My 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.
Crowley made his way downstairs to find that Aziraphale had discovered the plant. The demon had decided on a dark red blouse, with long baggy sleeves that were cuffed neatly at the ends. He had tucked it in to the faux leather pants and left the top few buttons undone, wearing a silver chain. (The blouse is 100% based on Stede's "cursed" blouse from Our Flag Means Death.) He pulled his hair half up into a bun, and the other half down, displaying his well-kept curls. He had pierced his ears a decade or so back for his "nanny" role in Warlock's life, and he had started to occasionally collect earrings ever since, never wearing them. Until today, today he decided to wear hook earrings with silver carved feathers attached to the ends. He put on his sunglasses, and strutted over to his Angel.
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"You like your plant, Angel?" "Why yes! It's quite lo-" Aziraphale had looked up at Crowley, nearly fainting at the sight. "You like the outfit?" Aziraphale moved some of Crowley's hair to the side, looking at his earring. "Dear, what if people try to take you!" Crowley pulled his hair over to one shoulder, "mark me, then they'll know who I belong to, yeah?" Aziraphale grinned, kissing the demon's neck, their hands intertwined.
He stepped back as he admired the hickey he'd made. "Mine." Crowley laughed, moving his hair back to its original position. "All yours. Now let's go, Angel." Aziraphale led them to the Bentley, who became yellow, filling Aziraphale with joy. "No! You're not-" Aziraphale was giving Crowley the puppy eyes, like a child would. "Fine. Why do you even like it so much?" Aziraphale tilted Crowley's shades down, locking eyes with him. "Oh.." he blushed, opening the door for Aziraphale. He stepped in, barely squeezing into the seat, having to adjust it back. Crowley climbed into the driver's seat. "Was someone else in here, love?" Crowley looked at him, "no- why, jealous?" Aziraphale scoffed. "Of course I'd be jealous. I asked because the seat was messed up." Crowley laughed taking the angel's hand and kissing it. "No, babe, I was moving some plants around. Oh, to the Ritz, please." Aziraphale's head whipped to the side to face Crowley. " 'Please'?" He exclaimed, that goofy grin was back on his face. "You've corrupted me, Angel." Aziraphale laughed and the Bentley began to drive. "Hello, could we get some music, dear?" Aziraphale talked to the Bentley like a dog ever since he'd seen Crowley talk to her that way. The Bentley really liked Aziraphale, she listened, playing "Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy" by Queen. Crowley blushed, knowing he'd played this song too many times when imagining his Angel. Aziraphale had never heard this song, but he noticed that Crowley seemed to know it very well, faintly mouthing the lyrics, not even noticing he had been. Aziraphale listened intently,
And tell me how do you feel right after all~
Aziraphale smiled, thinking about their confessions, and how good it felt to speak the truth to Crowley.
I'd like for you and I to go romancing~
Say the word, your wish is my command~
He looked at Crowley, who was looking forward at the road, still singing very quietly.
When I'm not with you, think of you always~
Oh... that one hurt.
Dining at the Ritz we'll meet at nine, precisely~
Aziraphale knew for a fact that Crowley had asked him to meet at the Ritz at nine on more than one occasion.
I will pay the bill, you taste the wine~
Aziraphale looked at Crowley again, who was already looking at the angel. That's what they did after escaping Armageddon. Crowley tasted all of the wine, and Aziraphale got the bill.
Driving back in style in my saloon will do quite nicely~
Crowley set his hand on Aziraphale's thigh.
Just take me back to yours, that will be fine~
Aziraphale set his hand on top of Crowley's hand on his thigh.
Everything's alright, just hold on tight~
That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boyyy~
"How many time have you listened to this song, exactly?" Crowley blushed even more. "A lot, considering I helped write it..." "You... you what." Aziraphale was beyond shocked. "I was rather good friends with Freddie. I talked about you to him a lot. So he offered to collaborate on a song, I'd get to listen to it forever, but I wouldn't get any credit, because it would blow my cover and put me and you both in danger. I was fine with it, I'm not a musician at all, but talking with Freddie so much made it easy for him to take it to the team and write something up. I had them tweak a few parts but... here we are." Crowley was looking into Aziraphale's eyes. They joined at the lips, gentle and caring, before the Bentley parked.
