The Honeymoon

..Six thousand years..

Despite everything that has happened in the last year or so, after Aziraphale's return and endless apology dances, the iconic duo has finally made amends and since then, they've been a true pair. It took some time but, after many earnest conversations, they've become more open about their intentions and desires with each other and ever since, they've been surprising each other left and right.

Despite the awfully busy day he was having with mounds of paperwork and inventory to sort, Aziraphale kept himself in reasonably good spirits, but when the familiar rumble of an old engine arrives outside, his shoulders eased. The bell rang with that sharp sound that only Crowley made it ring "Angel" he called out, his words softened more than usual. With little effort, he tosses a bouquet of lisianthus flowers onto his desk as if he practiced it. "I- oh dear" Aziraphale blinks once, feeling his cheeks tint red "What's this-" cutting him off, Crowley plopped down into the red chaise nearby, tossing his shades elsewhere to retrieve later "We're going somewhere tomorrow. Pack a bag. Something heavy" he says attempting and failing at being blunt, his intentions obvious as his gaze wanders indirectly around the bookshop. Picking up the immaculate bouquet, Aziraphale smiles warmly as he notices a hand written note. "You know of the flower shop? Your choice is lovely" he says, wafting the scent of the sweet blooms reverently.

Shifting with anxious anticipation, Crowley finally met his gaze "You already know what they represent, don't act so surprised" he hissed, feeling flustered and trying too hard to hide it. Smiling knowingly, Aziraphale set the flowers aside "I do, that's rather kind of you" he says in that gentle tone he carries. "Crowley, if you intend to whisk me away somewhere, you know I require more context than a simple order" he says as he turns back to the paperwork on his desk. Sighing, Crowley shifted once again as he crosses his ankle over his knee sitting back as comfortable as uncomfortable could get "Since we're now an us, I figured that a holiday is long over due" he says, still being awfully vague as he scratches under his chin, one of his many habits. Perking up with a sidelong glance as his pen eases over a half written word, Aziraphale smiles once again "My dear, are you insisting on a.. honeymoon?" he asks in a teasing tone lacing it with curiosity.

Tensing up instantaneously as his face burns red, Crowley swallows hard "Maybe. Would you.. not want that?" he asks, the confident illusion he wore fading into genuine care. Taking the bouquet back into his hands, Aziraphale rereads the written note aloud "Considering you wrote this, by hand, in French, I can infer you're planning to take me to Paris?" he says in a question, though the answer was obvious, he wanted to hear it from Crowley. Feeling like he's been put under a spotlight, Crowley rearranges his position in the chaise "Yes, Aziraphale. I've planned this elaborate ruse to spend a weekend with you in the city of romance" he says sarcastically, but Aziraphale already felt the affection behind his words. Admiring how flustered he's becoming, Aziraphale couldn't hold back a down turned smile feeling thoroughly thought about "I'd like that very much, Crowley.." he says softer than anything he's said before and it caused a red bloom to spread across Crowley's face, matching the shade of his hair. 

Laughing lightly as he stands, Aziraphale watches as he saunters to a not-so secret cabinet to retrieve a bottle of red. "Crowley, I must ask, how thoroughly have you planned this getaway for us? I ask only because I need to know what to pack" Aziraphale says in a calm manner as his finishes off the last line of his paperwork, setting it aside before joining Crowley at the small table they always share wine at. Setting down two crystal glasses as he pours two even servings, Crowley dangles himself in his chair "Everything. From dinner, to where we'll walk afterwards, where we'll be staying. Everything. You only need to worry about what to wear, Angel" he says as he takes a long drink from his glass to calm his nerves. Admiring him with deep reverence over the rim of his own glass, Aziraphale sighs contently "Very well, I shall pack for every occasion" he says aloud as if to confirm for both of them. "When will we be leaving? If you insist on driving to Paris, it'll take quite some time, nearly seven natural hours my dear" Aziraphale reminds him as he takes another sip. Nodding, Crowley slouches further into his seat with his ankles crossed, reaching beneath the table to settle between Aziraphale's possessively. "I know, Aziraphale. I plan to take my time, I know you get anxious with my driving style" he teased with a grin that grew beyond the rim of his own glass as he finished it.