Every Day // Good Omens

-Excuses-

"Crowley dear, did you have to eat the plate too?"

As Crowley was somewhat of a snake, whenever he ate his jaw would unhinge unnaturally wide and vacuum the contents of the plate, and in turn, the plate itself.

"Relax angel, I could just miracle you a new one." The Demon shrugged. "And you were right - crepes really are the future."

"I've been telling you this since, ooh, 1793?" Aziraphale grinned, placing the tray on the wooden bedside table. Though it was miracled away seconds later.

"Bastille. Good times, good times."

"Crowley! I was almost beheaded!" The Angel scowled.

"That one was on you, turning up to France dressed like a fucking Aristocrat."

Aziraphale knew that however hard he tried to debate Crowley, he wouldn't listen. Besides, the morning always made the Demon agitated. Let alone when he'd had a seemingly traumatising nightmare! So, he dropped the subject. The room then settled into a comfortable silence, both Crowley and Aziraphale lost in their on thoughts.

But then the previous night flooded into Crowley's mind - more specifically, his idea about their living situation. And especially since they were literally cuddling together, in bed, basking the warmth of the early morning sun, he figured now was the time to bring it up.

"Angel...?" Crowley closed his eyes, unable to look directly at the Angel. If it wasn't for the nagging anxiety about what he was about to say, he probably would've fallen asleep.

"Yes, dear?"

Crowley took a deep breath. Come on, you confessed your feelings to him already - you fucking kissed him! His self scolding wasn't helping, unsurprisingly. Nevertheless, he knew this conversation was inevitable.

"Is everything alright, darling?"

"Yeah, I'm good. It's just..." Crowley tried to ignore the goosebumps he got at the nickname. "Have you ever thought about, well, I mean... living together?"

The silence suffocated Crowley. He was starting to feel sick. Was he going too fast again? And if he was, what if it put Aziraphale off, and he decided he didn't want Crowley like he wanted him? All these possibilities, all the worst case scenarios flashed in his mind.

"Truth be told, my dear, I have." Suddenly the Demon frantically turned to face Aziraphale with a glimmer of hope in his serpentine eyes. "Why do you look so surprised?" The Angel chuckled. "You practically live here anyway!"

"Well, erm..." The Demon joined in the chuckling, though his was much more awkward.

"If you're asking to move in, I'd be more than welcome for you to stay here." The Angel grinned, and suddenly the usually bright sunlight felt dim.

"Thanks, angel." Feeling a wave of confidence, Crowley leaned over and kissed his forehead. At first, Aziraphale short circuited. His stare was blank (and so was the rest of his face, causing Crowley's heart to sink slightly). Except his face was the same crimson as the Demon's hair.

"Now who's the flustered one!" Crowley laughed smugly.

Aziraphale decided to take this as a challenge. He knew how easily Crowley could be flustered - just at the nickname "darling" he could physically hear his breathing stop momentarily. "Well, I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I just... kissed you?"

Now it was Crowley's turn to be embarrassed. With no objection, he let Aziraphale lean over until they were mere centimetres away from each other.

"May I...?" Aziraphale whispered. Crowley nodded enthusiastically, and a moment later, the gap between them was closed.

Aziraphale was surprised, as he had been the two other times they'd ended up in this situation, by how soft Crowley's lips were. It was as if they were made to be there, hand crafted to fit with each other - both physically and metaphorically. Aziraphle's arms were lovingly wrapped around the Demon's neck, occasionally sifting his fingers through his hair. Crowley held his arms around the Angel's waist. How Gabriel thought his softness was an issue was beyond Crowley. He treasured the feeling of just holding him - he felt like one huge marshmallow.

A moment later, they stopped to breathe. But then Aziraphale's hands moved to caress Crowley's cheeks - said Demon leant into the touch with a soft smile. My god he fucking loved that Angel.

"Did you like that, dear?" Aziraphale grinned, slightly mischievously. Again, Crowley was lost for words, and could only nod. And without hesitation, he once again connected their lips. This time, the kiss was slightly harsher. Crowley, whilst still holding on dearly to his beloved angel, turned to face him more. As did Aziraphale. But his grip on Crowley's face grew just a bit more tight. Not uncomfortably so, but enough to make sure he wasn't going to leave.
Through the kiss, Aziraphale heard Crowley muttering small "I love you"s. It felt like their hearts were intertwined. As if, if one were to pull away, they would both disappear from the face of the earth.

They needed each other. And they let themselves need each other this time.

Finally, after genuine minutes of non stop kissing, they pulled away (reluctantly).

"My, you're an excellent kisser, Crowley!" Aziraphale giggled, staring kindly into the Demon's eyes.

"I've been waiting to do that for 6,000 years, no wonder-"

"What was that, dearest?"

"Haha nothing!" Crowley chuckled, a slight sadness to his tone. Aziraphale didn't seem to pick up on it though. Luckily. "Anyway, I know for a fact you were trying to get me flustered."

"I guess it was just an excuse to kiss your handsome face~" Aziraphale once again giggled. Fuck, how could a Demon fall so hard for an Angel? At least, that was going around Crowley's mind as he stared at the Angel he was so desperately in love with.

"Well why don't you come up with excuses more often?" Damn, had he really just said that? He was so in love it made him feel sick. As much as a hardship it had been to wait six millennia for this... it didn't seem like a such a waste of time anymore.

"So..." Aziraphale started, snapping Crolwey from his love-sick daydream. "About the whole... living together."

// Hello!

I apologise for this chapter getting out later. To be fair I only had about 200 words an hour or so ago, so I'm pretty impressed. It may also not be the /best/ writing quality, mainly due to, again, the time constraint.

Hopefully you enjoyed this one! I also had to write this on my phone because the computer I normally use was being used by someone else :,)

I have also decided to link my Ineffable Husbands Spotify playlists, for if you just want to daydream to them or you think there are some songs that fit better with the chapter than the ones I've chosen:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/51bXzpB9jbQYvhOgSGnRGV?si=074lryajSAeGXIGx0hbm7w

Anyway, thank you so much for reading, votes and comments are appreciated but not necessary! Have a good day / night and I'll see you in the next one :>

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