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The Bentley was speeding down the street of some road in Edinburgh at a mild 90 miles per hour. Much too fast for Aziraphale and too slow for Crowley. They were rushing back to the bookshop (even though there was no reason to) after a lovely night out at the Resurrectionist pub. They also found a new pond to feed the ducks at like an elderly couple.
There was a certain mood going on that night. The sky seemed darker. The alcohol felt stronger. Everything felt so damn alive that night. It was strange. And that mood affected the couple in the car. Crowley was driving like he was in a rush and occasionally glancing at his angel in the passenger seat.
Crowley thought Aziraphale was the most gorgeous thing ever. He always had. Especially his eyes. Always found himself staring at those star shaped pupils whenever his angel was rambling on about some book trope he disliked.
"You know, Crowley," The blue eyed one began, straightening his posture in the passenger seat. "If you were not so focused on your driving, I could be kissing you right now."
The snake eyed his friend and suddenly swerved to the side of the road and slammed on the breaks, jerking them both back into the seats. "There. Not driving anymore, am I, angel?"
Aziraphale's starry eyes widened and he seemed to smile as he turned to Crowley. "No... It appears you are not." An idea suddenly struck him. An idea that would send him falling faster than you could flick a lighter closed. He grabbed onto the lapels of his demon's coat and pulled him very close. One hand grabbed Crowley's sunglasses and removed them, placing them who knows where. Those beautiful yellow eyes were so large with focus on the angels own eyes.
Crowley's body became tense and he leaned into the angel. He couldn't tear his eyes away from his angel. The angel that had known him for thousands of years, watched him create a universe, fall from heaven and fall in love. All his. That was unbelievable.
"Angel," was all he could stammer out. That little name he gave Aziraphale was something humans adopted. Crowley loved calling him that.
Everything felt louder in the Bentley. Their voices, their breathing, the sounds outside, everything.
Aziraphale didn't say a word, he just leaned in and kissed Crowley. Funny how they both thought it'd always be Crowley making the first move. Obviously the demon kissed back and found a comfortable sitting spot for his hands to perch on his angels lap.
They didn't just kiss once either. No. They kissed several times. Over and over until they needed to turn away for a moment to catch their breaths. Then they remembered they were on the road. Pulled over of course, but they needed to get to the bookshop in case any shit decided to happen overnight.
"You taste nice," murmured Aziraphale as Crowley began driving again.