Crowley cut him off, "Aziraphale, I'm not sure what you're about to say, but I would like to at least heal this wound first. Just in case things get... awkward?" He looked to the side, nervously. "Yes, I suppose that makes sense. Are you sure you can do this, Crowley?" He looked the angel in the eyes and nodded. "Ok.." Aziraphale rested his head on the armrest of the couch, still looking at Crowley. The demon moved his hands to Aziraphale's chest, one on each side of the wound. Aziraphale set a hand on Crowley's back, while Crowley lowered his face directly over the wound. The demon closed his eyes, his brow furrowing as he concentrated on collecting the hellfire. After about 20 seconds of silence and intense focus, a bright firey stream began to emerge from the wound, traveling steadily before disappearing in the space between Crowley's eyes. Once the hellfire had been completely removed from the angel's wound, Crowley collapsed, Aziraphale catching him with the hand already placed on his back and allowing the demon to use his chest as a resting spot. Aziraphale couldn't quite explain the feeling of the hellfire being extracted from his chest, but it was a good kind of hurt, a relief. The angel closed his eyes and rested with the demon, they both needed it.
After an hour or so of silence, Muriel decided to check on them. They walked out slowly and smiled brightly at the sight. Crowley had shown them once how to take a selfie, so they picked up his phone and messed around with it until they got the camera flipped. They took a quick photo and set the phone back down before sneaking off to the back once more.
Crowley woke up first, realizing what had happened, his cheeks became hot and he quickly sat up. This, of course, woke Aziraphale. "Did it.. work?" Crowley murmured, he was looking the other way, completely aware that he was bright red. "Yes, thank you again, dear." Aziraphale smiled and took Crowley's hand. "Now please, let me tell you how I felt that day?"
"..okay." Crowley was nervous, but he knew they had to talk about it at some point. "Look, let's save all of the Heaven stuff for another time? I uhm.." he looked away, hands shaking and his back turned to the couch. "I'm not ready to talk about that." Crowley reached up and turned Aziraphale's head to face him again. "Of course." He smiled, a warm, comforting smile, which was odd coming from Crowley, but Aziraphale loved it. "When you kissed me.." Crowley turned bright red again, his ears and cheeks burning. "I don't know why I said that. I didn't want to say that." The angel looked Crowley in the eyes, "I wanted to tell you how I felt about you, how I've always felt about you, how I still feel about you." Aziraphale set his free hand on Crowley's shoulder. "I wanted to tell you that I love you."
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Ineffable reunion
أدب الهواةMy first ever fic, this takes place directly after season 2 episode 6. I try to keep it to what I think could be canon/realistic to the story. I'm writing this as I go so any suggestions are welcome.
