Ineffable Husbands One Shots

the speed that you moved

"I'm ready angel! Are you ready?"

"Nearly, my dearest," Aziraphale called from the back room of the bookshop, folding up his reading glasses neatly.

"Here!" Crowley said, entering the back room like a firecracker. "I brought you your coat."

"Thank you, love," Aziraphale said, chuckling as Crowley attempted to help him get the coat on. Eventually, he gave up and let Aziraphale do the rest, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

"What is all this hurry about, darling?" Aziraphale asked, straightening his coat.

"I'm hungry."

Aziraphale laughed. "You are not. You have never been hungry in your life!"

Crowley slithered to his angel, wrapping his arms around his waist, "I assssssure you, I have," he hissed, pulling Aziraphale flush against him.

"Oh, alright, alright," the angel said, teasingly batting away Crowley's advances.

"'M just. Excited!" Crowley said, getting as close as any serpentine demon ever had to an enthused little hop.

Aziraphale smiled fondly at his demon.

"And, the restaurant has been open for an hour!"

The angel let out a surprised scoff. "And it shall continue to be open for five more hours! There truly is no rush, my dearest."

"Argh, Angel!" Crowley leaned his head back and groaned in mild exasperation.

"What, my love?" Aziraphale was the epitome of patience.

"I just want to go. Can we go?" Crowley asked, looking as though he was about to dance out of his skin.

"Yes, darling," Aziraphale said, chuckling.

"Mmm!" Crowley hummed excitedly, nearly squealing. His body moved in a way that was somewhere between a slither and a bounce, quickly closing the space between him and Aziraphale, before kissing him.

The kiss was fast, imprecise, and awkward. It was more than a peck but less than a satisfying kiss.

When Crowley pulled away, Aziraphale felt confused. He shook his head slightly, brow scrunching incredulously, before gently taking his demon's face in his hands.

Crowley's golden eyes widened slightly as Aziraphale deliberately brought his face toward his own.

The angel kissed him with intention, moving his lips slowly and caringly against the demon's. He took his time with him, holding him close and pressing deeper into his mouth with a firm purpose, their lips gliding. Aziraphale's tongue peaked out for just a moment, swiping across Crowley's top lip. The demon gasped slightly, breaking their kiss for a moment, but Aziraphale pulled him back in.

The angel kissed him deeply, slowly, and carefully, only pulling away when he was ready.

Crowley's eyes were blazingly gold, his irises had expanded to take up the entirety of his visible eyes. He leaned his forehead against Aziraphale's and let out a relaxed breath. "Thank you."

Aziraphale carded a finger through the hair at the base of his love's neck. "Whatever for, my darling?"

"For slowing me down."

Aziraphale tensed. They had had this conversation before. It had been painful to work through their feelings in the 1960s, especially when they couldn't openly talk about the multitude of circumstances that were transpiring for each of them. "Crowley, I didn't-- that's not what I was trying to do," he said, a little deflated.

Crowley backed away to get a better look at Aziraphale, taking his face in his hands. "No, Angel, I mean it. I can move quickly sometimes, and... I love your deliberate pace. You're not too slow, and I'm not too fast," he stroked a thumb over the angel's cheek.

Aziraphale's lips quirked up at Crowley knowing what had been pulling at his heartstrings. "Okay. Thank you, dear boy. You know, you really are so ni-"

Crowley silenced Aziraphale with a kiss but smiled into his mouth. He pulled away, his smile becoming a grin. "I know what I am. Now, can we please go?"

"Yes, my love, we can," the angel's words dripped with fondness.

Crowley's smile widened, as he took Aziraphale's hand and led him to the Bentley.