Unrequited

Liar Liar Pants on Fire

"Wine?" Crowley sings to Aziraphale. They sit across from each other at a trendy cafe. No one notices them because they are not human like. They may be in physicality but the two remained unseen by the eyes of the living around them.

Aziraphale softly chuckled, in respect, responding in a kind tone"No, you know I like white, not red. Same as you like scotch or whiskey. But that's besides the point. And why are you drinking at noon. Have tea with me. Actual tea, the drink. Not the meal".

Crowley leaned forwards across the table. His glowing eyes concealed by dark shaded sunglasses. He revealed a wide bright smile. The words from his mouth where snakelike slithering into Aziraphale's ear, "You can drink the tea, and I'll have you for tea later. Earl Grey please, that way while I slurp you up you'll taste more heavenly that you already are". The smile quickly faded from his lips. 

Aziraphale sat back in his chair, purposefully distancing himself from Crowley. The devil was a tease. He joked sexually, but little had he known, that his pretentiousness was adored, and more than a subtle turn on.   

Later

"OOH!!!!" Aziraphale shrieked nearly falling over. He blacked out coming back to his senses. He lay on the ground, grass of some kind. His Blue eyes lifted to see his favourite Demon, Crowley standing over him. 

Crowley rubs the dimple in his chin, his swirling red and yellow eyes appear shocked for once. He has no shades on. That's odd. He calmly states the obvious,"I did the thing again". 

"No," Aziraphale corrects him "that thing, is when you set me on fire". He sits up dusts off his brilliant white wings, and matching white suit. "Why do you do that!? it's likened to a response of an embarrassed boy who is trying to hide his tent pole in his trousers". 

Crowley retorts "That's just mean".

"Well you can't hide it. Those tight trousers you wear. So much black in your wardrobe. Try a little white or something lighter".

"Okay, I'll try you on. I mean, well oh never you mind".

Aziraphale stands to his feet he followed after Crowley's thin, dark, frame. Crowley, So often he wanders off, as if deep in thought, or perhaps he just doesn't care about the consequences of his actions.

"Stop it!" Aziraphale shouts, stomping his foot in protest. "Stop right there. You'r such a pain in the you know what". He stood in front of Crowley, "you are not truthful about something. Is it me?"

Crowley's eyes avoided the angelic presence before him. He wanted to take a dip in the oceanic blue eyes of the blonde haired man. Such a cute man- a word he could say inside his head, never out loud. Crowley mussed at Aziraphale's blonde, whitish hair, it had a natural curl at the ends of each perfectly placed strand upon his head. 

Aziraphale had that look,it was irresistible, a characteristic facial expression- the flesh between his brows creased before they met at the center of his face. He was frustrated. Crowley found it quite fun to watch his companions expressions while he was teased or annoyed. Crowley paused then continued walking off leaving Aziraphale by his lonesome. 

Crowley appeared to have no care for his only friend. When in fact he cared, more than just the word meant alone. They had saved the world from an apocalypse after all. Yet he could not show his feeling for his dear friend.

He remembered the many times he watched the angelic man, by simply tipping his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose: a silent admiration. The slight plump man had a cute round face, with sparkling wide eyes.

"Where's he gone now?" Crowley grumbled under his breath. "probably the library". Aziraphales favorite place. The place of documented miracles and humans- such a mystery.  

Crowley wandered through isles after isles, finding his rose in white. He tipped his glasses. Taking a long stare at the back of his neck, at a spot under Aziraphales hairline. He wanted to run a finger or two up the mans neck. He took extra care to hide his actions from angelic Aziraphale. 

But Aziraphale noticed Crowley this time. His round face turned a delightful shade of pink. Crowley's hair newly trimmed hair had a noticeable fiery glow as his eyes often did. Before Aziraphale could muster up a few words to say Crowley had yet again turned and walked away.

- To Be Continued