Good Omens One shots.

(7) The Sky

Crowley often spend a lot of time looking at the sky.
Cloudy days, sunny days, rainy days. No matter the wether no matter the time, the demons's eyes could often been seen turned up words.
Aziraphale didn't always understand why, but he thought it was adorable none the less. Watching his 'boyfriend' as humans called it, Stare up at the endless upwards abyss.

"Whatever are you looking at Crowley?" Aziraphale asked one day as the two sat together in their usual bench.

"The Sky." Crowley murmured absentmindedly.

"Well yes I can see that." Aziraphale says. "What I meant too ask is why?"

"Just watching I guess." Crowley spoke carelessly. Aziraphale could tell there was more to it than that, and he was determined to get to the bottom of it.

"Watching for what exactly?" He asks nudging Crowley with his elbow. Crowley tore his eyes away from the sky too look at he beloved Angel.

"Just to keep me from staring at you~" he said with a toothy grin. Aziraphale blushed, smiling to himself all giddy. He had to shake his head to keep from loosing his thoughts.

"That's not entirely true and you know it." Aziraphale says attempting to hold his ground.

"It is though my Angel~ I can hardly keep my eyes off you."
"My Angel." Now that was a phrase that sent Aziraphale's heart fluttering. Crowley had always called him Angel yes, but now he was his Angel.

"Stop it Crowley. No amount of flirting is going to stop me from worrying about you."

"It's really nothing to worry about." Crowley says with a detached sigh, looking back up at the sky again.

"I'm not going to drop it till you tell me what it is." 

"Aziraphale.."

"Crowley."

The demon shifted in his seat. He couldn't really tell Aziraphale no, not for no good reason.

"I just miss it." Crowley confessed.

"Miss what?" Aziraphale gently grabbed Crowley's hand.

"Flying." He says simply. "It's so much harder to fly around these days y'know. Do you remember how much we could fly back before the Industrial Revolution?"

"I do remember." Aziraphale says with a found smile. "Crowley if you wanted to go flying all you had to do was say so."

"What do you mean?" Crowley asks, subconsciously lacing his fingers with Aziraphale's.

"Well, there are plenty of places we could go for the sake of room." Aziraphale says. "And It's just a small little miracle go keep us hidden just in case." Crowley practically lit up.

"Are you being serious?"

"But of course! We could go to Greece, or the mountains in Italy if they are quite lovely this time of year." Aziraphale says.

"I do love Italy.." Crowley says now buzzing with excitement. The fact that what he'd been thinking about for days was actually possible.

"Well let's go then!" Aziraphale says standing up and offering his hand to Crowley who hastily took it.

"This going to be fun!"