This is my first time writing a pairing fic, and I would really appreciate if you all let me know how I'm doing... It's also my first jump into writing in the Good Omens fandom...

Crowley hissed in pain as the knife he had been cutting with sliced into his finger.

It had been a fine day, really, with lunch at the Ritz with Aziraphale, and then there was the fact that the end of the world had been diverted and everything. Crowley did not expect, though, that on the first day on the rest of all of their lives he would be cooking. Crowley thought back to the events that had led up to even the notion of Crowley cooking a meal.

Well, lunch had been splendid, and then from there they really didn't know what to do. The past few years had been devoted to dealing with the Antichrist, and that wasn't really an issue now. They had considered getting plastered in the back of the book shop, but something about that didn't seem right after they had just saved the world and all. Neither of them would admit it to the other, but nothing about being separate from each other that day seemed at all appealing. They had almost been destroyed together, and something like that doesn't leave somebody that quickly, even if the two somebodies happened to be an angel and a demon. On top of that, nobody else on Earth seemed to remember the events of yesterday.

"We could have dinner at my place, but I don't really have those kind of accommodations," Aziraphale had said, running a hand through his blonde hair, referring, of course, to the fact that he didn't have a working kitchen in his small apartment above the bookshop. He didn't need to eat, but it had become fun to eat out at nice restaurants. When you had a human body you got used to doing human-like things.

"Why don't we go out to eat?" Crowley suggested.

"Well, I was thinking of something more, you know, private. Where we can talk without the humans overhearing something," mumbled Aziraphale.

"I could cook us something at my flat," Crowley had said, and then blinked, wondering where that had come from. He didn't cook.

"Brilliant," the angel said, brightening. Crowley grumbled at his bad luck.

And here he was, trying to cut whatever it was this blasted cookbook was telling him to cut, Aziraphale sitting innocently on his couch in the living room. Crowley was trying to concentrate on whatever it was that he was trying to make, but the angel had gone on talking to him, oblivious to his mounting frustration. He would have just gestured the food into being, but something told him that Aziraphale would frown upon that.

Crowley was only half-listening to Aziraphale go on about some customer that he had had in the bookstore, aware of the growing animation on the angel's face. Crowley looked up for a moment from his work to watch Aziraphale talking.

"And she asked me if, instead of buying a book from me, she could go out with me," he said darkly, as if the mere idea of this was astonishing, and, of course, it was.

Crowley raised an eyebrow. "And what did you say to that?"

"Well, at first the term's real meaning in this day and age passed me by, but I soon realized that she wanted to go on a date with me."

"Yes, yes, and after you found that out?" Crowley asked, a little surprised by his interest in the subject, and continued cutting the vegetable nonchalantly.

Aziraphale cleared his throat nervously. "I, uh, told her that I was gay and I had an, um, partner," he mumbled. Crowley was a little startled by this, but continued cutting. "She didn't seem to believe me, so I showed her the picture of you that I have in my wallet."

That was about when the knife in Crowley's grip slipped and sliced into his pointer finger.

"Bugger," he hissed, squeezing the bleeding digit.

Aziraphale jumped up from the couch and moved into the kitchen. "Are you alright?" he asked, real worry tinting his voice.

"Yes," hissed Crowley, and he winced as the cut sewed itself up and disappeared.

Aziraphale stared at the mess that had been made in the kitchen, now including the blood that had gotten on the counter. "Hmm…maybe a small little miracle won't hurt anybody." He waved his hand and the kitchen cleaned itself of the poor excuse for cooking that Crowley had been attempting, to be replaced with a five star meal.

Crowley stared at Aziraphale, a small smile pulling at the side of his mouth. He didn't say anything about it though, and the angel relaxed slightly. There was still the matter of why Crowley had cut his finger, and Crowley was not about to let that one slide by without discussion. But his stomach was growling, a mere figure of speech in this case because demons and angels didn't need to eat, out of habit.

They filled their plates and sat down at the nice dining table that was off to one side of the room. Aziraphale had been here only a few times before, and Crowley noticed him staring at the beautiful houseplants as they started eating.

"These plants are fabulous. Did you use magic to get them like that or something else demonic?"

Crowley smiled a dangerous smile. "Let's just say that they won't even try to wilt. They're too frightened of me." He paused. "Speaking of which, I think it is about time for my rounds."

Aziraphale raised an eyebrow at this, but didn't ask exactly what his rounds were. They ate in silence for a few minutes, and Crowley was quite impressed by how the angel's miracle food tasted. It was extremely good. Usually skills like that involving the angel's miracles didn't go so well. The food always looked fabulous, but ended up tasting like dust. Crowley was better at making good food appear, and his fridge was pretty good at having some great food in it at all times.

Crowley decided that it was probably a good idea to get right to what was bothering him instead of letting it hang over their heads, because it was bothering him.

"Why in the name of Go- Sa- Somebody, did you show that girl my picture?" Crowley asked without any prelude.

"Well, dear, your picture just happened to be the only one I have in my wallet," the angel stated calmly.

Crowley exhaled loudly. "Why, might I ask, do you have a picture of me in your wallet?"

Aziraphale pondered this for a moment. Crowley wasn't sure, but he thought he saw a blush work its way up the angel's face. "I can't remember how it got there. I think over time it just sort of manifested itself there," he said.

"You do realize that most of our magic comes from a whim, so the only way a picture of me appeared in your wallet was because deep down you wanted it there."

Aziraphale didn't seem to have a response to this, and the demon hissed. "Can I see this picture?"

Aziraphale pulled his wallet from the back pocket of his outdated pants. The wallet had seen better days, and was almost in two separate pieces. Crowley suspected that the only reason that it was still living was the angel's sheer willpower. He opened it and handed it to Crowley, his face showing nervousness and, if Crowley was guessing right, fear.

"Don't get fingerprints on the pictures, dear," mumbled Aziraphale.

Crowley just glared at the offending angel. He looked down in the wallet in his hands. There was a little plastic pull-out piece that was in most older wallets for holding pictures, and Crowley flipped it out. He was rather frightened by what was in each pocket.

There was not one picture of him in the wallet, there were ten. And Crowley knew at once that these were not just randomly magiked into being. All of them were taken when Crowley wasn't looking. A few had Aziraphale in them, and you could tell that he was taking the pictures trying to get the both of them in the shot without Crowley noticing. In all of them Crowley had normal expressions on his face; annoyance, an evil grin here and there.

But there was one picture that caught Crowley off guard and he hissed in surprise. Crowley was staring right at the camera and there was a smile of actual happiness on his face. It would be hard to tell that he was a demon in that picture. In fact, his smile was almost loving.

Crowley looked up from the wallet, a look of utter fear on his features. There was something wrong with this, and Crowley was going to get to the source.

"First, I had no idea that you owned a camera," questioned Crowley. "Or, for that matter, knew how to work one."

Aziraphale shrugged, faking nonchalance. "I purchased one a few years back and read the instruction manual. It was tricky at first, but I figured it out."

Crowley looked back down at the wallet in disbelief. "Why?" he managed to hiss.

The angel was looking down at his plate, and Crowley could not tell what expression was there. "If I didn't know better I would think that you were worshipping me instead of Him," Crowley mumbled.

When Aziraphale looked back up Crowley could swear he saw the remains of a few shed tears on the angel's face. It alarmed him. Aziraphale snatched the wallet back, carefully folding the picture holders back in place, and he pocketed the wallet. His face remained impassive as he stood from his chair.

"I think I need to leave, Crowley," the angel said steadily.

"Oh, come on, I just saw evidence of actual stalking and you are going to leave and not explain it to me?" hissed Crowley, also standing from his chair.

"I'm afraid I can't," Aziraphale replied vaguely. "If I told you the truth it would not be good for either of us."

The demon did not like the sound of that one bit. "Why did you tell me about the pictures, then?" he demanded.

"I do not like keeping secrets, my dear."

"How long have those pictures been there?" asked Crowley.

The angel thought about it for a moment. "I believe since they started making color cameras cheap."

Crowley was lost for words, and Aziraphale excused himself from the flat, kindly thanking Crowley for the meal. The click of the door to the flat was more ominous than it should have been, and Crowley found himself sad for some reason. And he was still very freaked out about the pictures. What did this mean? He had never seen behavior like that from the angel before, and wondered vaguely if angels could go insane.

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