My assumptions for Good Omens season three

VI

Earth: London, England- Aziraphale's bookshop

Present time

   The two beings sat together in a content mood.   

    Aziraphale gazed up at Crowley and slid a little closer to him and gave him a longing look. He hesitantly reached his arm out and slowly took off Crowley's glasses. Crowley let out a heavy, shaky breath as Aziraphale pulled them off his face. 

  The demon blinked at Aziraphale a few times. It didn't matter how many times Aziraphale would see Crowley's eyes, they would always put him in amazement. To Aziraphale, the serpent's eyes were the most gorgeous thing ever created, the deep gold almost seemed to glow, like a magnificent, bright, glowing, star. He could never understand why Crowley would always have them covered.

"There you are," the angel smiled as he tossed the glasses aside. He looked deeply into the eyes in amazement nearly getting lost in their beauty, being completely unaware that he was most definitely staring.

   After a few moments, Crowley noticed the staring angel and changed a light shade of pink. 

"Uhm..." Crowley managed to hum, becoming flustered by the gaze of the angel.

"Oh," Aziraphale snapped out of his trans, "I'm sorry about that..."

"It's alright. But I really don't understand why you like them so much," Crowley touched underneath his eye.

"How could I not? They're so mesmerizing, unlike anything I've ever seen. I think they're stunning," 

Crowley's face flushed at the compliment. "Oh! Uh- t-thank you,"

Aziraphale smiled at Crowley's reaction. 

Aziraphale took a moment of silence to himself. 

"I want you to do it again,"

"Pardon?" Crowley was caught off guard by the random comment. 

"Before we left each other. What you did before we separated, I want you to do it again," 

"Uhm. I'm sorry, what?" 

"Lord, must you be so oblivious?" Aziraphale sighed under his breath before speaking up, "Making me do this on my own, it's quite foolish, my dear boy,"

"Angel, I truly have no idea what-"

    Before Crowley could finish his words he was caught completely off guard by Aziraphale grabbing his collar and pushing their lips together. Crowley was completely caught off guard causing his dark wings to perk up from their previous resting position. His eyes widened. Aziraphale imprinted a short, sweet, meaningful kiss on Crowley's lips before pulling away.

"That," Aziraphale said. But it only took a few seconds before he was hit with a realization. His eyes widened as he pressed his fingers against his lips and worryingly looked at Crowley. "My lord, I just did that..." He buried his face into his hands. "Oh dear,"

Crowley sat in pure shock, unable to talk, move, or even breathe.  The only thing he could manage to do was stare at the angel with an open mouth. Aziraphale felt the same way towards him. He had the same feelings. Then he realized something. He started to laugh at himself, then he softly said, "Six months,"

Aziraphale brought his head back up looking at Crowley worryingly and softly spoke, "What?"

"It took six months for you to kiss me back, Angel," Crowley laughed at Aziraphale.

Aziraphale looked at Crowley and couldn't help himself from laughing. 

"That's what you imeditly think about!?" Aziraphale said with an amused tone.

"Well, no," Crowley said lifting his head to look at Aziraphale. "Genuinely, I think about how long ago we could have done that. I mean like- before you left," 

Aziraphale awsered sternly, "1941," 

Crowley, who wasn't expecting an actual response gave a look, "1941?" He echoed.

"Crowley, I've felt this way about you for a while, a long time, I just hadn't realized what exactly it was that I felt until 1941. That day that you saved those books for me, you saved me from those Nazis. Crowley, you ran into a church to help me. A church. It was that day that I realized that calling you my friend just didn't feel right anymore,"

"Well yeah... I couldn't bear to think of any harm coming your way, there's no way in hell I would've just done nothing to protect you." Crowley assured Aziraphle, "Angel, I have felt this way about you since... well this is a little awkward, since Eden,"

Aziraphale sat in silence, in awe. "Eden?! Like the Garden of Eden?!"

Crowley scratched the back of his neck, "The moment you told me you gave way the sword to be exact,"

"Seriously!?" Aziraphale laughed.

"Yeah. But even before that, I liked you during our first time meeting. You were just... you weren't like the other angels. You were different,"

"Well I suppose on our part, that's a good thing," Aziraphale said. He hovered his hand over Crowley's before holding it softly.

Crowley's wings fluffed at the touch. "Hm. I s'pose it is," 

      Aziraphale gave a comforting smile, Crowley's face flushed a light shade of pink as he smiled back. His eyes gradually lowered and stopped at the angel's lips. Aziraphale noticed after a small moment of silence. He moved forward and gave Crowley a small glance before slowly leaning in to kiss him again. The moment was peaceful between the two of them. They slowly broke apart after a moment.

"One question," Azriaphale said.

"What's that?" Crowley asked waiting for the question.

"Can you hear the nightingales again?" The angel asked. 

Crowley huffed a small laugh, "Yes. Yes, I can," 

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This chapter was I pain in my ass and it took wayyyy to long to write T-T

I hope you liked it :))

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I'm debating if I should make a second part to this. Tell me if you think I should make it