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“Sherry for me please, a large one.” Aziraphale was saying. His hand pressed softly against his chest, the action itself sending electric shocks through his body that he feared for a moment he might start smoking. Crowley’s mind had gone blank, could feel the heat from his hand through the layers of his clothes, warming him from the inside out. Their neurons on fire and for a moment, Crowley wasn’t aware of their surroundings, only of Aziraphale’s chest pressed against his in the small space the pub offered to them. His eyes gleaming as he noticed the lack of seating, and foolishly hoping they would stay pressed against each other for the duration of their excursion into the establishment.
And oh, never mind, Aziraphale had waved his hand, the two occupants of the table in front of them standing up and leaving. He was quick to shove down the disappointment, approaching the bar to order Aziraphale’s sherry and a talisker for themself. He’d settle for committed the feeling to memory, to add to the ever growing database set aside in their mind that involved every touch, every caress of skin that had been shared between the two of them. When he was sloshed on laudanum with Aziraphale’s hand wrapped around his waist, holding him close before the ground opened beneath him and swallowed him whole.
Suddenly, he felt anxiety rolling off the angel, almost making him sick. They looked towards him, expecting the worst, only to be met with a man sitting down in his seat across from Aziraphale. The familiar jealousy filling him as Aziraphale met their gaze, the same one they felt whilst in the coffee shop and Nina first mentioned Gabriel, who at the time, was the naked man friend. He had been fully prepared to murder the man before he had discovered who exactly it was. He had feared the worst, that Aziraphale gave into lust and laid with someone who now thought they had some claim to his angel.
He quickly gathered their drinks, waving his hand and clearing a direct pathway to his angel. “A sherry for you and a whiskey for me...” He said, setting the drink down gently and leaning into Aziraphale as he looked at the other man with as much malice that he could muster. “Hello.” he continued, hoping the grin on his face would frighten the other man into leaving faster. Yet still he persisted. Crowley did not like him at all.
“Oh, Mr. Fell has just been telling me how much he’s looking forward to hosting our monthly street association get together.” oh, he was that annoying bugger that Aziraphale has been lamenting to him about for almost the last decade. He remembers vaguely the offer Aziraphale had made while sloshed that he would have loved to host a meeting. And then spent the next ten years dutifully avoiding the man from collecting on the offer.
Crowley returned his gaze back to Aziraphale, watching with mirth as he was quick to down the contents of his drink in a quick sip, “Ooh, you astonish me.” they said, and could see the way Aziraphale shot him a traitorous glare at the statement. The human continued to speak, but Crowley paid no mind, simply enjoying the view of Aziraphale from the height advantage they currently had. Could feel trepidation drip off him like leaves after a storm.
“See?” Aziraphale hissed, “This is why I don’t go to the pub.” he said, looking down at the rest of the contents of the glass as Crowley sat down in the vacated seat.