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The Anniversary
Crowley was 10 minutes early for their date. He parked the Bentley in its usual spot and took a look around. Most of the stores were closed at this hour, it was Sunday afternoon after all and everything was rather peaceful in the usually busy neighbourhood. The Bookshop was also closed but there were lights inside and Crowley could see the angel moving around totally oblivious of the demon watching him from outside.
8 minutes before their date, and suddenly Crowley was becoming rather agitated. He straightened his grey scarf and threaded his hand along his always perfect red hair, trying to make himself even more presentable for the date.
Their date, he thought and a soft smile spread across his face. He leaned on the Bentley and crossed his hands. So that’s what they were doing now; they were going on dates apparently. After all they have been living together for two months already and Crowley had never been happier in his whole existence. They were finding their own pace together, enjoying their time doing what most human couples would do, long strolls at St. James Park, watching films, having casual conversations about everything, sometimes staying awake the whole night.
Things they were actually doing for the last 6.000 years but then again this time they were doing them as a couple and that made the whole difference after all. The angel was even trying to indulge himself in sleeping but only because that meant he could spend more time with Crowley wrapped around him, as he explained to the demon with a tender voice that made Crowley’s heart flicker to nonexistence and back.
And the sex....oh Satan the sex was amazing, Crowley thought, as the smile on his face grew longer. Since the angel had admitted his feelings for the demon he proved to be insatiable and most of the times he couldn’t keep his hands away from him; not that Crowley would ever complain about that of course. After their first, a bit clumsy he would admit time, they were finding new ways to pleasure each other but what made Crowley full of awe was the fact that they fit each other so perfectly, as if their connection was part of the ineffable scheme itself. As if they were meant to be together from the beginning. Deep inside he believed that to be true; they were supposed to be together and now that they finally were, he wasn’t planning to lose any more precious time. He felt his cheeks burning up and his cock twisted slightly against his tight jeans as he was thinking of the angel’s body;
“Pull yourself together demon....it’s our anniversary after all and there is a date about to happen”, he whispered to himself, as he opened the Bentley’s back door to grab the flowers he had picked up for his angel.
Because now, apparently, they were doing anniversaries as well. If it was up to him he would gladly spend tonight, as well as every other night, in the bookshop, clinging around the angel, enjoying the warmth of his body and seeking new ways to have fun….oh and fun could have so many different interpretations the demon thought.
But Aziraphale was dropping hints the whole week and he wasn’t being subtle at all about this. So there it was, they were officially together, a group of the two of them for two months now and Aziraphale wanted to celebrate this somehow and usually what the angel wants….the angel gets...
That being the case he made reservations for the Ritz and got flowers and even bought a special gift for the angel and this morning, right before leaving the bookshop, he leaned over Aziraphale and pressed a soft kiss on his forehead before officially asking him out.
“How about dinner at the Ritz tonight angel? I can come and pick you up around seven if that’s fine”.
Aziraphale looked at him puzzled;
“Pick me up? My dear you do realize that we are leaving together don’t you?”
“Well yeah....but it wouldn’t be much of a date if I didn’t pick you up” said Crowley, lowering his voice, visibly blushing.
“A date? Really?” The angel sounded excited.
“A date at the Ritz, well I….I will be ready at seven then dear”, said the angel and before Crowley walked away he grabbed him by his jacket and kissed him passionately.
“Until seven then dear” …the demon nearly slumped against the door on his way out.
2 minutes before their date and Crowley checked himself one last time on the side mirror of the Bentley; he was looking ok, he thought.
He was looking more than ok of course. If someone could observe the way Aziraphale was staring at Crowley when he thought the demon wasn’t looking, one would be inclined to describe this gaze as pure adoration…well…combined with utter lust to be honest.
The angel was enchanted by the amber eyes and the stylish red hair of course, but everything about Crowley was making him growl with anticipation and he was surprised by the fact that he grew even more possessive every minute they spend together, every day they woke up on the same bed, every time the demon was falling asleep with his head on his lap, every time the fucked. He simply couldn’t get enough of him.
“Am I late then dear?”
Crowley heard Aziraphale behind him and turned around to see him standing so close he almost jumped from surprise.
“Angel! No I was about to come to the bookshop”.
The angel wrapped his hands around the slim waist and pulled Crowley closer, almost squeezing him.
“Angel”, the demon mumbled but the angel’s mouth was pressing his own and his mouth half opened to let his tongue invade him; “Angel”... he tried again but Aziraphale was much too busy biting his way to Crowley’s jaw and then a bit lower until he found his favourite spot on his neck and started kissing it in a way that was suggesting he actually wanted to get a bit more aggressive but...at least for the moment, he was holding back.
“Yes dear”, he murmured as he continued licking the edges of Crowley’s jaw.
“Oh Aziraphale”, the demon growled and arched his neck so that the angel could get more of him. He would gladly drop on his knees right there in the middle of the street to take the angel in and pump him until he would empty himself into his mouth and Crowley would feel so full and.... “Oh angel”
....but there was something they were supposed to be doing after all, they had to be somewhere and oh God, Satan, someone, the angel had moved his hands on his chest and one of them found its way beneath his shirt and was now playing with his nipple.
“The Ritz”, the demon exclaimed suddenly and pushed Aziraphale back;
“The Ritz angel” he repeated, “we are having dinner at the Ritz, and this is a date after all; look I even brought you flowers” he continued and shoved the bouquet at the angel’s hands.
“In that case we’ll simply need to wait until after the desert then....and we can come back and…or I could simply have YOU as dessert my dear”, Aziraphale interrupted him with a big smirk on his face and walked slowly to the passenger’s side while Crowley cursed the humans for inventing dates and anniversaries.
He got inside the car straightened his hair and took off.
“How about some music then”, the angel said and opened the glove compartment going through the CDs looking for those he knew they hadn’t already turned to Queen. He picked one and looked at Crowley.
“Would you be kind enough as to make your car keep this one intact at least for today my dear boy?”
“Our car”, Crowley’s voice was almost a whisper.
“What was that dear?”
“Our car, I mean this is what we are now right? Our bookshop, our bed, our anniversary, so...it’s OUR car”.
Crowley was blushing once again; he could feel Aziraphale’s burning gaze as he stared at him. “Right, of course our car”, whispered the angel as he leaned forward and kissed the snake tattoo, placing his left hand in the demon’s thigh squeezing it slightly.
“Good because I got you a little gift angel”, said Crowley as a small leather pouch with a red ribbon materialised at Aziraphale’s lap. Aziraphale opened it and pulled out a pair of pale beige driving gloves.
“Crowley...” he exclaimed softly, “these are marvellous my dear”, “oh!” he gasped “they even have a tartan finish”. He held them close to his chest.
“You could use them next time you drive the Bentley angel”.
Aziraphale didn’t reply; he simply let his left hand rest back on Crowley’s thigh. Exactly where it belonged.