Chapter 5: Act 2 - Lost in Love
Summary:
The day after the Open Mic and their first kiss, Aziraphale wakes up lost in his thoughts. Crowley comes by with treats, to only have Gabriel ruin Aziraphale's day.
Notes:
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Aziraphale slowly opened his eyes; the smile on his face was brighter than the sun, thinking over the night before. Touching his lips, he blushed, remembering the kiss, their first kiss, the way that Crowley had tasted, the way his arms felt encompassing him, his eyes. Golden amber almost glowing, the way they dilated with their kiss, the way his fingers felt in his hair, Aziraphale sighed. Was it real or a dream, Aziraphale sat up in his bed, looking out the window on a day that was effortlessly more glorious than any other day he could remember? Aziraphale got out of bed heading for his kitchen, he needed a tea, without realizing he touched his lips again, while he remembered gentle kisses on his neck and nothing more. It was enough, for now.
Aziraphale's thoughts drifted in and out of the songs. The looks they had each given each other, to the songs that they had both picked for the other. How Aziraphale wanted to do that again, but maybe with just Crowley this time. To have him play the piano, with those beautiful fingers dancing on the ivory keys, he sighed. "I wonder if he can make me sing?" Aziraphale thought out loud then proceeded to blush. The thoughts that man brought out in Aziraphale were deliciously tempting, and oh how he wanted to do them all. It was the weekend, so Aziraphale had it off, but Crowley didn't, he had to work.
Aziraphale poured his hot water over the tea leaves, gently bobbing the tea leaf holder, watching the color bleed out from the silver holder. A knock on his door startled him out of his thoughts, frowning just slightly, only for a mere second, he was far too happy. Aziraphale went to the door as he opened it he was scooped up into Crowley's arms, and thoroughly kissed against the wall. Crowley kissed him breathless before pulling his head back just mere inches from another kiss. "Morning Angel." Crowley grinned down at Aziraphale who was looking up, he frowned, reaching up he took Crowley's glasses off, letting his arm rest on Crowley's shoulder. Aziraphale dangled the glasses from his fingers as he looked into Crowleys eyes; he had tilted his head to the side just enough and pulled Crowley toward him.
Crowley was all too willing to kiss him again, without meaning too, his kiss dragged a slight moan from somewhere in the back of Aziraphale's throat. Crowley growled, nipping down his throat before looking at him again. "Easy Angel, can't tarnish you just yet," Crowley smirked and lifted his hand that was holding a paper bag. "I made you these, thought you might be hungry." Aziraphale smiled but also already missed feeling Crowley against him, and he touched his lips, his eyes dropping to the floor as his blush threatened to consume him. Crowley chuckled, handing him the bag. "So, lead the way Angel, I haven't been here yet." Aziraphale left the wall, sighed, taking the bag and Crowleys hand leading him to the kitchen, pointing out where things were.
The kitchen, the living room, the downstairs bathroom, dining room, each room Crowley seemed to be making mental notes about things in it. Aziraphale watched with interest, "What are you doing? You either really like each room, orrr?" Crowley gave him that wickedly coy grin, cocking his eyebrow, "Oh, just looking, for viability." Aziraphale stopped dead in the middle of his kitchen, Crowley slid his arm around Aziraphale waist, pulling him against him, biting his way up his neck. Aziraphale couldn't help but lean back against him, wanting to feel every point of contact he possibly could. Crowley let his hand slid down to Aziraphale's hip, pulling him into his hips, Crowley let his head fall against Aziraphale's shoulder. "You feel so good, Angel. You are sinful."
Aziraphale blushed, but pushed back into Crowley, just a bit more, he heard that little growl, he knew he did. Crowley playfully bit him and let go, getting an entirely spoiled sounding groan of disapproval from his angel, he loved it. "Go on, go eat. Mind if I stay?" Aziraphale spun around and kissed him, "Of course you can! How did you get the day off?" Crowley tilted his head looking at him; the realization dawning on him, Aziraphale had no idea that he owned Horns n Halos. That made his heart swell even more; the doubt of using him for what he had left, the angel in front of him had no idea. So he wanted him even if he was just a barista, Crowley pulled Aziraphale slowly too him, tilting his head back gently with his fingers he kissed him slowly. His tongue was sliding over Aziraphales' lower lip, begging for an entrance that was willingly given to Crowley. Once Crowley pulled a breathless groan from his angel, he let him go.
"Maybe we should sit, angel." Aziraphale looked concerned for a moment looking for anything out of place that should worry him. There was nothing there but caring, love? Maybe. With a nod, Aziraphale motioned for the table, turned grabbed a plate to put the delicacy that his lover, his boyfriend, Huh, they would have to figure that out, had made for him. "Do you want a coffee, Crowley?" Crowley nodded, Aziraphale was all too happy to get him a cup. "It isn't as good as yours, but until you tell which you like, it will have to do." Aziraphale opened the bag with a gasp as Crowley had made him crepes, strawberries and cream filling, drizzled with chocolate, strawberries cut to fit perfectly on the top. Aziraphale quickly came back to the table, sitting.
"Okay, Crowley, what do we need to talk about?" Aziraphale cut a small portion of the crepe, placing it on his tongue, his eyes closed. His perfectly plump lips wrapping around the fork, pulling the crepe into his mouth, a sinful groan barely audible left his chest. Crowley adjusted the way he was sitting as he watched. "Well, I, Jesus. Can you just not eat another bite for just a moment." Aziraphale noticed that Crowley's breathing was slightly faster, and his eyes were slowly dilating, he grinned, realizing what was going on. "Oh my dear, are you sure you want me to stop eating this?" With that Aziraphale took another slice, leaving his eyes locked onto Crowleys, he never faltered, sliding his fork into his mouth and slowly pulling it out of his mouth. Crowley, however, was internally screaming, wanting to reach over the table and pulling the angel onto it, ravaging him.
"Dear God, Angel, please...you are positively sinful in every way." Crowley swallowed as his tongue danced across his lips; he was going to be good, though. Crowley was not going to rush what his heart was telling him, that this was real, wait. "Angel, I have the day off because I own Horns n Halos. You didn't know?" Crowley watched Aziraphale as he placed his fork down, looking at him, he could read Aziraphale by now that he, in fact, did not know. "No my dear, I didn't, why didn't you tell me before?" Crowley shrugged, "I just never thought of it, you didn't ask, so it just was never brought up, does it change anything?" Crowley looked concerned, "Of course not, my dear. I am rather glad I didn't know. I probably would have had a harder time even talking to you." Crowley smirked, "Oh, is that what you were doing as you fell into my kitchen?" Crowley watched the blush crawl down his angel's cheeks, god how he wanted to know how far down that blush went. ~One day~ he told himself.
Aziraphale took another bite silencing the demon, and a satisfied grin plastered itself on Aziraphale's face. "So cat got your tongue darling? Would you like to see the rest of the house?" Crowley adjusted himself slightly, to the onlooking, unangelic smirk of his angel. It wasn't fair, that a being that had a grin that devilish, could still be that angelic, oh how he was in trouble. Aziraphale took him by the hand and led him through the house when they got to the second floor, Crowley stopped, it was open, there were no walls, it was one big spacious room, the bathroom was enclosed, of course. It was rather significant, an overly large tub and shower, the rest though, an open library. Bookshelves lined the walls, even the middle of the room had shelves, all lined with books of varying ages, varying topics. Beyond the shelving was a bed. It was a four-poster bed, draped with sheer white drapes, it was beautiful, a cream-colored tartan duvet was thrown over the large bed, the entire area screamed of his angel.
Aziraphale tugged on his hand to follow him, against the other wall behind the bookcases was a smaller room, looking up as Crowley entered the room he couldn't help but smile, the ceiling was all glass, as was the upper half of the outside wall. Looking at Aziraphale for what this was all for, "I love looking at the stars, and this room has the best view of them. I can sit here for hours and write my books." Crowley caught that, Aziraphale had said books, not just the one he wouldn't let him see. "Angel, how many have you written for yourself?" Without thinking about it, because the way Crowley had said Angel, it took his breath from him, "I have seven, so far." Crowley's jaw dropped, "You have written seven novels so far, and you've published none?" Aziraphale caught his mistake, knowing it was too late to pull that information back. Instead, he shrugged with a nod.
Crowley shook his head, looking around the room, he decided that the couch was his, he motioned for Aziraphale to sit in the chair. Crowley took over the setee like it was his and he was home, legs and limbs just everywhere. Aziraphale watched with adoration, Crowley was his, he already knew he would never let him go, he would always be there for him. Aziraphale couldn't help but sigh. "I would offer you wine, which is what I was going to show you next, but it is a bit early," Crowley nodded, "Not getting out of this conversation Angel, why won't you let me read anything, and why won't you publish anything?" Aziraphale looked to the floor and sat there touching the books, disappointment, in Crowley, no, the disappointment was in Aziraphale, himself, that would just not do. Crowley rolled off the couch, kneeling in front of his angel, taking Aziraphale's chin in his hand, tilted his face up, so he could see those stardust eyes.
"What's going on, Aziraphale?" a drawn-out sigh, "Just not good enough, I guess. I tried once, but it was turned down. Rather abruptly, with everything they said was wrong with it, I just didn't want to do that again. So I write for myself." Crowley was not happy with what he could see in his angel, hurt, failure, disappointment in himself. He thought of the angel on his stage the night before. There was no lack of confidence, nothing, Aziraphale had been a beacon of light and energy, he could have taken on the world and won. "Angel, who told you it wasn't good enough? If I may ask." Aziraphale's eyes glistened from tears that he had never let fall, he had a lump in his throat, and he felt stupid. Why couldn't he hold back his emotions when Crowley was there, Crowley pulled Aziraphale into his arms, his head against his chest. Aziraphale could hear Crowleys heart beating in his chest, "Gabriel," Crowley was thankful that Aziraphale couldn't see the anger that ripped through his eyes at that name, the one that was going to keep tabs on his bistro? The man that tormented his angel, on anything he did, whenever he could. Crowley was going to have a discussion with Gabriel, he pulled Aziraphale closer to him, his arms holding him.
"Aziraphale, can I see that one book, since it was already seen, let me look at it." Aziraphale nuzzled up under Crowley's chin, pointing to the floor under a bookcase Crowley could see a book, tucked under the bookcase. Knowing by now how Aziraphale was with his books to see one that Aziraphale had written, hidden on the floor under a bookcase, made him want to protect Aziraphale and destroy Gabriel. Crowley scooted over on his rear, as an angel was refusing to leave his seat in his lap, with his head tucked under his chin, not mention Crowley was getting gentle kisses along his throat, that was making him shiver. The angel could stay, his rear could move them. Crowley reached for the book, he picked it up and placed it on the couch behind him, Crowley leaned back, his angel following suit. Crowley slipped his fingers under Aziraphale's chin, lifting it. Minor complaints were sounded before being silenced by Crowley firmly kissing Aziraphale, removing all his thoughts. They stayed that way in each other's arms, kissing, touching until Crowley cleared his throat, sitting up a bit. "As much as I would love to stay here, and do far more than this, I do need to get back. I may have forgotten to drop something off." Aziraphale looked at him, cocking an eyebrow. "What?" Crowley smirked like a child who got caught being somewhere he shouldn't have been. "Well, the money from the bank, and myself." With a gasp, Aziraphale scrambled out of Crowley's lap, "Crowley!"
"Wha'?"
"Get up, you need to go!"
Crowley looked at him and didn't move, "Crowley!" he looked down at the man who was smirking up at him now, "I can't go do this by myself, it's your shop, I'm the writer! You're the owner!" Chuckling, Crowley sighed at the man who had just gotten out of his lap from a rather deep kiss, for well over an hour. "Umm, I am having a moment here! Just go over there or something!" Aziraphale stopped, looked down at Crowley, instantaneously exploded in full blush, and walked into the kitchen, leaving a highly amused and chuckling Crowley, to well, adjust. Eventually and begrudgingly standing up, he called out to Aziraphale, who had planted himself firmly into a chair facing away from him. Crowley couldn't help but chuckle, ~That bashful little shit.~ was all he could think, "Angel, come with me!" Aziraphale stood up with that smile, one reserved wholly for Crowley and nodded. "Come on then, Angel."
Together they walked outside, Aziraphale turned to start walking back to Horns n Halos but was abruptly stopped. "Where are you going, angel?" Aziraphale looked confused as he watched Crowley walk to one of the most beautiful cars he had ever seen and opened the door for him. "Get in, Angel!" Aziraphale took a few steps forward, reverently touching the vehicle. "Careful angel I might get jealous of my car," Crowley smirked and swatted Aziraphale on his arse, which elicited a squeak from his chest. "Crowley!" he shrugged, ushering Aziraphale into the car. "Wha'? You have a cute arse, needed a swat after the way you left me." Closing the door to the blushing, babbling author, Crowley couldn't help but laugh, oh how he loved causing Azirapahel to be speechless and babble. Watching Crowley walk to the other side of the car, Aziraphale realized that the vehicle and Crowley matched rather well, both sleek, intimidating yet soft, and squishy on the inside. Aziraphale chuckled to himself.
Any semblance of stability left Aziraphale as soon as Crowley's car roared to life, his foot slammed the gas pedal to the floor. The car lurched forward, tires screaming, and the insanity that was Crowley, laughed, hearing Aziraphale squeak, watching as Aziraphale's hand slammed into the ceiling and grabbed the dashboard. "Crowley! You can't do ninety in town!" Crowley let go of the steering wheel looking at Aziraphale, his hands lifting in question, "Why not?" Aziraphale closed his eyes and prayed to the god, almighty herself, that they would survive the drive. Crowley parked in a spot that he had marked off himself, like a parking spot, it wasn't one. Aziraphale all but spilled out of the car, holding onto the door and then the roof, finally straightening his vest. Crowley couldn't stop smirking, watching Aziraphale, walking over he slid his arm around his shoulders. "Come on, then." Crowley stopped and went to open the door for Aziraphale when the sound of a voice crawled over Aziraphale's skin like slimy maggots.
"Aziraphale, can we have a moment." Gabriel wasn't smirking, but his voice was; Aziraphale could feel it, his eyes glancing up at Crowley, who looked down at him and then back at Gabriel, who had narrowed his eyes, seeing that Aziraphale looked at Crowley for an okay. "Now, Aziraphale." Crowley went to take a step forward when Aziraphales hand touched his chest, and he shook his head, no. Turning, he walked back towards Gabriel; in turn, Gabriel looked at Crowley, "Alone, our business with our employee has nothing to do with you." Crowley clenched his jaw, stepped into the doorway, door open, looking dead at Gabriel, "Problem? I am in my business, and you are bothering my angel." Aziraphale couldn't help but feel warm, and his heart thrummed against his ribs, the blush that crept into his cheeks was adorable in Crowleys eyes. Gabriel glared at Crowley dismissively. "Aziraphale, your biography on Shadwell was shit, so we incinerated it, you took the softest approach on the man, much like you keep yourself, soft and distasteful." Gabriel's grin became sadistic as he ridiculed Aziraphale in front of Crowley.
Crowley took two strides forward, placing himself between his angel and Gabriel. "Get away from my building and off my property, you worthless, overhyped, untalented hack." Crowley stood just slightly taller than Gabriel and looked down at him, violet eyes looked up at Crowley. Crowley, unabashedly not phased by the man in front of him, took a step forward. "Your property, you don't own this." Crowley grinned, "You aren't very good at research, are you, maybe you're the hack. Do you think I don't know you're looking into me, what I own, and don't own? Go back to your master, you spineless rodent, you aren't even worth Aziraphale's time." Gabriel took a step back and went to speak, Crowley cut him off as he possessively slid his arm around Aziraphale, his angel, "Get the fuck off my property, now."
Gabriel straightened his spine, turning he walked away with Hastur and Ligur quietly following in his wake. Aziraphale was pulled in closer to Crowley, he let himself be protected and was ushered into the bistro. "What a piece of shit, are you okay, Angel?" Crowley looked down into blue eyes, who nodded up at him with a smile reserved for Crowley. Anathema came over, "What was that about?" Crowley shook his head, "You need to get a new job Angel, maybe publish some of your own work? You don't need that." Aziraphale sighed and nodded, "You are right, but where would I work? Who would publish me?" Aziraphale quieted, looking down at the ground, walking to a seat slightly away from Anathema and Crowley. "Anathema, we need to get him out of there, he was fine before that asshole showed up." Anathema nodded and looked guilty, "Witch, spill it."
"Tracey told me that Gabriel and the rest go out of their way to make his life hell, he's too good at what he does, so they just, well they have meetings to make sure they keep him in his place, Crowley." Anathema looked at Crowley, who had taken his glasses off watching Aziraphale, the fires of hell lit in his eyes. How dare they go out of their way to hurt his angel, just to take advantage of him. His soft, loving, voice of an angel, love. Crowley stopped as his mind added in love, maybe he did love Aziraphale, it felt right, it made him happy, but he wasn't ready to say that, just yet.of an angel, love. Crowley stopped as his mind added in love, maybe he did love Aziraphale, it felt right, it made him happy, but he wasn't ready to say that, just yet./p
