"Oh?" Aziraphale looked at Crowley with a patient smile, "what is it?"
Crowley stepped backwards awkwardly, "well, I kinda.. I kinda um.."
Aziraphale looked at the demon, worried, "Are you alright?"
"Wh- uh yeah. I'm good"
Crowley continued to stumble over his words, while trying to tell the oblivious angel how he felt, but now Aziraphale had seen something, or someone in the corner of his eye.
"Shi- Crowley we need to get out of here"
Crowley looked confused, then looked over in the direction Aziraphale was looking, and he saw a fairly well-presented man in a grey tracksuit, he squinted to try and recognise the figure, but to no avail,
"who the H.E double fuck is that?"
"Gabriel." Aziraphale pulled a face that can only be described as disgust, "The archangel Gabriel. Come on dear, we have to go"
Crowley smiled softly at the nickname, and nodded as they started to walk away. As they were walking, Crowley wondered where he had heard the name Gabriel before. Then he remembered.
The trial.
The archangel 'shut your stupid mouth and die already' Gabriel.
That was the most pissed off he had been for centuries, when someone was being rude to his angel.
His angel, huh.
~~
When they got back to the bookshop, they immediately flopped down on the well-worn leather sofa in the back room. Crowley grinned and reached for a bottle of wine. Hey, angel," he pointed at the bottle, "want a drink?"
Aziraphale thought for a moment, and nodded, not that it would have mattered if he did or not, as Crowley had already poured out two glasses of red wine.
~~
"Sssso," Crowley hissed slightly, "Is Gabriel the jerkbag with the purple eyes?"
"Th-the what now?"
"Isssss he the one with the purple eyes?" Crowley repeated.
"No, I under.. I understood that," Aziraphale hiccuped mid sentence, causing him to spill a small drop of wine on his shirt, "it was jus- just the.. uh.. what did you call him?"
"Jerkbag"
"Jerk...bag, right, fai- fair enough" Aziraphale hiccuped again, spilling more wine over himself, he waved a lazy hand and the stains had vanished.
"Anywaaaaay," Crowley began, "what wassss.. what wass I saying earlier?"
"Uuuh... 'm not sure."
"Probably wa- probably wasn't important then"
"Guess not."
Aziraphale looked over at Crowley, he was sat with his arm over the back of the sofa, almost around him,
if i could only get a little bit closer,
he thought to himself. So he did just that, and leaned over, resting his head on the demon's chest. Crowley turned almost as red as his hair. After a few minutes, Aziraphale was practically asleep, and Crowley was still incredibly flustered.He gingerly wrapped his arm around the cute angel,
Aw, talk about sleeping beauty,
Crowley's mind was racing, but above everything, he also felt incredibly tired, and, after a few more minutes of sitting with Aziraphale resting on him, he started to fall asleep.
So, there they were, dozing off together, both of their arms around the other, drunk (and) in love. It truly looked like a scene from a romance novel, and as they slept, they became more wrapped around each other. After being asleep for god knows how long, Crowley opened his golden eyes, and noticed the position he was in,
"Aw hell yeah"
