An Ineffable Love Story

Your Hand On My Waistline 🩵

The angel and the demon kissed passionately. Crowley had discarded his sunglasses, which lay abandoned on the floor of the bookshop. Aziraphale was gripping the lapels of his jacket tightly, standing on his tiptoes to reach his lips. Suddenly, Crowley pulled away, and the angel's face wore a disappointed expression. He reached into his pocket to reveal the flask of laudanum, and took another drink, grinning impishly.

"Want some?"

Aziraphale frowned slightly, and Crowley was beginning to replace the bottle when he was interrupted. "Yes. Give it here."

His eyebrows shot up. "Really, Angel? I didn't think you'd be into that sort of thing."

"I'm full of surprises." Aziraphale took the flask from him and, instead of the cautious sipping Crowley would have expected, took a long swig. "God, that's good!"

"Blasphemy, Angel?"

"I've abandoned that lot, even Her," Aziraphale told him, the mixture of alcohol and opium making him bold. "All I want is you, so fucking have me, right here, right now!"

Crowley had never heard the angel swear before, and something in the back of his intoxicated mind liked this. "OK, Angel," he drawled, tossing the flask aside. "Come on."

Gripping his hand, he led Aziraphale up the back staircase to their bedroom, slamming the door shut behind them. Immediately, the angel was kissing him furiously, separating his lips, snaking his tongue into his mouth. Crowley guided Aziraphale onto the bed, pushing him back so that he was on top of him, straddling him. Aziraphale unbuttoned the demon's black shirt, ripping the fabric off his body and moving his mouth slowly, deliberately, along his collarbone. Involuntarily, Crowley let out a moan, arching his back, and the angel smiled into his shoulder, before having the same reaction when the demon began to remove his waistcoat. Aziraphale's hands wandered down to unzip Crowley's trousers, and pulled the demon to him as if he would never let go.

•••

The pair lay side by side, breathing heavily and grinning. Crowley's hair was rumpled and messy, and Aziraphale cuddled into him, letting out a contented sigh. However, the demon was getting restless.

"I'm not tired!" he declared stubbornly, sitting up and accidentally knocking the angel off his chest. "Let's do something."

"We just did something," Aziraphale pointed out sleepily. To wake him up, Crowley licked the curve of Aziraphale's bottom lip with his forked tongue, nibbling on it slightly. His eyes snapped open, his pupils dilated.

"Come on, get dressed, we're going out!"

The angel obliged, pulling on his rumpled clothes. Instead of his own bow tie, he draped Crowley's thin silver one around his neck. The demon grinned, and haphazardly tied Aziraphale's. "You look dashing, my darling," he smiled. "Where are we going?"

Crowley put his hand on Aziraphale's hip and smirked. "Wait and see."

It was getting dark now, the first stars sprinkled across the sky, as the couple strolled through the streets of London, arms around each other's waists, partly because they wanted to touch one another, and partly because they were so simultaneously drunk and high that they might fall over. Crowley and Aziraphale walked in silence, drinking each other in and wishing that life would stay like this forever. On account of his inebriation, the angel did not recognise the path they were taking until they reached the entrance.

"Oh, Crowley," he breathed. "St. James' Park?"

"Our place," the demon said softly. "I can't tell you how many times over the centuries I've wanted to do this to you here." He embraced Aziraphale gently, and kissed his mouth.

Crowley led Aziraphale up a small flight of steps and into the bandstand. A smile played across his face, and he snapped his fingers.

Soft music began to play, and Aziraphale immediately recognised the tune. Tears welled in his eyes. He had never felt so happy.

"It's our song," he whispered. "A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square."

The demon nodded, then offered his hand. "Angel, may I have the pleasure of this dance?"

Aziraphale blushed and took it. "You may."

Carefully, lovingly, Crowley placed his hands around the angel's waist. Aziraphale put his on Crowley's shoulders, and nestled his head in the nape of his neck. They swayed on the spot, then slowly began to move as one, their bodies so tightly pressed together that they could hear each other's heartbeat.

"I love you so much, Crowley."

"I love you too, Angel, more than anything."

When the song had finished, they stood there for a moment, before connecting their lips for another kiss. At long last, they walked home, drunk on love (and laudanum). Exhaustion washed over them, and they collapsed on the bookshop sofa and fell asleep in each other's arms.

•••

The light was much, much too bright. It penetrated through Crowley's eyelids, stabbing him, and he cracked them open to see where he was and if he could make it darker. His head pounded, his limbs felt heavy and leaden, and he hissed angrily.

In short, he had one hell of a hangover.

To his displeasure, there was not even a blanket for him to hide under. He was on the sofa, with a sleeping Aziraphale next to him. Everything felt fuzzy, like it wasn't quite real.

Crowley prodded Aziraphale in the arm.

"Whuh—" The angel was confused, disorientated. Then he started to panic. "Crowley, I don't feel right! What's wrong with me?" The pitch of his voice began to rise in desperation.

"You're just hungover, Angel," the demon mumbled irritably. "You'll get over it."

"But I've never had a hangover before. Usually I'm just sort of immune."

"Ah, what actually happened last night, Angel?"

To his dismay, Aziraphale was also struggling to remember the details, and, in fact, main events, of the previous evening. "I think..." he started, then paused. "We drank something?"

"Mmm." Crowley furrowed his brow. "We had sex. Really good sex." He grinned at the memory.

"And then you took me to St. James' Park!" Aziraphale cried triumphantly. "And — and we danced in the bandstand. Oh, Crowley, it was so romantic."

"Yeah." The demon smiled, then became serious. "Please, please, can we go to bed now? I need more sleep!"

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~1027 words~
As promised, the second part to the last chapter! I hope you liked it. There is another part coming in the next few days so please keep a look out for it, and thank you so much to my readers! xx