Demons taste like bourbon
It was one of those times when Crowley would just show up at the bookshop, a bottle of freshly buyed wine in his hand and a gift for Aziraphale in the other.
This time it was his favorite chocolate...
Aziraphale would always sigh and shake his head but close the shop and sit with the demon in the back willingly.
He would enjoy the wine and the gift and get Crowley something to drink too. This time it was bourbon...
Crowley slouched himself down on the couch while Aziraphale set himself down at one end, posture as straight as always.
The demon had put on some music and was pretty much enjoying himself after a few drinks and the angel had also started giggling and talking shit.
"you know Angel, I think you're really cute", Crowley said not very clearly
The blonde blushed heavily, "well you are quite temting yourself demon",
He giggled.
Crowley frowned, "you realize Angel is actually a term of endearment right?" now the angel was burning redder then hellfire, though it could have been because of the alcohol.
"Whales have quite big brains you know", Crowley changed the topic in his drunken state. You have to know Angels and demons can sober up by themselves but both Crowley and Aziraphale are in a state where they either don't want it or are not able to.
"Kraken!", Aziraphale statet, "great big bugger". The demon laughed at that, the angel was just too cute for him to process. He stood up to get another bottle of whatever but immediately stumbled nearly falling. He would have though, if Aziraphale wasn't there to hold him up. Crowley looked up at the angel who was now slightly above him becouse of the distance they had had from each other, but now there was nothing left of that. Their faces where just inches apart and Aziraphale could feel the demons hot breath on his face,which looked him in the eye and then without a warning put his lips on the angels. The blonde was so overwhelmed he needed a while to respond but when he did, the kiss quickly got heated even though the two were exhausted.
"Crowley I-I- wha-"
"oh shut it Angel"
"you taste like bourbon", the Angel giggled
The demon chuckled at how adorable that actually was and grabbed Aziraphales hand and dragged him upstairs into the bedroom now surprisingly stable.
The kiss got heated again and Crowley got rid of his jacket, tie and shirt which made the angel stare at him in hunger.
The redhead took a few steps forward towards the angel until there were only inches between them, kissing him again and loosening his bowtie.
He went on also pulling the angels clothes of, while Aziraphales hands roamed over the demons chest.
As they both just were in their underwear Crowley pushed the blonde onto the bed, crawling on top of him and kissing his neck.
But he didn't want this... Wait clearly he wanted this but not the way it was happening, he wanted it to be real, to be honest and most importantly to be remembered, so he stopped his movements and set up beside the angel.
"Angel we... We should probably sober up or we are going to have a massive hangover... It's also getting really late and I'm tired"
Aziraphale looked at him confused.
"I don't want you to regret this", Crowleys voice was filled with honesty and agony, "and I also want to remember it, Angel... This... This is special to me", he added with a slight blush.
The angel nodded and they both sobered up immediately falling asleep in each others arms out of exhaustion.
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So yeah another Good omens one... Just love these two idiots!
Hope you liked it, prepare for a part two!
