The Ineffable Love

The Ritz

Now if the Nightingale sang in Berkeley Square then there was bound to be more changes right? In their opinion, it was most definitely a yes. That Sunday was filled with champagne, shared between they angel and demon. There was a lack of conversation, but they supposed that's what happens when you've come face to face with the end of the world, or it could have been the way Aziraphale looked at Crowley.

"What? Something on my face?" Crowley asked finally.

Aziraphale quickly looked away. "No nothing." Aziraphale went back to eating his soup.

"In all of 6,000 years your appetite has not ceased angel."

"Well, I do enjoy a good meal every now and again, especially if you're paying." What Aziraphale really wanted to say was, "I like my meals better in your company." But he smiled anyway and went back to eating.

"How do you think they'll leave us alone?" Crowley leaned forward to ask.

"Maybe for about a century or so, my, my boss will eventually take back interest in me, what about, th-the down there?" Aziraphale asked.

"Just say hell, still such a prude." Crowley leaned back. "Non of them really care in the first place, but for me they'd make an exception. But it'll take much longer."

"I am not a prude." Aziraphale said taking a sip of champagne.

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No I am not!"

"You are, you are, you are!" Crowley said a little louder than he should have.

"Stop it Crowley. You're acting childish." Aziraphale said in a slight pout.

"Me? Childish? Never." Sarcasm dripping from the demon. "You're only saying that because you lost."

"That's it, I was going to invite you somewhere with me but never mind. Mean demon." The angel fully pouted. He didn't know that Crowely adored it.

"What was it?" Crowley asked.

"You wouldn't like it anyway."

"Don't be like that, angel." Crowley said sweetly. More sweet than anything he has said in thousands of years. The end of the world will change you in many ways I suppose.

"Fine." Aziraphale gave in. "A book fair. I plan to collect a few for the shop. I would like for you to accompany me."

"What makes you think I'd want to go to that?"

"Well, absolutely nothing apart from me asking." Aziraphale shrugged. "It's next week." He smiled.

"I'm driving."

"Please drive safely for once, you know how you make me nauseous."

"Nah, you'll be fine, don't get sick in the Bentley I just got it back." Crowley snarled.

"Ah, your snake is showing."

"Oh, shut up."

"I think we should do that picnic at some point." Aziraphale brought up. A suggestion he made in the 1960s while giving Crowely the holy water.

"We're already dining at The Ritz." Crowely mentioned.

"So what? It's not often I get to spend this much time with my best friend."

That hit Crowely in an unexpected manner. Of course they had always been friends. But now here was Aziraphale basically begging to spend more time with him. This made Crowely feel something he hadn't before. As for Aziraphale, it was his job as an angel to love all living things, Anthony J. Crowely was a living thing, there was no doubt love there, but this wasn't the same love he felt for anyone else. This was very different, and confusing for the angel.

"Are we good and done?" Asked Crowely.

"Well, yes of course." Aziraphale said.

"The let me pick up the tab." Crowely motioned over for a waiter.

Aziraphale smiled and he let Crowely pay before they left.