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“Oh, Crowley, please! You never want to dance with me!” “Angel, I don’t know if you’re blind but I don’t dance! WE.. don’t dance!” , Crowley was pacing around his angels bookshop as Aziraphale was setting up an old antique record player, he thought this would be the perfect time to “test” it, and by testing, Crowley knew he meant finding the opportunity (and excuse) to dance with the demon.
“You can’t just say you don’t dance when you’ve never tried it!” , “Even if I could, Angel, It would look terrible” , Crowley sits down on a nearby chair , near Aziraphales desk, the angel slightly groaned, pouting a bit even.
Crowley didn’t bother looking at him, as much as he showed outside how much he hated dancing , the thought of dancing with Aziraphale made him feel .. well, he didn’t really know.
Aziraphale approached Crowley on his chair , with the demon looking up at him through his funny shades , he saw how much Aziraphale wanted.. no, needed this. The begging in his face, the pining , his eyes said more than what his expression was saying. Oh Satan, he can *never* say no to that angelic face of his.
With a giant sigh, Crowley stood up, Aziraphale moving a bit backwards to give eachother space, the demon looked at him , with a few seconds of silence , “Fine. What have you got for us tonight?”
Aziraphale smiled and almost jumped in joy before collecting himself quickly and rushing to a corner of his bookshop, shuffling through a little box of records before giddily picking the one of his choosing, bringing it over to the record player, taking it out of its careful packaging and setting it up on the player.
As he finished up and got it ready to go, he quickly rushed to Crowley, whom was standing in the middle of the shop, watching him as he rushed to him quickly. “So.. how does this go?“, Aziraphale smiled wide and looked at eachother “Well, firstly, we must have our hands in place”, “Wh-Whot do you mean.. in place?”
Crowley’s tone sounded extremely confused , until he saw Aziraphale place Crowley’s hands on the angels waist, making the other’s heart skip a beat.. well, whatever demons have as a heart. Aziraphale then placed his hands on Crowley’s neck, right as the music started playing , Crowley saw how much his angel was smiling wide, oh. Ohh. Crowley can’t believe he was tricked into this.
As the music continued, Aziraphale, of course, took lead in the moving each other side to side as the music filled their ears, the demon was mainly focused on where his own hands were placed, he could barely focus, he felt his chest thump and thump rapidly as they swayed side to side, Crowley didn’t even notice how much Aziraphale was staring right into his eyes, eventually, he snapped back into reality.
”Never thought that you would be, standing here so close to me”
“When you said.. “dancing”.. I thought you meant, actual *dancing*, angel. Not this.. sappy, lovey .. dovey .. icky..”, “yet, you fell right into my little trick” , Aziraphale seemed to giggle, Crowley seemed to blush lightly from his comment , what a slippery little.., he couldn’t be mad, there was something in the back of his mind telling him he loved every moment of this, he never wanted to let go.
“I thought you demons were supposed to be the ones doing all the tempting.. looks like someone’s not good at their job..”, Crowley rolled his eyes, “Shut it, Angel.”.
”Kiss me once, Kiss me twice, then kiss me once again”
Aziraphale took it upon himself to bring his hands away from Crowley’s neck, to his glasses, removing them as Crowley wanted to say something but couldn’t as Aziraphale smiled more , getting to look at his pretty, yellow snake eyes once more, as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t bring himself to tell Crowley how much he adored them.
It seemed like an eternity of Aziraphale and Crowley staring into each others eyes, the latter taking in the sight of his angel, his sweet lovely angel that he wanted to hold onto forever. Aziraphale then took it upon himself once more to place his head on Crowley’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around the demons neck once more as he closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, further making Crowley understand how much this moment meant to both of them. It was beautiful. It was so peaceful , and one could even say romantic, as much as he didn’t want to admit. Crowley laid his head to rest on top of his angel’s. He felt like crying, from how he was both overwhelmed and how much he realized he loved his angel. His hands seemed to grab Aziraphale tightly as they continued slow dancing. They both had their eyes closed at this point, giving the moment a more peaceful atmosphere to it. Whatever was going on in Earth, Heaven or Hell, it didn’t matter anymore, the l world outside Aziraphales bookshop felt non-existent to the two. They really needed eachother, needed this, and finally, they now did.