Ineffable reunion

Waistcoat

Crowley finally pulled himself together, stretching and folding away his wings. "Are you going to shower, darling?" Aziraphale gathered Crowley's hair, bringing it all back behind his shoulders. "M'yeah... made a mess on m'self here." The angel chuckled, "You go do that, I'll get dressed and clean up in here." Crowley slid off the bed, heading to the door. He grabbed his towel from the hook on the wall,  smiling at the angel and slipping into the bathroom. Crowley had made a trip to the store on the second day while Aziraphale was asleep, buying duplicates of all of his usual toiletries for the bookshop, including a black bath towel. All of Aziraphale's towels were white, of course.

Aziraphale got up and miracled all of the empty bottles away, not without a sigh, though. He grabbed the boxers from the bed, putting them back on and getting some dress pants out of the dresser. He got one of his usual shirts, reaching for where he normally kept his waistcoat. Oh.. right. He put on his spare bow tie, the same tartan one he would always wear. He sat on the bed as he slid some socks on.

The door opened, Crowley walked in, his long hair wet and sleek, his lanky corporation only wearing a black bath towel around his waist, his eyes fully golden. "Eh- Angel? Ya good?"
"You are just so beautiful. I cannot believe you're mine." Crowley laughed at the angel's comment and shocked manner. "All yours, babe." He lifted Aziraphale's chin with his index and middle finger, kissing him before heading over to the bag. "You going somewhere?"
"However do you mean?" He stammered."You're all dressed up."

"Oh!" Aziraphale shot up, excitedly. "Well I was hoping we could go to the Ritz for some lunch?" Crowley smiled, he already knew Aziraphale's plan but he wanted to hear him say it. "Sure, but your outfit is lacking." Aziraphale sighed, eyes dropping to the floor. Is he... crying? Crowley noticed an extra shine in his eyes. "Yes... Heaven- they took all of my clothes, being material objects and such... my waistcoat was the only thing I didn't have a duplicate of."
" 'ts not an issue."
"WHAT!? Yes it is! That was my WAIST COAT!" Crowley sighed, "no, no, that's not what I meant. Of course I'm sorry that they took your waistcoat, but I have something that might work for today." Aziraphale froze, feeling bad for having yelled at the demon. "...oh. I'm sorry for yelling I uh... wait... what do you mean?" Crowley pulled the carefully folded waistcoat from the bag, turning around and holding it up for Aziraphale. "Crowley..." the angel hugged the demon, the demon hugging him back and his towel falling. "How'd you know they took it?"
"Didn't. Bought this after you'd left b'cuz I saw it at the shop and it reminded me of you. Your size and everything, couldn't leave it."

Aziraphale let go, taking the waistcoat from Crowley and putting it on. It definitely wasn't the same as the last one, but he loved it just as much. "Look at you, you're gorgeous." Aziraphale's eyes shot up at Crowley's, "that's what you said about-"
"The stars, mhm."
"You know, I had thought you were talking about me... truly quite embarrassing."
"Maybe I hadn't been then, but I am now." He leaned in, kissing his Angel's nose. "Now imma get dressed." He turned back around, sliding on some boxers and tight faux leather pants. Aziraphale took quite the pleasure in watching his demon squeeze them over his hips. "I know you're watching, 'ngel."
"Possibly, but maybe you're tempting me, demon." He slapped the demon's ass, knowing it'd get a rise out of him before heading out of the room. "You cheeky fucking BASTARD!"
"See you downstairs, darling!"