An Ineffable Love Story

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There were no longer angels dining at the Ritz.

Well, there had only been one to start with, and he had been kicked out because he was blackout drunk, along with his equally inebriated demonic boyfriend.

On the way to the luxurious hotel, Aziraphale had tried to hold Crowley's hand, but the demon had wrenched himself free and eventually his angelic companion had stopped trying. Crowley really did want to hold hands, but — and he had trouble admitting this to himself — he was a bit embarrassed. Not of Aziraphale; he loved him with every atom of his corporation. No, he was embarrassed because the wily demon Crowley was shy.

Nobody would have guessed this from how the demon usually behaved, but that was because he never let anyone see past his spiky, cold exterior. Apart from Aziraphale. Deep down, Crowley believed that he was unworthy of the affections of such a perfect being. Aziraphale could have chosen anyone, yet he wanted Crowley.

The demon could hardly believe his good fortune. Why was God favouring him now, when he'd defied Her all those years ago? He didn't understand — Aziraphale would've said it was ineffable, and maybe it was. Anyway, that didn't matter. All Crowley had to do now was make the most of this. He hoped it would last forever, and they would spend eternity together.

Now, as they strolled through London, only stumbling occasionally, Crowley took Aziraphale's hand. The angel gazed up at him, surprised the demon was initiating the touch, but didn't protest. Neither one would ever admit this to the other, but sparks were shooting up their arms from the point of contact.

Laughing, Crowley pulled Aziraphale by the hand. The angel was too drunk to know where he was taking him, but he didn't care where he went as long as Crowley was beside him. He'd never seen the demon so carefree before. Aziraphale reached up and grabbed Crowley's sunglasses.

"I want to see your beautiful eyes!"

Normally, Crowley would've been angry but instead he just giggled. "Come on!" he said, his pupils expanding like a cat's. Now they were running, as much as two supernatural beings can when they're drunk on expensive liquor and each other. Soon they reached Crowley's destination.

It was the bandstand.

The pair had visited St. James' Park many times over the centuries, but the memories of their last encounter here made Aziraphale cringe inside. We're on opposite sides, he'd said. I don't even like you.

He'd been lying.

"Last time we were here," Aziraphale began.

Crowley silenced the angel by kissing him.

This wasn't the same as their last (and, in fact, first) kiss. It was deeper, more passionate. Aziraphale pulled away, whispering, "We don't need to do this here. If you're not comfortable..."

"I don't care who sees us, Angel," Crowley replied. "I just want you."

Aziraphale leaned up and reconnected their lips, smiling into the demon. Crowley put his arms around the angel's waist, and in return Aziraphale wound his hands into Crowley's hair, twisting the smooth strands around his fingers. Ever so gently, the angel teased Crowley's lips apart, discovering that the demon's tongue had become forked and serpentine.

At last they broke apart, panting slightly and grinning. "Let's go back to the bookshop," Crowley suggested, tripping over his words a little. "We deserve some more alcohol. We did save the world, after all."

Still holding hands, the pair continued their walk.

Once they had reached A.Z. Fell and Co., Crowley draped himself on the couch while Aziraphale fumbled with the latch on a chest. He triumphantly revealed a bottle of rosé wine. "It looks shit," the demon declared, before adding, "Well, open it then!"

The angel unscrewed the top and was about to find two wine glasses when Crowley grabbed the bottle, taking a long swig. He passed it to Aziraphale, who sipped at it nervously. "You stuck your tongue down my throat, so what's the problem with sharing a bottle?" Crowley pointed out.

"I think I'd rather kiss you," the angel replied, making a fussy noise.

Crowley yawned and began to get comfortable on the sofa. It had the same tartan print as Aziraphale's bow tie. "I'm sleepy," he said. "Come here."

The angel obliged, and Crowley snuggled into him with a contented "ngk" sound. Soon, the demon's breathing slowed and Aziraphale could tell he was asleep. He kissed the top of the demon's head before relaxing into him and closing his eyes.

Aziraphale was well and truly in love.

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