Aziraphale

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley had been having a ball. He'd figured out a bit of hackery with some code and some infernal miracles and soon enough he had millions of people angry at social media for long load times, zero refresh rates, and suspensions that came and were lifted seemingly at random.

He was absolutely giddy as he walked into the bookshop. He spied the angel in his chair and went to the one unanimously agreed to be his and flopped down, legs splayed out long and wide.

"Isn't it the most beautiful day?" he said cheerfully.

Never a good sign.

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[theangelfell]

"Well let's see it," Aziraphale said, quite liking the idea of Crowley in a tuxedo.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley let loose a sigh, dramatically letting Aziraphale know how put out he was. Except he wasn't, even a little, and he snapped his fingers and looked very international spy.

"Better?"

[theangelfell]

He looked... amazing.

Aziraphale bit his lip and nodded.

[sauntereddownward]

Yes. That look in his eyes was much better. Crowley was definitely going to make Alcuin pay for ever causing Aziraphale's eye to wander.

"And you," he pushed.

[theangelfell]

"Oh, um." Aziraphale looked slightly embarrassed, because he knew he couldn't manage looking as good as Crowley.

A second later, he too was wearing a tuxedo. One that looked quite similar to the suit he always wore. The same cream color. The same tartan bowtie.

[sauntereddownward]

"It's supposed to be black tie, angel," he said as he admired him with a lascivious smile. The tux would definitely look better on the floor.

[theangelfell]

"Oh," said Aziraphale. "Um." He tried again, and this time the tux was black and gray tartan and the tie was black. "Is that better? I think it just rather... sticks. Do I look ridiculous?"

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley slowly set his cup aside and rose with grace in one smooth motion. On his feet, the demon stepped up, chest to chest, and reached up to fuss with the tie to straighten it.

"Fetching," he finally decided aloud.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale went slightly pink. "Thank you, my dear."

[sauntereddownward]

"Should I bring the car round?" he asked. The glasses did make it a bit difficult to make out that Crowley was absolutely mesmerized by his lips.

[theangelfell]

"Yes, please," said Aziraphale, and smiled. He liked the idea that Crowley might like the way he looked.

[sauntereddownward]

He fussed with the tie once more, then smoothly pivoted to go get the car. Normally he had no trouble parking right out front, but there's been a lorry he'd graciously left alone.

Crowley waited behind the wheel for the angel to join him as Chopin's We Are The Champions played.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale opened the passenger door and folded himself into the car. "Are you hungry?" he asked, smiling.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley looked over a him and lowered his glasses.

"Famished," he replied, looking like he might devour Aziraphale right there.

[theangelfell]

"I didn't realize you were as fond of oysters as I am," Aziraphale said happily, buckling his seatbelt.

[sauntereddownward]

"Of course. Oysters," he replied, then shifted into gear and screamed away from the book shop. Crowley didn't pay attention, he barely held the wheel. The car would get them where they needed to be.

[theangelfell]

"Must you always drive so fast," Aziraphale breathed, though they had arrived nearly by the time he'd finished the sentence.

[sauntereddownward]

"Oh, relax, angel," Crowley drawled. "I haven't discorporated you yet."

The car slid into a spot and shut off, though if it was ever actually running in the first place was up for debate.

[theangelfell]

"That's very good, you know how fond I am of this body," Aziraphale said as he unbuckled and climbed out of the car.

[sauntereddownward]

"Me too," he purred as the angel got out.

The place was right on the water and the hostess took them to a table with a lovely view. He ordered win before he even sat down.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale sighed when he looked out the window. "Oh, I do so love this city."

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley sipped his wine and ignored the city entirely, choosing instead to marvel at the angel's beauty. He was determined tonight to convince Aziraphale he should definitely focus on the demon and not that masty little trollop.

"The view is lovely," he said kindly.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale looked back at him, and only then realized that Crowley was gazing at him. His cheeks went slightly pink and he smiled.

The the waiter returned with their wine and, somehow so quickly, oysters.

[sauntereddownward]

"Iiiii...would have assumed you preferred Paris," he said, casually looking away like he'd not been staring.

[theangelfell]

"Don't you think this feels like home now?" Azirpahale asked, and reached for an oyster, before the wine.