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“So… what do you want.” Aziraphale asked, body turning towards Crowley, watching as the confusion filtered across the demons face.
“Me?” Crowley asks, “Why me?”
Aziraphale’s face softened, “Because I only want one thing…” the angel said, voice low as if worried someone else might be privy to the information, “…and that’s not what this is about anymore.”
Crowley looked at Aziraphale, the demons gaze running up and down the angel’s body as if trying to detect some other message behind the words.
Aziraphale continued, “What do you want, Crowley?”
Crowley was silent for a moment, what was it that the former demon wanted? The power of demonic miracles back? For the humans to stop giving the ducks bread? For the Bentley and the bookshop to always be a constant in the universe? To be back out in the universe. To kiss the stars that were created by hands that knew every intricate detail of the galaxy?
No, none of that.
Crowley knew what it was that Aziraphale meant. That was the answer.
Crowley closed the distance between them, wanting so desperately to reach out and grab hold of the angel’s hand. To bring to lips that were fortunate enough to kiss the knuckles of a hand so divine.
Aziraphale reached out instead, fingers threading together, slotting into place as if they were always meant to. And they did.
“You.” Crowley said finally. “I just want you.”
Aziraphale smiled at that, wide and blinding and resisting the urge to lean forward and close the distance between their lips. Not now, not when they had company.
Crowleu continued. “I want you and everything the way it was. The universe righted. No sides. And us.”
Aziraphale smiled, tears forming in the corner of those brilliant blue eyes that Crowley always got lost in. The angel nodded. “Do you have a pen, dear?”
Crowley’s eyes felt wet, primed for tears to fall that shouldn’t be possible. Demons didn’t cry. But Crowley wasn’t really a demon anymore. So maybe crying was possible.
“Yeah.” Came the rough reply, producing a pen from the jacket pocket and handing it over to the angel. Their fingers brushed as Aziraphale took it.
The book opened before them as Aziraphale bent over it, the pen hovering over the page. God spoke, voice even “I quite like the plot twist this has taken.” They said, and Aziraphale looked up at them.
“It’s not yours to like.”
Aziraphale stole one more glance at Crowley and smiled wide, “To the world.”
Crowley smiled back “To our world.”
Aziraphale squeezed Crowley’s hand once, then turned once more to the book.
“It started in a garden.” Aziraphale spoke aloud, writing the words upon the page, the world around them bathing in light as Aziraphale continued to write.
Crowley never looked away.
When the light faded, the two of them stood in the same spot as before, their hands still clasped tight. The book that had laid out before them were gone, along with Satan and God. It was just the two of them in the bookshop.
Outside was the normal hustle and bustle of Whickber street and the rest of SoHo and London and everything else in the world.
Aziraphale turned to Crowley, the former angel’s body relaxing and Crowley mimicked the action.
It was just them.
The way it should be.
The way it would always be.
Aziraphale surged forward and collided with Crowley as their lips met in a gentle kiss. Crowley’s arms wrapped around Aziraphale’s waist, hands tracing up the length of the worn waist coat, pulling Aziraphale closer. Aziraphale’s hand rose up, pressing along the length of Crowley’s jaw.
It was the best kiss of their life.
When they finally pulled apart after what seemed like hours, and maybe it was, their bodies gasping for air that they technically did not need to survive.
“Hello.” Aziraphale said, face slightly flushed with a hand still on Crowley’s cheek.
“Hello.” Crowley responded as a smile graced the kiss swollen lips.
The two stared at the other for quiet some time before naturally drawing closer in another kiss.
It was a perfect beginning to the rest of eternity.
That night found them on the roof of the book store. Aziraphale sat on of the chairs, book in hand a hot cocoa on the table to the right. Crowley wandered around with a watering can in hand, tending to the plants that had found a home on the roof.
Sure, he could have just miracled the plants watered, but there was still something about tending to the garden by hand that evoked satisfaction inside of Crowley.
Finally, Crowley took a seat to the left of Aziraphale, head angled towards the sky. “Beautiful night on the first day of a new world.” Crowley said.
Aziraphale smiled, placing a bookmark into the novel and placing it on the table to the right. Aziraphale turned towards Crowley, the normal black shades that adorned upon the nose had long been discarded. Yellow eyes on full display now and oh, didn’t Crowley look absolutely gorgeous.
“Yes,” Aziraphale said, still not looking towards the sky, “It is.”
Crowley turned towards Aziraphale to say something, but found the blond’s gaze instead.
“You’re not talking about the stars, are you, Angel?” Crowley asked, and Aziraphale only smiled in response.
“No,” Aziraphale said, “would appear I'm not.”
“Ngk.” Was Crowley’s only response, face turning as red as the current color of the former demon’s hair. “You can't just say things like that.”
“Oh, but I can.” Aziraphale replied, reaching out and taking the hand that rested on the arm rest. “We can.” Aziraphale added softly.
“We can.” Crowley said, as if remembering now they weren’t officially on any side. That the world was laid out for them. That they could truly do whatever they wanted.
And it was beautiful.
“Yes.” Aziraphale confirmed, leaning forward, the other hand coming out to rest against Crowley’s cheek. “And what I want right now is to kiss you.”
Crowley let out another slew of squished consonants before speaking, “I’d like that too.”
Instead of replying, Aziraphale leaned forward and placed a kiss to Crowley’s lips.
Yes, the two of them could get used to this.