Three strides across the bookshop, grabbed the collar. Lips on lips
Aziraphale blinked in the daylight. "What?" They were outside.
Crowley slipped on his sunglasses. "Don't you mean where?" he spat something from his mouth.
"The coffee! That's just wrong! Even my lot wouldn't mess with the coffee" he snapped his fingers.
"Better?" He put his hands either side of Aziraphale head. Looking for his eyes being overly dilated or signs of brain damage. Aziraphale still looked a little stunned.
"Where?" he took a step back from Crowley.
"Megiddo. You think someone as smart as you wouldn't have been Impressed twice."
"Oh" Like a lightning bolt, it came back to him. "it wasn't twice" he straightened his waistcoat and ran his hand through the pale hair on his head
"More? Like how many times? Did you like the King's shilling so much you went back for seconds?" amused look on his face, Crowley chuckled.
"You kissed me!"
"Changing the subject Angel? Have you not learned not to take sweeties from strangers? Any way, talking blah blah blah. We have no time." he waved his hand around and turned in a circle.
"You kissed me!"
"Still am. We haven't got long. I've slowed time a touch"
"Touch? Time? You are making no sense"
"Would you rather..." he appeared at the left side of Aziraphale "if I wissspered" tounge out and whipping up his ear "in your shell like?" he smiled and winked
Aziraphale giggled "stop that, that tickles" he rubbed his ear
"Filing that one. Never heard that noise before"
"We are being watched"
"I should hope so"
"Heaven roofied me!"
"Yes"
"You are kissing me!"
"Yessss"
Aziraphale looked around, steadied himself on Crowley's arm
The world changed. Park. Their bench.
Side by side
"We haven't got long. It's going to be the fourteen century all over again" Head in hands, he looked up. "They are planning something"
"When we are done. A picnic. I have a blanket" Aziraphale's eyes twinkling.
"Not the one from the shop, I'd always know its been there"
"What there?"
"Jim's. You know. Jim's..." he gestured down his body.
"Ball?"
"What?!" Crowley studied the angel over his glasses.
"We can have a ball. Dancing, candles. The electric candles. A ball."
"Because the last one worked out so well. Concentrate Angel. We have to do the thing. The thing we didn't want to do."
Aziraphale's hands were on his shoulders
Location: bookshop. They watched as their real selves pressed together. Crowley full on squeed
"Hands. Hands in wing parts. Tickles."
"Soft" Aziraphale whispered.
"Squeek?"
"Filing that, Demon"
A small sigh from both
"Now, we have to never talk again"
"No. I said no."
"In public. You are thick. They will be watching. We need to have a epic, pathetic, break up. Then you have to be in charge and stop them."
"I know."
"Say you forgive me Aziraphale. Because I will be the grit in your nacre, will make your teeth itch."
Blink.
Separate and hurt in their eyes.
Time was overflowing again.
