December 3rd
Fandom: Good Omens
Pairings: C/A
Notes: I have no excuse for this. No excuse at all.
It was Christmas day in London town, and an Angel was dancing at the Ritz. To be completely accurate, an Angel tired from singing with the Chorus all night Christmas Eve had dragged a cursing, spitting and genrally fed up Demon to the Ritz for a snifter of sherry. Through the universal laws of empty bars and too much booze, this had led to Crowley dragging Aziraphale to his feet for a dance in revenge for his earlier shabby treatment. It wasn't going to well.
"Crowley watch out for that table!"
"Why, iss it going to do a trick?"
"Really, dear!"
Aziraphale caught Crowley by the shoulders and stopped his mad spin about the small dancefloor. He huffed softly and blew an errant strand of blonde hair out of his face as he guided the sotted Crowley back to the bar.
"Really my dear, was it nessacary for you to drink quite so much?"
"Itsss Christmas day." Came the muffled, deadpan reply, Crowley's head being cradled in his folded arms.
"Yes. Well-"
"Day that 'im up there sssent that irritating sson of 'isss down here."
"Now really-"
"Even you thought he wasss an arrogant git. You sssaid sso."
"I never! Crowley you've gotten me confused with someone else. Christ was a perfectly lovely person, did an awful lot of good works you know. You're just upset because you couldn't tempt him-"
Crowley wasn't listening though. He'd lifted his head from the cradle of his arms and was staring up at the dark wooden top of the bar with a sly, though unfocussed, expression.
"-And really, I understand that sunburn isn't fun but don't you think that 2000 years is long enough to hold a grudge over having to follow him into the desert, don't you-"
"-'Zira sssshut up. I've got a question." Ignoring the angel's righteous gaze, Crowley continued, a small smirk growing on his handsome face. "Jussst how holy are your bodily fluidssss?"
"What?!" Aziraphale could have stopped the flush that spread across his cheeks had he realised that it was happening, but he was too thrown by his friend's question. "W-well they're not. This is a human body just – mmph!"
Crowley moved faster than Aziraphale would have given him credit for in his current state to grab the angel by the back of the neck and pull him down into a nice, firm kiss. Given that neither of them actually needed to breathe it lasted a good long time before the demon finally released a dazed and thoroughly kissed angel. The smirk on his face put all other previous smirks to shame.
"C-Crowley... What...?"
He pointed above their heads at the small sprig of greenery dotted with white, and impossibly the smirk grew. Aziraphale half expected to see a forked tounge test the air.
"Mistletoe!"