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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[sauntereddownward]

"Awww-ohhh, I don't know. Not really my area, is it? Love? More your sort of thing. What do you think is romantic?" the demon asked slyly.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale looked down. "Oh honestly, Crowley, how would I know," he mumbled, convinced that whatever he said, Crowley would just make fun of him.

[sauntereddownward]

"Go on. Yes you do," he pushed.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale looked uncomfortable. "I don't know, I suppose there's something to be said for an effort to make something special, don't you think? And to push away everything else. Just you, like there's nothing else in the world."

[sauntereddownward]

"When I'm with you there may as well not be anything else in the world," he replied. "I don't notice."

[theangelfell]

"Oh," said Aziraphale, and smiled, still looking down. "See, that's quite romantic, Crowley."

[sauntereddownward]

"It's not romantic. It's just true," he replied. "Romance is...lovelorn poetry and severed ears and such."

Perhaps, as a demon, he had a bit of a skewed perspective about 'romance'.

[theangelfell]

"I think it's romantic," Aziraphale said. Then he hesitated before suggesting, "Why don't we spend the night together, somewhere here in the city? A honeymoon suite with a view of the river."

[sauntereddownward]

"The Ritz?" Crowley grinned.

[theangelfell]

At Crowley's smile, Aziraphale brightened. "Yes please. Don't you think that would be nice?"

[sauntereddownward]

"You. The view. The bed. Yes. Nice," he said, hissing a little on accident.

[theangelfell]

"I think that sounds romantic," Aziraphale said happily, and picked up the last oyster.

[sauntereddownward]

'So you don't want me to cut my ear off?" he teased lightly.

[theangelfell]

"Oh my no, you have very lovely ears," Aziraphale said quickly.

[sauntereddownward]

"Shall we pay the bill then?" he asked, but didn't really ask. He was already pulling out a slim black leather bill fold to pay for their light snack. He was barely containing his excitement of getting Aziraphale alone.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale drained the rest of the wine in his glass and smiled, standing when Crowley did.

It felt almost silly, that this still made him nervous. Or maybe that just meant it was still exciting.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley sauntered out ahead of Aziraphale, smiling to himself. He was so slick. He'd seduced the angel and hadn't even tried.

It didn't occur to him it might be the other way round.

In an effort at romance, Crowley drove quite carefully and entirely by the boox on the way to the Ritz. Miraculously, when they arrived the room was reserved for Mr. Anthony J. Crowley and the concierge happily informed the pair that the champagne was chilling.

"Romantic, right?" he said Proudly as they climbed into the lift.

[theangelfell]

And Aziraphale meanwhile was very happy to think that he was the one being seduced, even though he had a feeling that wasn't entirely the case either.

"It is," he said, and when the lift doors closed, he reached over and held Crowley's hand.

[sauntereddownward]

Success. The angel couldn't keep his hands off him.

"Fresh," he scolded lightly, then lifted Aziraphale's remarkably soft hand to his lips to press a kiss on his knuckle.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale smiled adoringly at him as the lift dinged and the doors open. "Oh, the top floor!" he enthused.

[sauntereddownward]

"Well, of course. You think I'd take you to a lower level?" he replied, mildly offended.

[theangelfell]

"It's perfect," Aziraphale assured him, and kissed him on the cheek as they stepped out.

[sauntereddownward]

He hung back so he could admire the shape of Aziraphale walking away. The suite was gorgeous and the view breathtaking. He peeked around and noticed the bed turned down. And there was the champagne, chilling, next to a table adorned with sweets.

This sort of decadence struck him as something the angel would enjoy.

[theangelfell]

"Oh Crowley, it's perfect," breathed Azirphale, his eyes going from the sweets to the view out the window to Crowley. "This is... it's very romantic."

[sauntereddownward]

"Romance is my middle name," he smirked. He eased up to Aziraphale and studied his lips for a moment before catching his face and kissing him warmly.