Aziraphale

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley was walking in as Klaus was walking out. It seemed like they crossed paths in the doorway a lot. So much that Crowley was getting a bit annoyed. He sauntered in and found Aziraphale with a book and his cocoa that had long gone cold.

"What are you doing?" he asked, sounding annoyed- which he normally did, so it was hard to say if he was actually upset or not.

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[theangelfell]

"Well, I don't think... the book isn't not good," Aziraphale said. "They're married. I, however, am not. So no canoodling."

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley thought a moment and decided that, when it came to Aziraphale, he could stomach the idea of marriage. It was a wicked institution ruled by the state. Clearly Evil.

"Alright, yes. Is that what you're waiting for, angel? Marriage?"

[theangelfell]

"What, me?" Aziraphale had had many confusing conversations with Crowley over many years, but this one was taking the cake. "Waiting for what? Are you suggesting I should marry Klaus Hargreeves?"

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley rolled his eyes behind his dark glasses.

"You don't think you could find someone nearer your age, angel?" he purred.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale blinked at him. "That seems unlikely," he said.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley watched him silently. Just watching. Watching rusty cogs turn, cobwebs tearing and mice scampering away in Aziraphale's head, but he had little hope the angel would land on the right answer no matter how slowly the gears moved.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale looked at him for a moment and then said, "I suppose you know all about this."

[sauntereddownward]

"All about what? Marriage?" Crowley asked innocently. "I've been to millions of weddings."

[theangelfell]

That wasn't what Aziraphale meant. But for whatever reason... he couldn't bring himself to say it. Because he realized that he really didn't want to know what kinds of canoodling Crowley had been doing.

"Well," he finally said, "I suppose I should be getting home. We can continue reading tomorrow... if you'd like to."

[sauntereddownward]

"Would you like one more cup before you go? I could find something relaxing."

He paused.

"Herbal."

He didn't think his temptation would work, but one must try.

[theangelfell]

"All right... one more," Aziraphale said, and tucked the book under his arm.

[sauntereddownward]

"Excsssellent," the demon smiled. "Let's go to the kitchen."

The kitchen was dusty from disuse. Even the burners on the stove were dusty.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale wasn't terribly surprised by the state of the kitchen, but he did wave a hand and used magic to clean it up a bit.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley pulled cups from the cupboard and tea, and then picked up the empty kettle and poured boiling water into the cups. He made atrocious tea, truly.

"Honey?" he asked.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale winced when he saw that the water was boiling. Ah, well. It was the thought that counts.

"Yes, please," he said. Perhaps the honey could make up for how bitter the tea was bound to be.

[sauntereddownward]

As the tea steeped, the room was suddenly perfumed with...charcoal. A bit of petrol. A sweet scent only poisons had.

"This is my favorite blend," he smiled.

[theangelfell]

When Aziraphale took the cup he did a quick spell to transfigure it into something palatable. He didn't say anything, not wanting to hurt Crowley's feelings.

"If you'd like to keep reading tomorrow you could come to mine," he offered, thinking that then at least he'd be the one making tea.

[sauntereddownward]

"I'd enjoy coming so much," he drawled. "What time?"

[theangelfell]

"Oh, um. Six?" Aziraphale offered. "I'll make tea."

[sauntereddownward]

"At six? Chateau Lafitte is better at that hour..."

Wine and smutty romance and Aziraphale in bed. Crowley could hardly contain himself.