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“You mean like-” Crowley leaned forward in his seat. “a sudden rainstorm. Forces them together beneath a canopy. They look into each other’s eyes- and realize they were made for each other.”
“Sounds a bit unlikely.”
“No no no. No. Get humans wet and staring into each other’s eyes. Vavoom! Sorted.”
Aziraphale did that thing with his face again. The sceptical, not-quite, Crowley one. Crowley didn’t like it.
“I was thinking something more traditional. Ahm. A ball. You know? With candles and… and an orchestra and dancing?”
Crowley must have done a thing too, because the angel clicked his tounge impatiently before he continued. “Jane Austen? You know- people gather, do some formal dancing and realize they had misunderstood each other and were actually, deeply in love.”
“Now that sounds unlikely.” The angel looked a bit sheepish. Crowley sighed. “You serious? It´s not the 1700s anymore, Angel. You can’t really think Jane Austen will make Nina and Maggie, two humans born this century, fall in love.”
“I rather do think that it will.”
Crowley leaned over the table as far as he could, long fingers slowly pushing his sunglasses down on his nose. Yellow eyes looked over the rim, fixed on Aziraphales blue ones.
“Rainstorm.”, the demon said in a way he hoped was very dramatic. „Gets them everytime.“
“Ball.”, the angel answered, unfazed.
“Rainstorm.”
“Ball.”
“Oh, come on, angel!” Crowley threw his hands in the air as he leaned back.
“I just… don’t quite believe that getting them wet and close will do this whole situation any good, my dear.”
“Alright.”, Crowley said, before drowning his drink in one go. He’s had enough. It has been a really, really long day, with an apparently amnesiac Gabriel turning up in the bookshop and the fact that the one time they do ONE tiny miracle together -to help said Gabriel- is now biting them back in the ass. Crowley just didn’t have the nerve to argue anymore. So he stood up smoothly, taking Aziraphales hand in the process and led them out on the street.
“Ah- Crowley…! What are you doing?”
“Proving a point!” the demon said, stopping them a little further down the pup. He stared up in the clouds and concentrated.
It was a rather sunny and lovely day.
“Why are you angry at the clouds for, now?”
“Shush!” Aziraphale did stay silent after that as Crowley concentrated again, eyes squinted in a deep stare. He has always wanted to do weather.
The angel’s eyes were staring at him as dark clouds began to form on the horizon, expanding fast. Hah.
“Oh. You-”, Aziraphale started, but the first raindrops were already falling down. “You silly, old-”
It didn‘t even take another minute to be a literal downpour, the humans around them got busy getting themselves to safety, confused about the sudden change in weather.
Crowley grinned, rain streaming down his face, as he tugged on Aziraphales hand. “Come on, angel!”
“Oh, you-!” And then they were both running through the rain, their feet splashing through the growing puddles on the street.
The next canopy was miraculously unoccupied as they stumbled under the small, dry place. Crowley let go of his angel’s hand. Said Angel was thoroughly soaked now, he looked as wet as Crowley felt, too. White curls clinging to his face, even as he smoothed them back and tried to get the water out of his eyes. Cute.
“Crowley, my coat…! It’s all wet now. Oh, dear.”
Not quite there yet, Crowley thought, as he waisted no time and closed the distance between them. Aziraphale’s blue eyes widened as he felt the demon suddenly getting close, their chests almost touching. Crowley took off his sunglasses, locking eyes with the angel. Get them wet and staring into each other’s eyes. Makes them realize they are made for each other…
“Crowley…”
Aziraphle looked back at him, his beautiful blue eyes lit up in wonder. Crowleys stared back and his breath hitched for a second as he felt the world slowly stopping around them. The sound of the still pouring rain turning silent as he just stood there, staring into Aziraphales eyes. He wanted to touch him, hold him until the end of existence itself. His heart picked up in speed as his very soul was basically lit up with love. He wanted Aziraphale. He wanted Aziraphale. It suddendly got very hot, his body felt like it would slowly overheat.
This close, he could see everything, every strand of white hair, clinging to Aziraphales face, every drop that was running down to his chin, the soft lips that now formed the tiniest, little O. He felt every shaking breath his angel took as it was his own and- he saw his whole universe in Aziraphales eyes. As he did since the very beginning. His throath tightended as a wave of emotions hit him like a truck. Okay shit, Crowley might have not thought this through to the end. Talk about being impulsive. And talk about give or take six thousand years of yearning and keeping your hands strictly to yourself.
“Ah-” Crowley stepped back like he was being burned, cheeks flaming hot as he tried to gather himself again. Almost fucked that one up. He cleared his throat and turned around, watching the rain continuing to fall. Which was definitely a safe thing to look at right now.
“Well- you see? Rainstorm. Boom. Magic. I mean- That’s how it would go. Told ya, Angel. This is absolutely the way to- It’s foolproof really. I mean you see now that it- it-” He cleared his throat again. Dammit. “I mean maybe you do. Thing is, I had a point here and-”
The next thing Crowley feels is a strong grip on his shoulder, his earthly body being turned around again and then pushed back until his back hit the wall, hard. A very surprised (and very demonic, thank you) yelp left his mouth as Aziraphale pressed into him from the chest down, and then – without any further warning – the angels lips met his, desperate, eager and fuck.
Crowley kissed back immediately, of course he did, and then Aziraphale opened his mouth against his and Crowley just melts right there against the wall, yellow eyes fluttering shut. It felt like... everything, and eternity.
His hands went up and long fingers tangled into white curls, tugging hard as their lips moved together. Aziraphale moaned silently into Crowleys mouth and the demon was just done right there, all the fondness and affection and love of the last six thousand years came bubbling to the surface like an explosion of fireworks. He groans back, and felt Aziraphale flicking his tounge along his bottom lip, then down and down and as Aziraphale started basically ravishing his neck (when did his Angel get so pushy? Shit-), Crowleys head fell back against the wall. He shifted his stance and one of his long legs found his way between the Angel‘s thighs. Aziraphale made a noise that was downright unholy and oh, Crowley would never forget that one for the rest of his very existence.
The Angel‘s shaking hands gripping his shoulders wandered down to his chest as Aziraphale started moving his hips, slowly, against Crowleys leg and fuck, yes- if Crowley wasn‘t already gone for the angel, the sight of him right now would have certainly done the trick.
Aziraphale never looked as beautiful as in this moment and Crowley almost told him such- as a sudden ripping noise cut through the soft rain. They didn’t get any further warning as the canopy above them gave in to the heavy amount of water and a crashing wave soaked them both to the very core.
“Oh, god.“
“Ah…”
Blue eyes met yellow ones and they both started giggling at the same time. After a while, they were full out laughing.
“Well, that was quite…” Aziraphale tried, when they calmed down.
“Tough, Angel. Told you the rainstorm works.” Crowley couldn’t stop the devilish grin that formed on his face as he licked his lips and took Aziraphales hands. “Come on, let’s go somewhere more… dry.”
“And private?”
“That, too.”
Made for each other… I think we might just be.
Outside, the sun started to peak through the clouds as they walked back to the bookstore hand in hand.
“Ah. There’s still an archangel in your bookshop.” Crowley said, as they stopped at the door.
“You’re right. There rather is. Well, then let‘s sort this out first, and quickly.”
„By making it rain again later, so Nina and Maggie get stuck under a canopy.”
“No, we‘re still doing the ball.”
“What? I do have proof that the rain thing works!”
“Ball.”
“Rainstorm!“
Crowley was never more happy in his life.