The Ineffable Love

Call

"Crowely?" Aziraphale asked.

"Well who the bloody hell would it be, you called my number." Crowely answered, he was in the middle of watering his plants.

"Well yes of course it's you." Stupid Aziraphale, that was stupid. "I was wondering if you'd like to- I uh I have something important to tell you."

"So spit it out then angel."

Aziraphale's heart melted a little. That's what he was, yes of course, but there was something chaotically sweet in the way this demon, Antony J. Crowely, said it. It was enough to make his chest tighten and his throat close.

"I can't, not over the phone. Can we uh, go somewhere tommorow maybe?"

"Aziraphale, is something wrong?" Crowely asked. Sure Aziraphale called him to invite him places often but he hasn't been this worried since the Antichrist was born.

"No, nothing is wrong at all." The angel laughed nervously. "Let's just meet in the park tomorrow afternoon."

"Alright angel. I'll be there." Crowely said before hanging up.

What the hell is to with him? Crowely thought.

Either way an evening with an angel always sounded lovely to Crowely. He'll have to put his plans to take down Instagram and Facebook on hold for the day. Even if he loved how pissed the humans got. He wondered why Aziraphale called so suddenly. It couldn't escape his mind.

Aziraphale was usually straight forward about things. Even if he was a little annoyingly good about it.

"What could that angel be playing at?" Crowely asked the plants who of course didn't respond.

He lowered his glasses reveling his unentertained yellow eyes at them.

"No answer then, huh." Crowely lifted his glasses again and put down his spay bottle before sitting at his desk.

He thought about the adorable little angel. Really? Adorable? Have I gone soft? He imagined Aziraphale's skin being soft. It had to be. Everything about him was perfect. Why do these feelings surface now? He had plenty of time to talk to Aziraphale about them. But they didn't. It must have been the war that loomed over them, or perhaps fear of being caught. But those are gone now. All that left is the two of them, on Earth, with their feelings.