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Aziraphale listened politely to Mr. Brown's self-congratulatory monologue, wishing only to join Crowley at the other end of the room. He forced himself to maintain a dignified demeanor, but couldn't help but cast murderous glances in the direction of the man who was chatting with Crowley in a manner he found far too friendly.
Until he couldn't contain himself any longer.
He politely apologized to his interlocutor, pretending to need to speak to someone else, before moving toward the two men.
Crowley obviously saw him approach and couldn't keep a small smile from forming on his lips in Aziraphale's direction. Apparently, his interlocutor took this as an attempt at rapprochement, for he moved even closer to Crowley, placing a hand on his forearm.
Aziraphale joined them in three steps and, ignoring the other man, said to Crowley in his most charming tone, "Sorry to keep you waiting, my dear."
The other man exclaimed excitedly, "Ah, you're just in time, Mr. Fell, I was about to..."
"Remove your hand from my partner's arm at once, I presume," the bookseller continued with a calm demeanor and a fake friendly smile on his lips.
The man, looking puzzled, exclaimed, "What?
Aziraphale, still with the same smile on his lips, repeated between clenched teeth, "Remove your hand from my partner immediately."
The other 'man finally understood and quickly removed his hand before stammering, "Uh... I'm sorry.... I'm going... Have a nice evening."
Aziraphale followed him with a murderous stare for a few moments until the man was out of sight, when a slight chuckle caused him to turn to Crowley, who shook his head.
The bookseller raised an eyebrow, "What?"
The florist replied, still smiling, "Oh nothing, he's the new owner of the newsagent's and you really scared the poor man when all he wanted to do was talk to you. So much so that I'm the one who could have been jealous."
Aziraphale grumbled with a frown, "That's not what I saw."
Crowley put his hand on his arm and whispered so only Aziraphale could hear, "I don't blame you. Besides, you're really hot when you get possessive like that. "
Aziraphale put an arm around Crowley's waist to pull him closer and kissed his cheek gently before whispering in his ear, "Of course I get possessive when I see someone trying to take what's mine."
Crowley chuckled softly before he brought his lips close to Aziraphale's ear and replied, "For someone to steal me from you, I'd have to let them. Which isn't going to happen. "
Aziraphale didn't know if it was the whisper in his ear, Crowley's words, or both that made him shudder the most, but he decided that the shopkeepers' meeting was over for tonight.
He replied to Crowley, "Let's get our coats and go."
Crowley countered, "But this is my first shopkeepers' meeting, do you think I..."
Aziraphale shook his head, "Crowley, everyone is full of praise for you and your flower shop, so unless you want me to do something indecent in the middle of this room - which would be far more damaging to your reputation - we'll go now."
Crowley laughed lightly and took Aziraphale's hand as they made their way to the coat rack under the envious gaze of the man who had just spoken to Crowley. He realized then that he'd never had a chance with either of them. As he watched the florist help the bookseller into his coat with gestures that conveyed deep intimacy, he sighed in disappointment and went to get another drink.
Moments later, Aziraphale and Crowley walked through the bookshop door together, and no sooner had it closed than the bookseller pulled the florist toward him, pressing him against one of the columns in the center of the bookshop before capturing his lips in a fierce kiss that caught Crowley off guard.
But despite the surprise, the florist was quick to return the kiss with equal intensity as Aziraphale ran his fingers through the red hair, unraveling the bun as he pulled the florist's face even closer to deepen the kiss.
Later, when they parted slightly to catch their breath, Crowley, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, managed to say between gasps, "Hmm, I think I'll make you jealous more often if it means being kissed like this."
He didn't have time to finish before the bookseller had crushed his lips to his again for another passionate kiss. The kiss lasted until Aziraphale finally broke it, moving to pull away. But the florist would have none of it, and playfully took the bookseller's lower lip between his teeth, biting it before releasing it slowly, soothing the bite with a soft flick of his tongue.
Then they remained entwined in the middle of the bookshop for many minutes, forehead to forehead, panting until they caught their breath.
Then Crowley lifted his hand and gently stroked his thumb across Aziraphale's lips where he'd bitten and said softly, "You know you have no reason to be jealous. I'm yours, body and soul, and the one who could separate us is not yet born."
Aziraphale kissed Crowley's thumb on his lips before he replied softly, "I don't know what came over me, but seeing him put his hand on you like that. I'm... I'm sorry..."
Crowley shook his head, "Don't be. I'll be honest, I don't think I would have acted any differently if the situation were reversed."
Aziraphale replied, "Then just in case, know that I am too. Yours. Body and soul."
Crowley smiled, then slid his hand from the bookseller's cheek to the nape of his neck before leaning in to press his lips to Aziraphale's in a kiss that was devoid of the fierceness of the previous ones, but whose passion was the same, and in which each told the other, better than with words, that they belonged to each other.