Chapter 2: The Christmas Angel
Sorry this took so long for me to type up. I've had it finished for ages now, but I just haven't had a chance (or the patience) to type this up. I have actually finished writing the fic now (just love those math's lessons), and I plan to type it all up soon, I have a friend who wants the rest of it... Onto the fic
Months went by and still Aziraphale did not call Crowley. Crowley had given up hope. His angel had given up on him, why should he care? The angel was just a stupid stuck up pouf.
Christmas came. Deciding it would be fun to get drunk and torment people Crowley went to the Ritz. Once there Crowley proceeded to get drunk. He was doing very well until Aziraphale walked in.
Crowley sobered up the moment he saw the angel. It was an automatic reaction for Crowley to go an say hi. So he did.
"Hi Aziraphale. How have you been?" Crowley could barely keep the pain from his voice as old feelings hit him.
"Very well. how have you been as of late Crowley?" Aziraphale hated all those formalities. It wasn't right.
"Oh same old, same old. Can I buy you a drink?"
"That would be marvelous Crowley." Together they proceeded to the bar. They ordered and sat down.
There was an awkward silence. Aziraphale broke it. "I've been meaning to call you. I just didn't know where to begin or what to say. Crowley I do love you." Crowley choked back a cry as Aziraphale put his hand on his thigh.
"Angel?"
"Shhh Crowley. It's fine. I know what I'm doing. I love you and want to be with you. Let's go to my room." They left without drinking their drinks and went straight to Aziraphale's room.
"Crowley don't be nervous," Aziraphale said as he stepped towards Crowley.
"What are you -" Crowley's words turned into mews of pleasure as Aziraphale began gently rubbing his left collarbone.
Crowley reached forward and gathered Aziraphale's face and pulled him in for a kiss. The kiss felt like it lasted an eternity. Everything was perfect.