A/N: I finally got to watch Good Omens, and have been lost in fanfic ever since. This is my first venture into writing these two, so I hope I did them justice.

The title is inspired by the song Saturn by Sleeping at Last

The nightingale's song had long since faded as the two walked aimlessly. There was no hint of hurry in their steps. No need to rush anywhere, really.

They had all the time in the world now.

The angel and the demon wandered through the streets, their soft laughter echoing through the dying light of the day. Shoulders bumped now and again, hands brushing on occasion, neither really noticing the small touches as they reveled in their new-found freedom. Eventually their aimless feet stopped. Eyes of blue and masked gold rose to look at the obstacle in their path.

An old, worn bandstand.

The pair stilled, recent memories of this lonely place running through their minds.

"We could go off together."

"I don't even like you."

"You do!"

"-we're on opposite sides!"

"We're on our side!"

Aziraphale cast a quick glance at his companion before lowering his gaze to the ground. He felt the pain as keenly now as he had then. It had hurt, oh so much, to say those awful things to Crowley. To hear the other still try and convince him to run, even then.

To have wanted so badly to say yes, but know he would never forgive himself if he had.

"Crowley," he began shakily, "I-"

"Don't say it, angel."

Pink lips hurriedly snapped closed at the quiet order.

Crowley let out a sigh, running one long hand tiredly down his face. He paused there, lost in thought for a brief moment. Then he suddenly seemed to make his mind up about something. The angel watched, worry in his eyes, as the demon nodded slowly. He took a few steps forward until he was under the roof, shadows hiding his face in the growing darkness when he turned back.

"How long have we been friends?" he asked quietly.

Aziraphale swallowed thickly before answering, "more than six thousand years."

Another nod, the demon's face still unreadable. "We stopped Armageddon. Literally wore each other's faces for a day. We watch ducks, drink wine, absolutely hate our old jobs. We got a lot in common, you and I."

The angel let a small grin tug at the corner of his mouth. A few quick steps closed the distance between them, until he was standing directly in front of the shadowed demon. "But I don't even like you."

A small chuckle escaped dark lips. "You do."

"I do," he whispered, his smile growing into something soft and warm. He reached a hand up to cautiously to the dark sunglasses hiding Crowley's eyes. They had blocked the sun for too long already.

When no resistance came, Aziraphale gently removed them. He let his hand rest a moment against the cool skin of Crowley's cheek, eyes sliding across the sun-kissed skin to meet molten gold.

Another sigh, this one shakier than the last, escaped the demon's lips. His eyes slipped close and he leaned in, forehead coming to rest against the angel's.

"We could go off together," he dared.

A moment passed, and it almost broke him.

"I hear that Alpha Centauri is beautiful this time of year."

The answering laugh quickly ignited, exploding into a full-body affair. Crowley threw his head back- eyes shining, body shaking, relief and forbidden joy radiating from the sound. He threw his arms around the angel, his angel, and pulled him in close.

The creatures that resided near the old wooden bandstand felt the world shift. But when they looked up to find the cause, they found only the empty park, echoing with otherworldly laughter.