A/N: I adore this ship. It's canon and nothing can change that to me.Disclaimer: I do not home Good Omens. Any copyrighted or recognised people or places owned by the original owners.
Aziraphale rose that morning with a yawn and head to the kitchen. He was going to make fluffy pancakes for him and Crowley with some coffee and tea. He got out a saucepan and an egg turner. He started mixing ingredients in a jug with a whisk. He didn't hear Crowley walking up to him and standing behind him.
Crowley gently kissed the back of his neck, making Aziraphale jump, "Crowley!" he exclaimed. Crowley chuckled, "Good morning, angel, Yes?" Aziraphale blushed, "You nearly made me jump six foot!" Crowley smirked a bit, "Breakfast is undergo, I see. Is there anything I can do, angel?" He nodded, "Could you make the tea and coffee?" The demon nodded and got out a black cup and a heather grey cup, making tea and coffee in their respective mugs. Aziraphale flipped the pancakes and idly talked to the demon, "I have to go and check the bookshop is stocked up today." Crowley nodded, "Might come with you and see if there's any new horror novels." Aziraphale smiled softly, putting the pancakes on the table, "Oh, that would be wonderful. I would be glad for the company." Crowley simply smirked a small bit and ate some pancakes while sipping his coffee. Aziraphale ate quietly and finished his tea. He went back to his room to get dressed and head out to the bookshop. The bookshop was named A.Z. Fell and Co., it was situated on Greek Street in Soho, which was in the heart of London's West End. Crowley usually drove them there in the Bentley, which Aziraphale was fond of. They got into the car, Crowley driving them there almost silently, save for him humming under his breath. Aziraphale got out of the car when Crowley parked, going straight for the bookshop. He opened the door with his keys, putting the open sign up. Aziraphale was looking for a specific book in particular, an old cookbook that he had once loved dearly. He knew it was on one of the top shelves, but he wasn't sure where. He took a ladder out and began rifling through the bookshelves to find this specific cookbook. He didn't notice Crowley walking not far from the ladder, looking at the section of horror novels that here in stock. Even though this was a place for Aziraphale to keep his books, it wouldn't do to not keep up appearances, so he stocked in new books now and then, varying in themes and topics. He wasn't looking where he was going and managed to slip, causing him to fall off the ladder. Crowley used his quick reflexes to rush over to the falling angel's side and managed to catch him, just in the nick of time before he could come into harm's way. Crowley chuckled, "I thought I've told you many times to be careful on ladders, angel?" Aziraphale blushed, "You have, but I wasn't looking where I was going and I well, I um… fell." he explained in a flustered tone, Crowley still hadn't put him down and he felt comfortable in the demon's embrace. The red eyed demon smiled a bit, "Falling into the arms of a demon? Dangerous business for angels don't you think?" Aziraphale only blushed darker, "Yes, I do suppose that it is. Thank you for catching me, Crowley." He bit his lip, attempting to hide his own flusterment with charm, "Think nothing of it, angel." He didn't want to put the blushing blue-eyed angel down. It was amazing to feel the shorter man in his arms. He whispered to him, "Aziraphale, can I ask you something?" The angel nodded, "Of course, Crowley." Crowley bit his lip and asked, "Would you like to go for lunch after this?" he had meant it as a date. They had been on countless luncheons and dinner dates together, but they had been platonic, not to Crowley's liking in the slightest, when the adorable angel was involved. He kissed Aziraphale's nose, "I mean it as a date, angel. Not platonically." Aziraphale smiled widely, blushing bright red, "I would love to!" he exclaimed happily. Crowley had a trick up his sleeve, smirking slightly at the flustered angel, "It'll cost you, angel." Aziraphale tilted his head and blinked, "Oh, of course. It's my turn to pay." Crowley shook his head and leaning in to whisper into Aziraphale's ear, "No, it is most definitely not." He gently stroked Aziraphale's lips, "It's these I want." Aziraphale blushed and reached up to peck Crowley's lips, happy to have finally kissed him. Crowley was having no of it. He leaned down and kissed him gently at first, but firmly with love. He gradually kissed Aziraphale deeper, causing the angel's arms to go around his neck. He kissed him back just as deeply, surprising the demon. He bit down gently on the angel's bottom lip, eliciting a small 'hmphf' noise from the blue-eyed man's lips, causing him to open his mouth for the red-head. Crowley gently slid his tongue into Aziraphale's mouth, but he begrudgingly pulled away seconds later.
Aziraphale gasped softly when he pulled away, hugging the demon close to him. He whispered, "I've loved you for years, you know." Crowley let out a soft gasp, eyes taking on a soft look as they stared into the angel's blue gaze, "I've loved you for ages, angel." Aziraphale smiled warmly, kissing his cheek, "Let's go on that lunch date, Crowley." He smiled at the angel and kissed his cheek, "Let's go, angel." Aziraphale nodded, placing a gentle kiss to Crowley's chin, which made the demon inhale sharply and warn Aziraphale gently, "Angel…" Aziraphale tilted his head as he asked softly, "Did I do something wrong?" He shook his head, kissing his nose before replying, "I don't think you could, angel. My chin is very... sensitive." Aziraphale tilted his head, "Does it hurt, snake?" He had been calling him that for years, in a similar manner to Crowley's use of 'angel'. Crowley shook his head, as he explained, "Not that kind of sensitive angel." He looked uncomfortable and then, Aziraphale realised what he meant, "Oh! Oh... You mean it gives you butterflies." Crowley smirked a bit, smiling at the angel's sweetness, "Sure." The angel blushed, "That's what gives me butterflies..." Crowley chuckled, "Then I'm not describing this right, because that warm little smile you happen to give me sometimes makes feel warm inside. Hm, I suppose… you could say, it feels like this, angel~" he kissed the back of Aziraphale's neck gently, making the angel shiver. He gasped softly, "It feels like that?" he asked. The red haired man replied, "Yeah, but on a higher scale, angel." Aziraphale looked stunned by this, "Really?" he asked curiously. Crowley still hadn't put him down, far too comfortable with the angel in his arms. He explained, using his head to tilt his sunglasses back up to his eyes, "I didn't really want to explain this, angel. Mainly, because it's a bit it awkward in nature but snakes – yes, even demonic ones – tend to rub their chin on their err... partner as a sight of... Oh, sodit! Snakes rub their chin on partners as a sign that they are sexually or otherwise attracted to them." Aziraphale looked fascinated, "So, then I rub your chin... it feels good?" Crowley winced, "Far too good. In fact, no chin running for you, angel. I... might not be able to control myself if you do." The pale-haired man replied, "Oh, alright. But… no kissing behind my ears in that case." Crowley smirked a bit, "Oh? Why ever not, angel?" He blushed, "They're... sensitive." Crowley chuckled as he kissed his cheek, "How lovely." Aziraphale blushed darkly, "Shall we go now, snake?" Crowley hummed, setting the blue-eyed man down very gently, despite not actually wanting to let him go. Crowley asked, "Should we go to The Criterion?" Aziraphale nodded, "It's lovely there. Especially since they serve Bordeaux." Crowley chuckled, "Indeed, they do. What are you in the mood for, angel?" he asked curiously, taking the pale-haired man's hand in his. Aziraphale entwined their fingers happily and walked to the car with him. The restaurant was only twenty or so minutes away, so it was a rather quick drive. The arrived there and had a lovely lunch of egg and cress sandwiches in brioche buns with tea and coffee, choosing not to drink the Bordeaux wine just yet, there would be plenty of time for that at home. Once they arrived home, Aziraphale began making dinner from the cookbook he had procured from the library; a hearty lamb stew with crusty bread to go alongside it, was soon underway. Crowley came into the kitchen, spotting him with his sleeves rolled up to his forearms so that he could knead the pastry. Crowley's eyes wandered over the expanse of pale exposed skin, his mind going to places that he wasn't sure the angel would approve of. Aziraphale spotted him staring and blushed darkly, "Are you alright, snake?" Crowley smiled at him charmingly, hiding his bashfulness around the angel with charm. Aziraphale blushed at his charming smile, bending down to put the bread into the oven. Crowley couldn't help but look at him and he kept his gaze when the angel got back up, locking eyes with Aziraphale's blue ones. He smiled and put on timers for the bread as the stew cooked on the stove. Crowley walked over and wrapped his arms around the angel from behind, resting his head on his left shoulder while the angel stirred the stew. Crowley sniffed it and smiled warmly, sneakily kissing the spot just beside the space behind his ear that had been forbidden to kiss. Aziraphale blushed darkly at the spot almost being kissed. Crowley whispered, "You remembered my favourite, adorable angel." He blushed, "Of course, I did. That's the reason why I needed this specific cookbook, snake. It dates back to about 1862, when they had shared the meal a little while before any trouble happened in Paris. Aziraphale smiled softly at him, "I just hope I can manage to make it properly." Crowley kissed his cheek, not moving from where he was, "It will be perfect, angel." He smiled warmly at the red-eyed man and continued cooking, Crowley moving with him when he moved, so not to have to leave the angel's side. When dinner was cooked, Aziraphale decided to start on dessert, asking Crowley to go and get some Bordeaux from the wine storage unit, not far from the fridge. He did this, getting two wine glasses for them and setting the table while Aziraphale began making a simple apple, cinnamon and raisin crumble since fruity deserts went together best with Bordeaux – they had unfortunately learned that the hard way. Crowley had wrapped his arms around Aziraphale again, humming at the scent of cinnamon and apples, he whispered to the angel, "You know me too well, angel. This is wonderful." Aziraphale smiled warmly, turning his head to place a gently kiss on the corner of Crowley's mouth, "I know you just well enough, snake." he softly spoke, going back to the fridge to make a small salad to use as a starter for them. He turned off the oven and sat down, serving the salad with a smile. Crowley poured the wine into two glasses and passed one to Aziraphale, with a smile. Their fingers brushed against each other's, causing both of them to go a little pink. Crowley lifted his glass, "What are we toasting to, angel?" Aziraphale smiled, blue eyes twinkling, raising his glass in return, "To love?" Crowley smiled warmly, "To love." He clinked his glass against Aziraphale's, who repeated the action with Crowley's. Aziraphale got up and served their food; cutting generous hunks of bread and hearty servings of stew for them both, until afterwards when he served two bowls of the apple crumble with custard. Crowley poured them more wine happily. After they had eaten, they snuggled on the couch beside a roaring fire. Crowley kissed from Aziraphale's temple down to his jawline, causing shivers to run through the angel's body. He snuggled close to the demon and placed soft, loving kisses in return to the Crowley's forehead down to his neck, very careful not to kiss his chin. Crowley noticed this and chuckled. Aziraphale wondered what would happen if he did kiss Crowley's chin, so he did. Crowley automatically took both of the angel's wrists in his hands, pinning them above his head. It had been a similar reaction when Aziraphale had called him 'nice'. He realised what he'd done and let the angel's wrists go, "I'm sorry, angel. Are you hurt?" Aziraphale blushed darkly, "No, I'm not hurt. You've no need to apologise. I um… rather liked it, actually." Crowley smirked a little, "Then I will definitely have to pay you back, angel." He leaned down and brushed his lips to the spot behind the angel's ear. Aziraphale felt shivers run down his spine, a small moan escaping his throat. Crowley hummed, deciding that he liked that noise very much.
"I like that noise." he whispered into Aziraphale's ear, which caused the angel to inhale sharply, "C-Crowley…" He smiled warmly, holding the shorter man closer to his body in a protective manner, "Yes, angel?" Aziraphale snuggled him close, "I'll fall asleep here if you're not careful." He chuckled, "Better than going to sleep in separate beds. That would be torture for me, knowing that you love me." Aziraphale blushed, "I feel the same. Hm, I wonder if we could perhaps somehow remodel our bedrooms so that I might share with you?" Crowley chuckled, kissing his nose, "Adorable angel. We can share any night you wish. Waking up beside you would be paradise to me." He blushed, "That sounds absolutely lovely, sensational snake." Crowley's eyes fluttered closed at the nickname, "Hm, oh that's lovely." Aziraphale laughed softly and soon found himself falling asleep with his head nuzzling Crowley's chest, the demon's arms wrapped around him protectively with his head resting on top of the angel's. In the morning, the awoke happily by each other's sides.