May I Have This Dance?

The Rest of Their Lives

Disclaimer: Good Omens, along with its characters, locations, etc. are the property of Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. If I owned the rights to it, I wouldn't still be desperate to meet the man that I absolutely ADORE: David Tennant.

Chapter Summary: After the Apocalypse is averted and Crowley and Aziraphale successfully fooled Heaven and Hell into leaving them alone, they are sitting in the back of the bookshop, sipping wine, listening to old records, and reminiscing. And Crowley feels that well-known desire to pull Aziraphale in his arms and slow dance. This time, he gives in and allows himself to reach out for his friend...

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May I Have This Dance?

Chapter 6: The Rest of Their Lives

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Crowley was completely, utterly astonished. He absolutely couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that they had won. He and Aziraphale, Adam and the Them, Shadwell and Madam Tracy, Anathema Device and Newton Pulsifer... they had won.

They had stopped the four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, had even stopped Satan himself.

Crowley had hardly allowed himself a breath for the last eleven years, working tirelessly to stop the Apocalypse. Every second that he wasn't nannying Warlock or coming up with a game plan with Aziraphale, he was worrying himself to death about what would happen if Heaven or Hell found out about what they were doing or what would happen if they didn't stop the war or...

Crowley could finally breathe again.

Because the Earth was saved, and he and Aziraphale were still alive to enjoy it – together.

Then, he was being carted off to Heaven, wearing Aziraphale's face, and he couldn't breathe again because dear God, Aziraphale was going to Hell and the demons might try to kill him with something other than holy water and what if they try something else after the holy water and what if...

Crowley felt like he was choking on air until the moment he saw his own body walking toward him in St. James's Park. Then, he let himself breathe again, because yes, finally, they didn't have to worry about the war or their Head Offices or anybody interfering with their daily activities. They could just be them, for the rest of time.

Crowley allowed himself to smile freely as he and Aziraphale swapped their bodies back, allowed himself to bask in the thought that they were finally free.

As their dined at the Ritz, Crowley couldn't help but feel like this was the first day of the rest of their lives. They got to be themselves, they didn't have to be the pawns of Heaven and Hell anymore.

As Crowley lifted his glass to Aziraphale's and toasted "to the world," he was fully aware that he was toasting to more than the Earth. Because, while this planet, and the humans, and his car, and everything else that was saved from the Apocalypse was important to him, there was one thing, one being, that truly meant the world to him.

And when Aziraphale clinked his glass against his, when the angel said "to the world" with love woven into every inch of the statement, Crowley let himself hope that they could finally be together. They no longer had to fear Heaven or Hell or the Apocalypse... nothing was stopping the two of them from doing whatever they wanted.

And right now, Crowley wanted nothing more than Aziraphale.

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After they (or, rather, Aziraphale) ate to their hearts content, the two of them made their way back to the bookshop to indulge in wine and reminisce about their friendship of six millennia.