Ineffable Together •Good Omens Oneshots•

Such a funny word

                     -Ineffable Together-
  Such a funny word

Dear lord up above, I hope you forgive me for what I'm about to confess may be the worst sin I've committed thus far,
Ive fallen for the fallen angel.

The sunset had begun to fall across London as it was the beginnings of winter were among us the evening breeze was subtle and calming as Aziraphale began to close up shop happily turning over the closed sign delighted he had only sold two books. The telephone began to ring, as an old soul, Aziraphale have barely caught up with the new technology but the phone in the wall hadn't  failed him yet it's a personal favourite of his of the human creation as it allowed him to access anyone or someone in particular without a second thought. He picked up the creme coloured handle and answered,
"A.Z Fells bookshop Mr Fells speaking."
"It's me angel"
The slithering voice replied,
The blue eyes lit up and small smirk appearing upon his lips but it was quickly covered it as if someone were watching him pull such a daft face.
"Oh Crowley ! What is it I may do you for you?"
"You mind if I come round,"
Crowley replied,
"I just happened to pick up a bottle of wine in my cellar from around the 19th century it'd be a waste to share it all alone and I just know how much you loved the wines back then, remember ?"
Aziraphale hesitated before answering, as he had not wanted to be tempted by the demon anymore but he couldn't deny his longing for the taste of the 19th century,
"It's Bordeaux,"
"Well then why didn't you say that, if that's the case...do come round."
Aziraphales voice trailed off at the end feeling slightly guilty for being swoon so easily.
Crowleys low chuckles travel down the phone,
"I'll be round in ten see you in a bit angel"

Aziraphale blushed once more at his parting words and waited anxiously after hanging up the phone. He began by  cleaning the clutter of books piled up on his test and neatly stacking them on his personal shelf above the oak desk.
He miracled in a few candles onto the small coffee table in the back set them alight making sure to be wary of any books or pieces of loose paper lying around. He heard a halting screech outside,
"He's here already?"
Aziraphale mumbled glancing over at the time for it to be infact exactly ten minutes.
He opened up the door for the demon who carried two bottles in his hands and another two tucked under his arm,
"My that's quite a lot for one evening don't you think my dear?"
The angel remarked,
"Hush now,"
The demon rebutted,
"Do you want em or not cause I can go back."
Aziraphale became flustered by this and ushered Crowley to sit down. Crowley popped open the wine bottle and miracled in two tall wine glasses and handed one to Aziraphale who happily began to gulp down the Bordeaux taking in the flavour of the red wine, with a big grin on his face. Crowley watched in delight as the angel enjoyed his beverage and began chugging down his.

By the time they half way down the third bottle the celestial bodies started to really feel the effect.
"Its just a shame,"
The angel sighed
"I mean you'd think by now they would've invested i mean invented... invent such a funny word,"
He chuckled.
"Do you knows whass even more funny...funny word angelll..."
Crowley slurred,
"Love."
Love
Pondered Aziraphale,
"I guess it is quite a funny word in retrospect,"
Crowley got up from his seat and wobbled his way to the angel. Aziraphale glanced up at Crowley who was standing above him looking down with his shaded glasses staring at the other half. The drunk angel pouted and reached for the glasses taking them off and placing them on the coffee table in front of him.
"Much better I can see your eyes."
Aziraphale slurred
Crowley blushed madly but blamed it on his drunkness on the account of the embarrassment.
"Love..."
Muttered Crowley,
"Don't fall into it..."
Aziraphale also developed a blush across his pale face and looked away.
"Crowley..."
Aziraphale reaches out and gently touches Crowley's hand.
"Would you hate me if I loved you? Platonically speaking of course."
The demon hesitates,
Aziraphale bites his lip and sighs and draws his hands away,
"Ah sorry I... this is Bordeaux speaking and–"
"Of course I wouldn't... platonically speaking of course"
Crowley laughed grabbing back onto the angels hand, squeezing it gently.
Aziraphale sighed a breathe of relief,
"Well I— thank you Crowley."
The demon towered over the angel. He let go of his hand and placed them instead on the angels soft cheeks tilted his face upwards towards him. Crowley lent down.
"I love you Aziraphale."
He whispered leaning down and kissing his cheek repeatedly softly and slowly so his angel could taking in every single one.
Aziraphale didn't know what to make of this but came to the assumption it was drunk talking but at this point it didn't particularly matter he let him submerge in the demons surprisingly gentle kisses. He close his eyes and leaned forward and the demons chuckle spread across the angels cheek. Aziraphale touched Crowley's forearm with his soft fingertips after wrapping his hand around it and began to sober his demon up along with himself knowing this sweet feeling would soon be departed. To his shock Crowley continued,
"Crowley... you're sober now you can stop."
"Why the hell would I do that I finally got you to confess angel. I knew deep down in your goody heart there was room for a bastard like me."
Aziraphale gasped,
"You...you mean to tell me you...reciprocate my feelings?"
"Yessss! None of the platonic malarkey either."
The demon replied.
Crowley moved his hands away from Aziraphale pushing his fluffy white hair back and kissing his forehead gently.

Crowley clicked his finger and the record player in the corner begins to play Love Of My Life by Queen. The demon lifted up his angel upon his feet and began to waltz terribly their hands links and an arm embracing his angels waist with Aziraphales arm wrapped around his demons neck. Aziraphale began to follow clumsily as angels couldn't dance you see. He soon got the hang of moving side to side gently in Crowley's arms his head rest well in the nape of his demons neck. Crowley looked down at his angel with love.
Love
Crowley pondered,
Such a shitty word