AN: Hello hello! As the summery stated, this is based off a challenge I found on the internet that I tweaked a little bit! This is fic one of three! This fic is based off the song Tomorrow Tonight by Loote. Summery Below!

Aziraphale should have never asked Crowley for space. The moment he seen her with another girl, it destroyed him. After some copious amounts of whiskey, he makes a very poor decision and leaves Crowley quite a few voicemails without considering the consequences.

Rated K+

Your Whiskey Kiss

Aziraphale couldn't help but wonder what this new girl's name was. Was it Vanessa? Gertrude? Elizabeth? He supposed the name didn't really matter much. Not to him anyway. Regardless of her name, this female human with jet black hair and stunning amber eyes had something he didn't. Crowley. He supposed it was his fault, really. He knew they were too different, feelings or not. One of Heaven, one of Hell, they could never have more than the loose friendship they already had. Aziraphale swirled the whiskey in his glass before taking another small sip. This stuff was horrid, but it reminded him of the demon he so desperately wanted. This was his third glass by now and it wasn't really affecting him… was it? He considered himself a light weight but to be honest he couldn't really tell a difference. Maybe he wasn't drinking fast enough. He took another big gulp, draining the contents of the small glass before unscrewing the cap and refilling it. The liquid went down easier this time. It still burned but it was much more manageable than the first couple sips.

Az looked at the clock. It was nearly midnight. There was no way three hours had gone by. How many glasses had he had so far? He'd lost track. Oh well… it didn't matter. It was the only thing keeping the image of Crowley and that woman out of his head. He'd been in the park earlier that day feeding the ducks when he'd seen them walking hand in hand down one of the trails. Crowley had looked up and into his eyes from behind his shades and smiled. Az figured he probably deserved it. He had asked Crowley for space after all, but only because his romantic feelings were getting too intense. He just needed to cool down, but the demon had shifted his infatuation rather quickly. No matter. This was for the best… right?

The more whiskey that entered his body, the angrier Aziraphale became. This was an unusual emotion for him to experience. He was usually so happy and carefree but the more he thought about this woman, the more his temper flared. Who did she think she was? She didn't know a single thing about Crowley. Like that he loves his plants and talks to them daily to help them grow or that Leonardo De Vinci was a friend of his. Aziraphale knew him inside and out. They'd spent centuries together after all… But Crowley had already moved on so why shouldn't he? Yeah, in fact, maybe he should call Crowley and tell him just how much he'd moved on. Without so much as another thought he picked up the phone in his shop and dialed Crowley's number. He knew he wouldn't pick up. He probably wasn't even home and if he was, he was no doubt doing unspeakable things with that woman. He put the receiver to his ear, listening to the loud, annoying ring. Only once the answering machine triggered did he speak.

"Good evening, Crowley," he said although his speech was a bit slurred. Perhaps the alcohol was hitting him a lot harder than he thought. After all, he'd never pull this stunt sober. "Actually, no. I hope your evening is quite terrible if I'm being honest. I'm simply calling to inform you that I no longer need nor desire your company. So hmph. Take that." He slammed the receiver down and the moment he did, guilt pulled in his stomach. So, he did the only reasonable thing there was to do. He called back.

"Hello. Me again. I just called back to say that, while I still no longer desire your friendship, have a lovely night. How are your plants? Thriving, I hope. Anyway. Good night." He slammed the phone down again and took another long drink from the glass. He didn't know how long had passed since he'd left the second message, but a wave of sadness and depression hit him at the thought of never speaking to the fallen angel again. So, one last time, he dialed the number and waited for the beep.

"Crowley, I'm afraid I must be honest with you," he said softly, "I know it matters not and that you've moved on but I… I've fallen quite hard for you, actually. The space between us must grow in order for the natural balance to be maintained but in truth I wish you no ill will. If I can't be the one forever by your side, then I hope she at least make you happy. One final time, goodnight." He set the phone down lightly this time and wiped the tears that now adorned his cheeks before retiring to his room.

The next day, Aziraphale woke up at his usual time with a pounding headache and body pains. He remembered most of last night despite his heavy drinking, including the messages he'd left Crowley. He inwardly cringed at that fact but was grateful that he had no missed calls or messages of his own. He'd said his piece. Now it was time to move on. He flipped the sign on the front door of his shop to open and set about organizing some of the shelves when he heard the bell chime to indicate a customer. He turned to greet whoever it was, but his sentence was cut short.

"Good morning. Is there anything I can-"

"Mornin' Angel." There he stood, smug as ever. The blush that spread over Aziraphale's face was monumental. Oh, this was going to be good. He could see it now.

"What do you want, Crowley?" he asked weakly, turning back to the shelf to pretend to be busy.

"Oh, don't be like that, angel. I know you're happy to see me." He sounded so confident in that, but truth was, seeing Crowley now, knowing he knew, was painful.

"Anyways," he continued, "I came to give you something. Call it a gift." Az scoffed, stealing a glance over his shoulder at the demon. Was this a joke?

"Make it quick I suppose," he said, whirling back around and trying to remain pleasant. He pretended to check his watch. "I have quite a bit of business to attend to today." Crowley chuckled and stepped closer, his hands behind his back.

"Well, I'm not going to give it to you like that. Close your eyes or you'll spoil the surprise." Huffing, Aziraphale let his eyes flutter closed.

"Crowley, this is quite ridiculous. As I stated over the phone last night, these meetings simply must st-"Az's sentence was cut short when Crowley's lips fell upon his. His blush deepened. Having never been kissed, he sat there stunned, unsure of how to reciprocate or if he even should! After a moment, Crowley pulled back with a soft chuckle.

"Were going to have to work on your technique," he teased with a shake of his head, "And before you give me some 'good of the world' or 'balance of nature' mumbo jumbo, screw all that! I know what I want. You know what you want. Its as easy as that." Crowley shrugged like it was no big deal, but it was. It was a huge deal. Especially to Aziraphale. Crowley wanted him back… and that was enough for the angel. Heaven be damned. He leaned in and pressed a small, unsure kiss to Crowley's lips, letting the demon guide him. It was clear there would be no business going on today.