The Clipped Angel -- Good Omens Ineffable Hubbies !!!

chapter 9

The two stayed up all night talking. There was silly stupid banter as usual, but they did talk. It was a change of pace but a necessary one. Often times, they found themselves lying in bed in the cover of night, desperately hugging and whispering quiet "I love you"s to one another as if to make up for lost time.

The morning arrived and Aziraphale's face was tucked into Crowley's neck. Crowley lied there simply observing his every move. The way the sun shined on his beautiful cotton hair. The way Aziraphale scrunched up his nose every once in a while for seemingly no reason. Aziraphale wrapped his arms around the demon lovingly. 

"Crowley, I want to go to my bookshop." 

"How do you know Muriel will not interfere? Alert head office?" 

"I...have faith in them." 

Crowley pecked Aziraphale's nose. "You have too much faith in people, angel. I don't know if I'm comfortable being out and about just yet. It could be dangerous." 

"What if we...did the same spell we did to Gabriel, or uh, Jim." 

"Hide ourselves from Heaven and Hell?" 

"Yeah." 

"That could work, angel. It would sever any connection we have to them while still allowing us to monitor them covertly if they try to end the world again." 

"...yes." 

"You seem apprehensive." 

"An angel is all I've ever been. It's...difficult. But I know it's the only way and that I need to let go. This will help me let go." 

"Alright," Crowley whispered, giving his shoulder a light squeeze. "I'll do you and you do me?" 

"What a positively sinful suggestion?" Aziraphale quipped. Crowley was taken aback. 

"Oh angel, you dirty divine creature." Crowley said leaning in towards Aziraphale's lips before devouring them mercilessly. Aziraphale giggled against his mouth. Crowley flicked his wrist before going ontop of the angel. Careless Whisper began to play on his phonograph as Crowley got to work on Aziraphale's neck. 

One ethereal cumshot of celestial semen later, the two of them cast their spells and left for Aziraphale's bookshop, hand in hand. When they entered the old building, they found that no one was there. There was a small piece of parchment on the desk. 

Ello ello ello! Aziraphale, this is Muriel. I just got notified from head office that you escaped! Good on you! I thought you would like your bookshop again, so I found another one in Mayfair! Not that Heaven will know the distance. This is my quiet rebellion. I hope you can find happiness here with your demon love. I left your bookshop in tiptop shape, you'll see! The only difference is that I may have taken a souvenir. Your copy of Hamlet. I hope you don't mind. Please visit my bookshop sometime! 

                                                                                                                    Hugs and Kisses, 
                                                                                                                             Muriel, the one who smells like God 

Aziraphale smiled. It seemed as if Muriel had found their way, too. 

"Everything alright, angel?" 

"Absolutely ticketyboo!" 

"Ticketyboo?" 

"Yes!"

"Love, you've got to stop saying random British gabs, they usually make no sense."

"And YOU've got to stop listening to bebop!" 

"Touche."

"Come, join me for a hot chocolate....and a cuddle?" 

"Why do you ask, angel, you know I can't resist you." 

"Oh? I thought you were just here for the hot chocolate. ;) "

"I love you."

"And I you."