Aziraphale x Crowley oneshots :D

It reminded me of you.

A signed Queen's album lay in Crowley's hands, 'A Night At The Opera' adorned with four signatures from each legend themselves. Crowley had been sat stunned for two minutes straight.

"Crowley, dear?" Aziraphale tapped Crowley's shoulder politely, trying to snap him out of his haze. Crowley blinked slowly, counting each one to calm himself (he learnt this from an audiobook that humans primarily listened to in their free time). He didn't deserve any sort of gift from Aziraphale, not after the amount of danger Crowley put him in. It would be Aziraphale on this end of the spectrum if Crowley knew how on earth to gift things.

"Thanks..." Crowley answered vaguely after three minutes of long, awkward silence only interrupted by the sound of Aziraphale tapping his nails lightly against the cushioned chair he sat primly in. Crowley cleared his throat after realising how ominous that sounded, "Thanks, really- uh yeah- thank you, Angel!" he gestured his hands in an animated fashion, thwipping against the tension that hung in the air. He took a pause before saying anything else, looking over his sentence in his head to avoid any further embarrassment, "I just- why? Dont get me wrong, I'm grateful and I assure you I love it but... why?" it sounded better in his head.

"It just made me think of you!" Aziraphale smiled confidently; he was quite oblivious of any tension despite it filling the room like thick smoke. Crowley took his glasses that characteristically covered his eyes and cleaned the inside of the lenses with the hem of his shirt. Crowley made direct eye contact with Aziraphale which made them blush and look down anxiously. A smirk appeared on Crowley's face.

"Were you thinking about me, Angel?" Crowley made himself at home by crossing his legs over the arm of his chair that was planted parallel to Aziraphale, flinging them over the edge and holding the album arms length from him to admire its beauty while flashing his signature orchid yellow eyes at Aziraphale which made his heart thud excitedly.

Throughout the couple years Aziraphale was off earth, Crowley had grown his hair out (mostly out of the depressive episode he was having where he just couldn't be bothered) so it was splayed messily over his eyes. The wavy hair was still in its iconic red colour, but it was slightly brighter than normal, glowing in the attention he oh-so-desperately needed from Aziraphale despite how awkward it sometimes made him.

In a flash, Crowley had flung his legs back to the floor and got himself up, sauntering over to Aziraphale in a drunkenly fashion. He grew impatient and made point of his question of humming a sharp "hm?".

"Well- Crowley- I-" Aziraphale took a pause, "what do you want me to say, Crowley?" The demon said nothing in return, "well, I suppose I was, yes!" Aziraphale straightened out his waistcoat, sticking to his answer in fake annoyance.

"Good."

Crowley had stalked himself so he was knee to knee with his Angel, leaning over him teasingly, using the back of the chair to hold him up, grasping the back of it, "glad you can admit it..." he smiled down at Aziraphale with hooded eyes and Aziraphale, with dominance he didnt know he possessed, kissed his Demon passionately and happily.

(A/N I have no idea how to end things, take this into account)