You Idiot- a very short Good Omens 2 fan-fic

by TheTie-DyeJedi

So can't believe I wrote this, but it's based off the final scene between Aizraphale and Crowley from season 2. I wrote it like it is in the show, but based on the theory that Aziraphale lied to Crowley to keep him safe. And how Crowley's kiss nearly spoils everything. Even though I don't ship A & C romantically. Very short, angst, feelings, hurt, final scene, the kiss

You Idiot

a very mini Good Omens 2 fan-fic

"You idiot," Crowley said in a voice almost breaking. "We could have been us."

Aziraphale couldn't say anything in reply, but stared after the demon as he was about to leave. He was devastated. Crowley was angry, and hurt as well, if Aziraphale could read the way his shoulders sagged. The angel couldn't let him go like that.

"Crowley, please!" Aziraphale begged truthfully, his heart at the point of breaking. "I need you here with me. Together!"

Crowley turned back.

Even after he had lied to him, told such lies that he knew would hurt his friend, Aziraphale's heart was for a moment hopeful. Maybe Crowley did understand what the angel was trying to tell him?

The demon took off his sunglasses. There were so many things written in his amber eyes, Aziraphale wasn't sure if he knew what they all were.

Then it all happened so quickly. Crowley was suddenly right next to him, he grabbed Aziraphale by his coat collar, shoved him back against the pillar and Crowley's lips were planted over his.

Aziraphale couldn't react at first, his eyes wide in astonishment. He gripped Crowley's wrist tightly in one hand, the other seeking his back.

Crowley did not let go. His kiss was forceful and full of passion. Aziraphale had of course known Crowley was very well capable of strong emotion, but he was still surprised. The contact burned, burned with a strong fire of intensity. It was so intense that Aziraphale nearly forgot himself. Crowley's lips were pressed tightly against his, nose and chin also touching. Aziraphale felt Crowley's forked tongue touch his own.

For a short, very long moment, the angel forgot everything and he kissed Crowley back, gripping his jacket in his hands. If Aziraphale had remained this way, the kiss might have lasted for some time. The passion that Crowley poured into it was almost enough to make the angel forget completely.

Then Aziraphale remembered. He remembered what he had promised himself. For Crowley's sake, for his safety, he had to refuse.

Aziraphale pulled away, gasping for breath.

Crowley's face was painful for him to look at. There was hurt there; hurt, pain, rejection and love. Powerful love. Love so strong, Aziraphale almost denounced everything he had already decided. He so wanted to tell Crowley the truth, to rush into his arms and confess it all. But if he did, the demon would surely die.

Crowley's cheeks were streaked with fresh, hot tears. The tears came to Aziraphale's own eyes, even as he refused. He hardened his face against the emotions threatening to take him apart.

"I forgive you," he said, almost spitting out the words.

Crowley's eyes flashed.

"Don't bother," he hissed. He shoved his glasses on over his wet face and stormed out of the bookshop.

Aziraphale turned away, his hand going to his lips, still tingling from Crowley's kiss. The tears were welling up and everything inside of him was splintering into millions of tiny fragments.

He was gone. Crowley was gone.

He would be safe, he wouldn't try and rescue him this time, but he would live. And Aziraphale had never felt more terrible in his entire six thousand years of his celestial life. He had done this out of love, as he had always loved Crowley, ever since that day on the garden wall. It was his nature. He wasn't sure exactly how he loved Crowley, whether romantically or just platonicly, he just knew he did. And now the angel had broken his heart and he so regretted it.