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Chapter 18:
Relieved Reunion
Crowley walked down the street, feeling rather satisfied with himself. Under his arm he held his gift for Aziraphale, the deadly blade carefully wrapped. Not even those idiot angels could spoil his day now.
The idiots may have been still around or they may have left, he couldn't tell either way. It appeared that while the church's lingering powers indeed shielded him from the angels' detection, they also dimmed his own demonic senses. Even Aziraphale's presence was just a faint feel in the back of his mind, nowhere as clear as it usually was. This disturbed him a bit, but he forced himself to deal with it. There was no choice.
Suddenly, however, he heard a very familiar voice behind him. "Crowley!" exclaimed Aziraphale, sounding ecstatic. "Finally I found you! Oh, I've been so very worried about you!"
Quickly Crowley shrunk the package and put it into his pocket, then turned around to face the angel. And the next second he staggered a couple of steps back as he was met with a bundle of feathers, laughter, and very happy angelic presence. "Watch out, Angel," he muttered, at the same time locking his arms around the angel to make sure he was still there, that despite the faint presence Aziraphale was indeed whole and complete. "You almost knocked me over! You fly pretty fast when you want to."
"Well, that's what I noticed, too," Aziraphale said, finally entangling himself from Crowley's arms and taking a small step backwards. All around them people just walked by, not seeing or hearing a thing out of ordinary. "I made these three help in looking for you, but they simply couldn't keep up with me."
At the mention of 'these three' Crowley glanced sharply to the direction Aziraphale was pointing at. His eyes flashed as he saw the three angels that had threatened him with all those holy objects. The angels squirmed uneasily. Apparently Aziraphale had actually put them in line.
"I'd like to just kick them into next year and back," he muttered, pulling Aziraphale back into his embrace. No, he wasn't going to let go so soon. "Can you imagine? They tried to do me in with holy stuff!"
"Oh, they told me!" exclaimed the angel. "They were actually proud to announce that they had relieved me of 'that vile demon!' Well, I was quick to correct them. But what happened? For a moment, your presence disappeared completely from my mind! I was so scared, Crowley -- I thought you were -- were --"
"Calm down, Angel," sighed Crowley. "It takes more than three overenthusiastic angel kids to do me in. I'm here, and I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon." He tightened his embrace around Aziraphale, greatly enjoying the feel of the half human, half angelic body.
"Hey!" one of the three angels dared to shout. "We're still here, you know! Don't talk about us like that!"
Crowley was about to open his mouth, but Aziraphale raised a hand to silence him. Then, twisting around in the circle of Crowley's arms, Aziraphale turned towards the three lower angels. "Dear children," he started with an overly patient voice, "I am Gabriel's brother. I was brought to existence as a cherub, and all I need to be one again is my sword. This is Crowley, formerly Carowiel, Uriel's brother before he Fell, Michael's best warrior ever. As a demon he was the one to bring forth the Original Sin. I can safely assure you that neither of us can be bothered to give a thought to what you feel after everything you've done."
Crowley cheered inwardly as this rather effectively silenced the young angels. "Why, Angel, I never thought you'd picked such things from me," he said. "Using your position on your advantage. Bad, bad angel."
"It'sss not the only thing I picked from you," Aziraphale replied with a small smile. "Asss I ssshouted at thossse three, I dissscovered a little habit of hissssing. It isss rather fun."
Crowley, however, decided that they had definitely talked enough and needed something else. Therefore, he pulled Aziraphale back against himself, pressing a fierce kiss on his angel's lips, a kiss that was immediately returned. In the middle of all the people on the street, in front of the three startled angels, the two kissed, tongues engaged in a battle for dominance, hands wandering, seeking, coming to hold.
Pleasant shivers ran through Crowley's body from head to toes. Aziraphale's touch seemed to wash away the effects of the strange little church he'd stumbled over. Now he could feel the auras of the three lower angels, and Aziraphale's aura, too, so beautiful and perfect, somehow seemingly even stronger than before. This, Crowley suspected, was just because his mind had gotten used to the faint version and now overreacted as its receiving skills returned to normal levels.
A tiny moan escaped Aziraphale's lips, encouraging Crowley to continue his little job of kissing and caressing. Of course, the demon was all too happy to do so.
Whoever knows just how far they would have gone there, in the middle of the street. However, suddenly Crowley broke off the kiss, looking surprised and slightly worried. "Demonsss," he hissed. "There are lotsss of demonsss sssomewhere nearby -- and that isss not a good thing."
Aziraphale froze in his arms, then slowly pulled away. Glancing around warily, the angel looked for any sign of demonic presence (aside from Crowley, of course) while the three lower angels shivered in fear.
An odd thought came to Crowley as he inspected the feeling of demonic presence further. "Look, take this, Angel," he said, drawing the tiny package from his pocket, at the same time forcing himself not to hiss. "It was meant to be your Christmas gift, but I think you need it already."
He then stared expectantly as Aziraphale took the wrapped sword, looking slightly surprised. Three... Two... One...
Next chapter:
Demons. Battlemode!Azi'n'Crowley. Possibly an archangelic appeareance. Really, why would you need anything else?