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2023-08-02
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How To Land A Kiss

Summary:

An extension of the Wall Scene that I wrote after watching the show the first time last month

Notes:

so this was truly my first fic for Good Omens, not the rage that I posted a few days ago... but alas, we saw which came first.

This is unbeta'd so forgive any of the hot mess.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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"Y'know Crowley, I've always said that deep down you're a ni--" Before Aziraphale can finish the sentence, Crowley grabs his collar and pushes him against the wall.

He's spitting words, a fire in his voice that should scare Aziraphale but instead, all his brain comes up with is 'close... close... kiss me... fuck he's close...'. His gaze drops from Crowley's shades to his lips and before he realizes what's happened, a woman is standing mutely in the hallway.

"You didn't have to do that." he huffs, adjusting his bowtie and vest.

"Oh, of course, of course.... excuse me, ma'am, we're two supernatural entities looking for the notorious son of Ssssatan, would you mind helping us with our enquiries?"

Aziraphale rolls his eyes, politely asking the nun about the records the convent used to keep. Crowley growls, anger still radiating off his thin form. They sigh and Aziraphale releases the nun from the miracle's grasp.

Before the demon can get too far away, Aziraphale grabs his silver necktie and pulls him close. "Before we go anywhere, I want to show you something."

"Angel?"

The angel in question smirks as his fingers twist the necklace as though to tighten it.

"This is how you pin someone to a wall, my dear." He purrs, and the sound of it makes the blood in Crowley's veins run cold. (Well, colder than it would for a snake.) With a single push Crowley's back connects with a wall, "And to make your point, you want to make sure that your adversary can't think straight. The best way to do that, my dear?"

Before the demon can reply, Aziraphale presses a kiss to Crowley's lips. He pulls away before the other can kiss back, and continues walking down the hallway.

When he doesn't hear the demon's heels following behind, he turns and sees him leaning against the wall where he left him. "Oh, honestly, my dear. If you wanted a real kiss you could just ask. But before then, we have an antichrist to find. So it would do us nicely if we'd get a bit of a wiggle on."

Crowley can't help the reddening of his cheeks. What the Heaven was that angel doing to him?

Notes:

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