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Part 49 of Tumblr Prompts
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2025-01-19
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Business As Usual

Summary:

They have a covert meeting after Aziraphale leaves and there’s kissing

Notes:

For a prompt on tumblr with reunion kisses and i couldn’t help myself from making it a post season 2

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“And you weren’t followed, yeah?” Crowley asked in a whisper, eyes darting around the empty walkways of Whickber Street from his spot in the bookshop. 

“Yes, I’m sure, Crowley.” Aziraphale responded, placing a hand on the demon's shoulder, gently pulling him away from the large windows and further into the bookshop. “The other arch angels can’t be bothered to check on the affairs of Earth, they believe me to be attending to business regarding the Principalities duties.” He explained, settling down onto the couch. Crowley followed suit, their knees bumping together. 

"Six thousand years," Crowley murmured, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "Six thousand years and we're still sneaking around like this." But there was no real bitterness in his tone - just a tired fondness as he turned to face Aziraphale properly.

The angel's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. "Perhaps. But this time it's different, isn't it? We're still on our own side." His hand found Crowley's, fingers intertwining with a familiarity born of millennia.

"Our own side," Crowley echoed, leaning closer until their foreheads touched. The scent of old books and cocoa surrounded them, mingling with the faint trace of smoke that always seemed to follow the demon. For a moment, they simply breathed together in the dim light of the bookshop.

When their lips finally met, it was gentle - tentative as a first spring rain, so unlike the rough press of lips they shared mere months ago in this very shop. Where Crowley begged him with every ounce of strength he could, and still lost. But Aziraphale was here now, and they had a plan. 

Aziraphale's free hand came up to cup Crowley's cheek, thumb brushing over the snake mark by his temple. The kiss tasted of ozone and wood smoke, of promises and a future where they would truly be free. 

When Aziraphale pulled away, it was with a soft smile and half moon eyes that made Crowley lean forward, pressing their lips together once more, as if it could make up for all their missed opportunities, and maybe it did. 

They would attend to real business in a moment, for now, this was the only thing that was important to them both. 

 

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Don’t forget to feed the writer

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