The Ineffiable Pair

The Tourists Part II; Italy

Flourence Italy: the beautiful water passages, the fancy bistros, the old yet respectable architecture; could this trip get any better?? Well, better if it weren't for the fact that if I kiss Crowley I'll become a demon... Aziraphale quietly thought to himself.
However, the angel was suddenly snapped out of his daze when he caught the demon, Crowley, staring at him intently as the walked through the town.
"Is everything okay my dear?" the angels questions, suspectingly.
Crowley blinks, blushes, then looks away. "Sorry..." he mumbles just loud enough for the angel to hear.
Aziraphales cheeks take on a light pink before offering the demon a warm smile and his hand.
Crowley stares at the hand. Satan be damned, his skin in perfect... He hasn't a single legible flaw on his entire body, everything chizzled to perfection and soft as that of a newborn... well, maybe not everything...
Crowley snickered and took Aziraphales hand in his own, fingers intertwining, neither being keen on every letting go.
"Aziraphale..?" Crowley asks nervously.
"Yes, Crowley?" Aziraphale slows down the walking pace, looking into the demons snake eyes now.
"Your eyes... they sparkle like the ocean... they're beautiful..." Crowley murmers through red cheeks.
The angel giggles, taking Crowleys other hand into his other now, holding both hands tight amd close to his heart. "Well I for one am in love with yours, I mean, they're unlike any other in the whole world!! They're you, and whenever I see them I know I'm with the real Crowley, and really that makes me happier than anything," the angel says through a massive grin, nearly hiding his eyes behind a squint.
"Really? Nobodys ever said that about... my eyes... before... Usually when people see them they become... well... fearful, to say the least. I've been called a freak-" suddenly, the demon was interrupted by a pair of soft, angelic lips resting on the demons cheek, extremely close to his own.
"Crowley, dear, listen to these words very carefully. You are not a freak," the angel whispers, their foreheads resting on the others.
The demon speaks, tearing up now, "what did I do to deserve such an angel in my life?"
"Only if you can explain what I did to deserve this darling," Aziraphale says, booping Crowley on the nose before letting one of the demons hands go, and continuing on their journey through the city.
"Aziraphale look!! Italian icecream!!" The demon shouted, letting go of the angels hand and running at full speed towards the poor unsuspecting icecream man.
Aziraphale chuckles. "How can a demon be so damned cute?" He thought aloud.
"HEY!! I heard that!! For your information I am not cute, I'm just unclassically charming!" the demon shouted back at him, causing the angel to break out in laughter.
"Okay, okay, whatever you say, Crowley." Crowley blushes.
Once they had both made it to the icecream stand, Crowley orders a tall vanilla cone for the two to share, remembering vanilla to be the angels favorite flavor.
After they had finished, they continue to walk on until they make it to their hotel. Without warning, Crowleys lifts the angel over his shoulder, throwing him onto their bed once they had somehow made it to their room without a hitch.
"C-crowley?" the angel stutters, blushing like mad at the many thoughts flashing through his head of what the demon could possibly be thinking.
Crowley smirks, "don't worry, silly angel, I just thought it wouldn't hurt to give our legs a rest." Crowley then climbs on top of the angel, resting his head in the crook of Aziraphales neck, before whispering, "I wouldn't do that to you... yet."
The angels swallows loud, blushing more intensely then he ever had before.
This demon will be the end of me...