Author's Notes: I don't own anything in this, except for perhaps the idea. Good Omens and the characters herein are © gNeil and pTerry. No offense is meant, so if you are the authors (or their lawyers), please don't sue. Also, I attempted to mimic the writing style in GO, hence the use of footnotes.

Fine Lines

Aziraphale decided that alcohol, as well as sugar, had to be the product of the Other Side. Dealing with a drunk and sugar high Crowley was giving him a headache.

"So there was this…" the demon gestured, trying to formulate the right word.

"Bar? Post? Stick?" the angel tried.

Crowley suddenly burst into giggles, for no apparent reason. "No…thas' not it…" he slurred.

"Then what is it!" Aziraphale exclaimed, getting tired of Crowley, trying to repeat some joke he had heard. This was the fifth time.

"Fence!" the demon snapped his fingers and grinned. "Yeah! Ssso there wasss thisss fence-"

The angel cut him off. "Dear, 1 you're hissing."

"Oh? I am? Ssssorry, Angel 2." "I'm a demon, we're ssssuppossssed to hisss…" he grinned.

"What has gotten into you, Crowley?!" Azirphale demanded.

"The wine…" Crowley smirked. "And Angel?"

"What?" he snapped.

"There'sss sssomething on your face…"

The mildly vain Azi flushed and began rubbing at his face.

"No, no, you're missing it entirely. Here, let me," the demon giggled, willing the sugar out of his system and lazily straddled the now bright red angel.

"You're so messssy…" he mumbled drunkenly, licking his thumb and dragging it across the nonexistent smudge on Aziraphale's face.

The angel squirmed and swallowed nervously.

"Ssssomething wrong, Angel?" he purred, his breath reeking of alcohol.

"Get off!" he growled, or as best as an angel could, fighting back alarm. It was rare that a demon (or an angel for that matter) tried to be any gender…but it seemed that Crowley was trying very hard. (No pun intended.)

"GET OFF!" he said louder, feeling sick to his stomach.

"Oh ssshussh…." Crowley hissed, leaning in to kiss the flustered angel.

Azi responded with a yelp and shoved the demon off his lap.

"YOU FOUL TEMPTER!" he cried, hugging his knees.

Crowley sobered up immediately, seeing the look on Azirphale's face. "Angel?" he tilted his head to the side.

"Get out!" he shouted. "GET OUT!"

" 'Zira…" the demon tried again, his voice soft.

"GET. OUT!" Azirphale screamed, his eyes tearing up.

Crowley felt a sudden pang of guilt. 3 "Angel…" he winced visibly at the fear in Aziraphale's eyes. "All right, all right, I'm getting out…" he turned around, and in a blink of an eye, was gone. The angel let out a single sob, burying his face in his knees.

I'm falling…I have to be….Because…I wanted to kiss him back…

1 & 2 I take those quotes from the book itself.

3 But the feeling was lost on Crowley, for it had been thousands of years since he had a conscience.