aziraphale shivered as she blushed, “I suppose my feelings towards you are rather clear now.”
Crowley was ready, moving her hand to brush a white curl away from Aziraphale’s face, she decided to let the truth out since the waters had been tested. “I love all of you, all of your faults, your quirks, the little things you do that drive me mad. You’re beautiful every time I lay my eyes on you, you’re more heavenly than all the other angels and God herself.”
She noticed that Aziraphale had started to tear up, she would be lying if she said that she wasn’t doing the same, Aziraphale’s voice softened as she spoke, “Oh, Crowley.”
A lovesick smile was painted on Aziraphale’s face as she took in her demon's confessing words. She decided it to be a perfect moment to confess her own inner thoughts, “In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”
Crowley broke their contact to shake her head, grinning pointedly, “Was that a bloody Austen quote?”
“I knew you read!” Aziraphale exclaimed excitedly, leaning in to kiss Crowley quickly, pulling away before she could return the affection, leaving her breathless. “We really need to hold a proper ball, you know. We can invite all the shopkeepers once again! Maybe even Jim and Beezlebub!”
“Jim? You’re not still calling Gabriel that are you?” Crowley moved towards the couch, catching Aziraphale’s hand with her own, pulling her as she dramatically fell down on it. “He’s a righteous dick, we don’t need to invite him to anything.”
Aziraphale frowned slightly, as she laid against Crowley on the couch, her head resting on Crowley’s leather clad legs, “We might need him, we never know what Heaven and Hell could be up too.”
“Oh, enough of that for now angel.” Crowley hissed, looking down at Aziraphale, blushing ever so slightly as she realized just how gorgeous she truly was, she had said it earlier but words couldn’t properly exclaim. “We need to celebrate.”
“Shall I make a reservation at the Ritz?” Aziraphale looked up hopefully at her love, miracle already on her mind. “I believe they just got in a dashing new vintage wine, I’ve been dying to try.”
“You know me so well, Aziraphale.” Crpwley teased, snapping her fingers as a bottle appeared, that just so happened to be the newest import from the Ritz, miraculously no one would notice it to be gone. “But first, we should celebrate here.”
“It is rather fitting.” Aziraphale hummed, getting up from the demons grasp, to retrieve a set of wine glasses from below her desk. Crowley gracefully poured the wine as the glasses were set on the table in front of them. A record, definitely not by an angels doing, found it’s way onto the record machine, playing none other than a Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square in the background of the bookshop.
“A toast.” Crowley held up her glass in the air, Aziraphale clinking hers against it, not caring about the little wine that spilled over the edge onto the carpet. Everything was good enough not to give a damn. “To us. This bookshop, and Heaven and Hell being the worse intrusions of them all.”
Aziraphale heart swirled before she added her own part, “To us. Your new home here, and to our future.”
Crowley was wide eyed as she took her first sip of the wine, “New home, here?”
Azirphale grinned behind her glass, freely giving into admiring the demon’s shocked face, “I thought it was obvious, my love. The company in the name has to stand for someone.”