Tickety-Boo (Ineffable Husbands Week 2019)

6: A Mini Holiday (3,000 Words)

Crowley and Aziraphale needed a break. Not from each other, but their surroundings. The main reason was to get out of the shop and the flat after the whole 'cleansing situation' from the previous month. They needed to do something different to entertain themselves. The subject came up over dinner one night, the one time they weren't in a restaurant. Crowley had insisted Aziraphale come over so he could cook for him. Really though, it was so the angel would grace the flat with his presence. It always felt homier when he was there.

"How's your duck, angel?" Asked the demon from across the table.

Aziraphale beamed at him. "Delicious. You truly are improving, my dear. Or just getting better at hiding the taste of your little miracles when it comes to food." He said knowingly. Nine times out of ten, Crowley would simply snap his fingers to complete any mundane task or solve some kind of problem.

"You may never know. Unless you watch me while I do it."

"And how might I do that? By the time I show up, you're already taking the meal out of the oven." Aziraphale said, gently dabbing his mouth with a napkin.

Crowley shrugged, taking a sip of wine. "Perfect timing. I'm not surprised you turn up right when the food's ready to be served. You practically worship it. Why bother waiting around to eat when you can just show up and eat immediately?"

"I should show up earlier next time. Maybe I could help you. Might be fun." Replied the angel.

Crowley grinned playfully from behind his wineglass. "More fun than your magic act, I guarantee it."

"Hush, you cheeky snake." Said the blond, moving his own glass forward so Crowley could pour him some more.

A silence fell over as they finished the meal and drank. It was a nice silence, comfortable, but it did get boring after a while. So Crowley decided to just throw out the suggestion of taking a little vacation, getting out of London, even if was just for one day.

"Been a while since we've been to Scotland. What do you think? Up for it?" He asked, tapping his fingernails rhythmically atop the table.

The angel stopped drinking to think it over. He looked like he was making a mental list of some kind because he'd tilt, nod or shake his head at whatever it is he was thinking. Finally, he gave him a soft smile. "That sounds lovely, darling."

The rest of their night was pleasant. They didn't really talk or plan anything in relation to the trip, leaving it for the day they left. Not anything new, they tended to do things as they went along these days. Winging it seemed to come natural to them.

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Crowley carried the angel's bags into the backseat of his car like a complete gentleman. He would've liked to miracle it into the vehicle but there were too many people around and this wasn't something to stop time for. They made sure they weren't missing anything, Aziraphale locked up the shop and entered the Bentley.

"So, what do you want to do? Sight seeing? Food tasting? Shopping for irrelevant knickknacks?" Asked Crowley as they sped through the countryside.

The angel shrugged. "I wouldn't be opposed to any of those options. We can do all three if you like."

"Great. Are we getting a hotel room? Renting a house by the water? Sleeping in the Bentley?" Was his next question. He had turned his face and was looking right at the principality.