Tickety-Boo (Ineffable Husbands Week 2019)

3: A Tad Bit Uncoordinated (1,000 Words)

Neither one of them was the most elegant when it came to walking. Aziraphale moved normally, while Crowley did anything but. Looking at them, you'd think the redhead would be the one who constantly tripped over his own feet on a daily basis. And, in fact, that was the case most of the time, he'd just play it off and keep going. You wouldn't think it was the stockier gentleman who was always by his side. And yet, recently anyway, Aziraphale was always picking himself off the ground or having Crowley lend him a hand.

The first time it happened, they were out in St. James Park. A normal stroll, nothing out of the ordinary, and as far as the demon was aware, the most normal of incidents. There were a few children running along, chasing each other, not being aware of their surroundings. One of them crashed right into the angel, sending them both down onto the damp grass below. It took every fiber of Crowley's being to stop himself from hissing at the young boy for running over his partner like that. No one was hurt, clothes weren't ruined, and the child apologized to Aziraphale before sprinting back to his little group of friends. It was simple, not worrisome in the slightest and the two supernatural entities continued chatting along as they made their way from one end of the park to the other.

The second time was just a few days after the first. This time they were in a local plant nursery. Aziraphale had insisted Crowley get some flowers to add to the flat's garden and the demon figured it'd be alright, so long as these new plants were as obedient as the ones he currently owned. As they browsed the shelves and tables of the shop, looking at the different types of flowers, the angel slipped. The apparent cause for this was a small puddle under one of the tables which was now spilling into the visible part of the floor. Crowley was quick to pull up Aziraphale, inspecting him to make sure he was alright. He also miracle'd away the water so it wouldn't happen again. Once he knew he was fine, they picked some calla-lilies, some roses, even a small hibiscus bush, and left the nursery.

The third time did not feel as isolated. It was to be expected, they were ice-skating. Adam had invited them along for Pepper's birthday party and The Them insisted they join them on the frozen lake. They assumed the angel would be able to do fancy tricks and spins on top of the ice. They were very much wrong. Most of the time he spent on the ice, he was latched onto Crowley (not that the demon had a problem with that). Somehow, Crowley managed to keep him up on his feet for most of the day but the principality inevitably fell. At least this time, it had been into Crowley's arms and not any hard surface.

The fourth time was in St. James Park again, only this time, there was more embarrassment to be had. They were having a picnic. Everything had been pleasant up until when they were about to leave. Aziraphale tumbled backwards as he stood, thanks to the blanket they had placed on the grass, and he almost fell into the duck pond. Some people who witnessed this found it amusing, some were just as concerned for him as Crowley was, and others simply thought it was cute seeing a couple 'that old' still going out on picnic dates.

By the fifth time, the serpent knew there was something off about the angel. This time, it had happened in the bookshop, a place they both knew in incredible detail. If it had been over something new, maybe it could've just been another accident, but it wasn't. It was caused by a small pile of books which had been there for literal decades and had never been an issue before today.

"Seriously angel, what's gotten into you lately?" The demon asked as he lifted him off the floor and dusted him off. "I feel like I'm picking you up from the ground on a regular basis now!"

It happened, he finally took the bait and Aziraphale could not hold back that little mischievous grin he had mastered over the centuries. "Well, I suppose it's quite obvious that I've really fallen for you, dear." He told him, covering his mouth to hold in his giggling.

Crowley's facial expression changed as soon as he heard the 'f' word. He had been holding the principality gently, as if he was a fragile little thing. However, after the joke was made, he proceeded to push him down onto the sofa behind him with force.

"Oh, for fuck's sake! You're really proud of that one, aren't you?" He exclaimed as he started to pace around the shop. Now Aziraphale was laughing full-heartedly on the old couch as the demon glared at him, shaking his head. It made sense though. Of course Aziraphale would put time and effort into a dumb little pun to get on Crowley's nerves. And, of course, it took much longer than it should've for Crowley to realize it was a joke.

Eventually he sat next to him and placed an arm over him, giving him the type of hug that said 'I can't believe you're that stupid but I love you for it'. Still not believing, and at the same time fully believing, that the angel went through all that trouble for a simple pun. The pudgy being laid his head on Crowley's shoulder, leaning into him comfortably like one would a pillow and the hellion, soft as ever, placed a gentle kiss on the angel's forehead.

I'll gladly take this kind of falling from your part over the one I had to endure. You silly, blessed angel...  He thought to himself before Aziraphale began to talk about his newest literary acquisition.