one shots - ineffable husbands

taste test

-Aziraphale's POV-
Crowley and I were comfortably drinking together in the back room of my bookstore. Crowley was trying - really trying - to explain to me why he thought turning the holy water in the nearby church into white vinegar would be absolutely hilarious. "Y..you see, when...when the pastor man, or whatever, throws the water, it's not water...it's vinegar," This sentence was followed by scattered chuckles.'Crowley only has one braincell at this point,' I thought.

"Crowley," I spoke, my soft voice cutting through the utter chaos currently swirling around in the mind of the demon. "I think it's time for you to get sober." "Nah, no-" he paused to hiccup, "I'm...I'm fine, fine. Anyway, where was I? I was talking about the, the...hmm. The vinegar! Yeah, that's it..." Crowley's incessant muttering was starting to get out of hand. "Crowley. I mean it, you have to get sober, or-" "Or?" Crowley was suddenly interested. Since the First Day of the Rest Of Their Lives, we had been free to do whatever they want. Crowley wanted me, and his numerous attempts to hide it were of poor performance. I mean, I wanted him too, but I tried to hide it better, at least. 

"Or..." I didn't exactly have an idea of what I was going to do, and said "Or, I'll kiss you." I felt my blood rise quickly to my cheeks. Did I just ask Crowley to kiss me? Perhaps I hadn't been as sober as I thought... Crowley looked over at me. "Okay." Crowley got up from his seat on my couch, placed his dark glasses on the edge of my desk, and walked over to me. I looked up at him as he wrapped his long arms around my waist. Whatever feeling was boiling, deep in my stomach - love, perhaps? - I enjoyed it.

"Kiss me then." I looked up at Crowley. "Wh..what? You, why do you want me to kiss you? Could you explain...that...please?" I was growing more and more flustered with each second. I couldn't help but stare at his lips. "Because I've wanted you to kiss me for 6,000 years," and with that, Crowley kissed me with every ounce of passion he had.

Crowley tasted like the smoke from a burning fire, and wine as red as blood. He tasted like strawberries dipped in dark chocolate and cinnamon. He tasted beautiful. I felt the fireworks go off inside my stomach, slipped my arms around his waist, and let myself sink below him.

-Crowley's POV-
'Is Aziraphale kissing me? I'm kissing him. I'm kissing Aziraphale, the love of my life. This is amazing. My lips are on his. His are on mine.' My thoughts were scattered, but I couldn't help myself. The chaos previously occupying my mind was replaced with a string of panicked sentences. 'Shut up, Crowley. Just enjoy it.'

Aziraphale tasted like aged vanilla with dusty undertones, and white peaches. He tasted like chamomile tea with a splash of cream or sugar, and the early morning breeze that comes through the window. He tasted beautiful. I felt him become submissive beneath me, and I moved him down onto the couch. I moved my hands up to around his neck and pulled him closer. 

After a few more pleasant moments, I moved my hand to the buttons on Aziraphale's shirt. I broke the kiss long enough to ask him, "Do you want to..." "Erm, maybe not today," he replied. He got up to straighten his coat. "Th...that was lovely, though." I understood Azi wasn't ready for what came next. I had already waited 6,000 years, I can wait for a little bit longer, especially for my angel. 

"Anytime," I said with a wink. Aziraphale sat back down next to me, and buried his head in my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him, and we listened to the quiet crackling of the fireplace as we drifted off to sleep together.