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"Aren't you too cold, dear?"
Aziraphale turned his head toward Crowley, his head barely sticking out of the blanket they were both wrapped in.
Crowley replied in a slightly annoyed tone, "Remind me again why we're here, Angel?"
They were sitting on the edge of the bookstore roof in the middle of the night. They had been enjoying a cozy evening on the bookshop couch when suddenly Aziraphale had stood up, tucked a blanket under his arm, and simply said, "Come with me."
He hadn't wanted to say anything, arguing that it was a surprise.
Which he now repeated to Crowley: "I told you, it's a surprise. Just a little more patience, I promise you it'll be worth it."
There was something in the angel's gaze that intrigued the demon. A kind of innocent excitement.
Crowley curled up against him under the blanket and said, "I'll be patient because you are. But you'd better make it worth my while to sacrifice the cozy, warm comforts of our couch."
Aziraphale laughed softly and wrapped his arm around Crowley, holding him close, then said, "I promise. In less than half an hour..."
They remained in silence for a few moments, when suddenly Crowley said quietly, "It's amazing how clear the sky is when it's been cloudy all day. So many stars..."
As the demon said this, his eyes raised to the starry sky, he didn't see Aziraphale's small, satisfied smile. He began pointing to the sky and describing the constellations.
As always, Aziraphale was delighted to see him so enthusiastic and passionate. Crowley had straightened up and the blanket had slipped from his shoulders, but he was so engrossed in contemplating the sky that he didn't even notice.
Knowing the moment was near, Aziraphale discreetly glanced at his pocket watch, all the more excited about the surprise he was about to give Crowley.
Suddenly, the demon exclaimed, "Angel! Look!"
Aziraphale turned to face the demon, almost certain he knew the reason for the exclamation. He followed Crowley's point with his eyes and had just enough time to see a streak of light followed by another in the sky.
"Oh, there's more!"
The demon pointed to another corner of the sky.
Aziraphale replied quietly, "I know, this is what I've been waiting for."
Crowley studied him for a few seconds, and Aziraphale saw the moment of realization.
Crowley said quietly, "The Orionids..."
Then, confused, he asked Aziraphale, "Angel, how..."
"I mean, the sky was supposed to be cloudy."
Aziraphale nudged his shoulder and said gently, "You're not the only one who can affect the weather. You can make it rain, I can clear some clouds for you."
Crowley leaned against him and asked curiously, "But how did you know? I didn't even tell you."
"Well, there's a nosy little bee who regularly attends your sessions at the planetarium. She told me she heard you talking about it and that you seemed disappointed that you couldn't watch it."
Crowley put his arm around the angel's shoulders and pulled him along as he lay on his back.
"We'll see more of it that way."
He drew the blanket over them, and it was only a matter of seconds before three streaks of light again crossed the sky above them.
Crowley began to explain passionately, "Meteor showers are usually associated with comets, Angel. When a comet orbits the sun, it releases dust. Every year, the Earth passes through these dust streams, and as a result, the number of observed meteor trails increases. That's what we're looking at right now. A kind of shower of shooting stars".
Another streak of light crossed the sky, and Aziraphale exclaimed, "They're so beautiful!"
A shower of shooting stars.
These words echoed in Aziraphale's mind.
The angel knew of this lovely human tradition of making a wish when one sees a shooting star.
I wish...
What could he wish for?
What else could he hope for that he didn't already have?
He turned his head to look at Crowley's profile. His face lit by his happy smile. His enthusiasm. His joy.
I wish...
He called softly, "Crowley...
Crowley, his face still beaming with a smile, turned to Aziraphale and raised a questioning eyebrow, "Hm?"
The angel realized at that moment that he had absolutely nothing to wish for. The moment was perfect, and without his being able to stop it, the words came out of his mouth.
"I love you."
Crowley just smiled and said in a slightly amused tone, "How romantic, Angel, declaring your love to me under a shower of stars. The perfect Vavoom moment, even better than under a rain-drenched awning."
They both laughed softly, then Aziraphale's face turned serious again and he said gently, "I wanted to do this tonight to say thank you. Thank you for never giving up on me, for always patiently waiting for me to open my eyes, for always tickling me and pushing me out of my comfort zone."
He reached forward to intertwine their fingers, and turning a little more toward Crowley, he continued softly, "Just before, when I saw those shooting stars, I was wondering what wish I was going to make, but I realized I didn't have one, because in this moment, I am fulfilled."
Crowley turned to him, too, and bringing his face close to the angel's, he replied, "You are all I could have wished for, too, Angel.
Then he closed the distance between them and kissed him tenderly until Aziraphale gently pushed him away, saying with a smile on his face, "We're here for the stars, so let's enjoy the show."
Crowley planted a light kiss on his lips before settling back on his back with Aziraphale against him. His face turned skyward, he said softly, "Thank you, Angel. This is the best date we have ever had. No need for fancy restaurants and good wine or even good music. Just you and me under the stars, like in the beginning."
Aziraphale laughed lightly as new streaks of light brightened the sky.
Crowley murmured in wonder, "Gorgeous."
Aziraphale nodded and replied, "You're right, it is magical."
But suddenly the demon's voice whispered in his ear, "No, not the stars. You, Angel, you're beautiful."
Aziraphale, always a little embarrassed when Crowley complimented him like that, nudged him and replied, "Now look at your precious stars."
Crowley shook his head and replied, "I am looking at my most precious star."
He planted a long kiss on the angel's temple, preventing him from protesting, before turning to look at the sky.
For a long time they gazed at the sky in each other's arms.
Just for its beauty.
Because, no matter how many shooting stars there were, they had nothing to wish for, for each was what the other wished for.