Crowley raises his eyebrows. The angel smiles even more and approaches him a bit, quite excited, and... Crowley's doorbell rings, simultaneous with the ringing of his phone.

Okay, too many things happening at once.

Oh, yes... and big things, especially about food, it's quite an event.

What food? Especially Aziraphale!

Aziraphale squints and... stops a few inches from his mouth.

"Oh..."

Crowley leans in for his kiss. He's not going to back off, of course, especially after what his little angelic peanut brain just understood.

Although it won't be a long kiss this time.

Alright... come on, we all understand you have to go open the door. In fact, they ring again, so he steps back a bit and looks at Aziraphale.

"Give me a minute."

The angel nods, smiling a bit and letting him get up. Crowley moistens his lips... gives him another quick one and gets up.

Stop making him smile stupidly!

No! He grabs the phone on his way to the door.

Aziraphale looks at his finger and... the level of silly and absurd smiling is ridiculously absurd.

On the phone, it's the messenger and the app saying his food is about to arrive. The same messenger who is at the door.

So he opens it, smiling, and it's a poor boy with like four giant bags.

"Bloody hell!" he exclaims, smiling.

"Bloody hell... Anthony?" the guy asks because he sees the order on the phone with the account name.

"Yes. That's me."

"I've brought... an order from the Ritz?" he looks inside because he had never had to pick up an order from the Ritz in his life. In fact, everything was quite bizarre about it... but he thought that whoever orders from the Ritz might give him a good extra tip.

"I hope it's not cold. We're quite picky around here."

"Oh... no. Well. I tried to come as fast as possible actually... and..."

"To be honest, I'm not sure if I'm going to leave a very positive comment about that."

"What? Why?"

"You couldn't have come at a worse time."

"E-Excuse me?"

"But he said yes," you haven't even proposed anything, man! Still, he shows his ring so happily, "So you can take... this," he looks around and grabs one of his sunglasses that are everywhere, giving it to the boy.

Or did you just give him a souvenir? Also, I love it... did he say yes but he's bringing the ring?

It's a tip. Shut up, it doesn't have to make sense!

The guy tilts his head and takes the sunglasses... come on, because... they're not ugly actually. In fact, if I remember correctly, HE doesn't wear sunglasses.

Noo I don't know if he... uh... no, okay, when you look back he'll bring it. "Is this your caaaard?"

He obviously thinks they're contact lenses.

"Oh... congrats?" semi-fake smile. Geez, weird people live in these luxury apartments.

"More like 'about bloody time,' but fine. What would you know. Anything else?"

"They've put... the soups here. And... I think... did they say something about in three? Three in? Well, I don't know, there are things. And here are the desserts. It's heavy."

Crowley takes the bags carefully.

"Oh, wait... they also ordered a bottle, right? And they gave me some coffees. They've given me a bunch of stuff..." he lowers the backpack from his back and gives him two more bags.

"Alright, looks like we're going to be living here for a few months," Crowley comments, taking the other bags as well.

"Ready, Anthony. Do you want me to... take them? Or..." referring to the sunglasses.

"Yes, yes. They're a gift."

"Oh... great. Thank you very much, Anthony. In fact... Well, if you want me to bring something else from the Ritz I can do it. I don't know how many people order, but I'll try to be the next one to select your order," he smiles so happily.

The demon looks at him for a moment... and there are people who DON'T learn.

"You deliver anywhere in London, right?"

"Well... yes. Why?"

"I mean, if I gave you a slightly complicated address of a building with some stairs to go up or down, you'd just go there and go down to find the person..."

"Eh... well, yes."

"Crowley?" Aziraphale calls.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, come get this if you want," he replies to Aziraphale and then turns to the guy, "And you could bring... anything, right?"

"Well, anything legal."

There comes Aziraphale all smiley a few seconds later.

"Yes, yes, of course, but I mean it could be objects, right? Or does it have to be food?"

"What do you do?" Aziraphale asks.

"And what are... the limits?" seriously Crowley, this is why you fell. JUST FOR THIS. He raises his hand to stop Aziraphale, "I mean, can it be any edible or does it have to be something sold at a food place?"

"Well, it would have to be something sold at a food place and I would have to get it. But... we're in the UK. Come on, what could happen to me? Is it a dangerous area? I know London well. If you pay me enough..."

"What are you asking the boy?" Aziraphale asks, taking some of the bags... and what he wants is for him to come back.

"I understand, I understand... I want to send some of your necrophilic buns down there," he refers to the consecrated wafers, "To the boys down there... in your name."

"Necrophilic? In my name? Oh... but this poor boy..."

"Or maybe send vomit up there, since in the end..." he shrugs.

"Up where?" the guy asks.

"A delivery and a delivery... doesn't seem like a bad idea at all," Aziraphale smiles, "Ahem... come on, being yours and all that."

"Up... there," he smiles and now he does take out a ten-pound note, "This is for the answers," he hands it over. The guy smiles with that.

"Great."

"Spend it on something fun. I'm not sure what will happen to you if... well, it's just going to be interesting. You'll hear from me soon."

"And how will... you contact me? Do I give you my phone?"

"No," Crowley goes to close the door.

"But... how will you contact me?"

"Just like now," eyes rolling.

"No, you can't choose on Uber Eats. Do you want me to come another day?"

It's Aziraphale who closes the door with his butt. Crowley looks at him raising his eyebrows.

"Don't even try to convince me that you won't be able to find him in a second whenever you want."

The guy rings the doorbell again.

"Of course, but what about your gentlemanly manners?" the demon snaps his fingers and the doorbell stops working.

"Oh, were they still talking? Sorry, I didn't notice I was interrupting," the angel feigns innocence, moistening his lips, and... the silly smile he still has.

The "yeah, right" look and he trails after him.

"What did you order so much?" Crowley asks, glancing at him sideways.

"What you said!"

"It's a lot! Are you... are you going to eat, right?"

"That wasn't the idea..."

"Oh... but... just a little."

"Ugh, you're a danger ordering food when you're hungry."

"Well, the Ritz menu is very good, and you never know when we'll come back!"

"As if any of that justifies or changes the fact that you're a danger ordering food when you're hungry."

"I assumed you would eat! You didn't tell me you didn't want to eat!"

"Sure, because it's so usual for me..." eyes roll.

"The other day you ate! I thought you liked the idea... maybe you could start eating and... I could sleep some... nights," he blushes. Don't believe him entirely.

"I don't need you to sleep if you don't want to. Just be quiet while I do."

"Right, I don't need you to eat regularly... until there's too much food."

"Fine, fine. Damn it. And anyway, whose fault is it that there's so much?" the demon starts serving himself from whatever is in the bags.

"Yours, for ordering it," Aziraphale smiles a bit and takes the utensils from him to serve him because Crowley is making a mess, "And I don't know why you say I'm not quiet while you sleep... you exaggerate."

"No, no, I know how to shut you up now," he takes the wine glass that was the only thing he had already served, letting him do it.

"I've always enjoyed a good book!"

"Yes, sure, that's what I was talking about," sip of wine.

Aziraphale looks at him from the corner of his eye, blushing, while he serves him the simplest things he thinks might please him. And he doesn't serve him much.

"T-The other way... i-Is..." he tries to complain, REALLY but... he just can't find the words right now.

Crowley looks at him considering he just got himself into a pickle all by himself and he's not going to help him, because it's interesting to see how that sentence ends.

"Well... A way. A little... unconventional," the angel clears his throat.

"In fact, if you look at humans, they're like that all the time."

"Shutting up like that?"

"Well, not just shutting up."

"I'm not... entirely surprised."

"You insist on ineffability and I on insatiability."

"I don't know where you got that from!" the problem is he's kind of right. If it were up to him, he'd be kissing him quite... continuously. Because kissing Crowley, since he tried it, he's liked it a lot: they're soft, very close, and there's a lot of affection and physical closeness involved (uh... and tongue). It's a nice human way to be close. And besides... there was something he still couldn't quite explain or control about Crowley's physical affection. When they kissed SOMETHING happened. He forgot everything and felt this... instinct? Intense. Wanting to be... closer, closer together, for Crowley to kiss him more or touch him more. And that feeling, especially during kisses, never stopped. And it was strange and strong and... new.

The demon smiles because he's just teasing him.

"Surely, since you're a demon and that's what you do, you think it's never enough for me because for humans it's never enough," he finishes serving and hands the two plates to Crowley.

"I think it's never enough for you because I haven't stopped feeling your desire since the other day," he takes the plates, making it up.

Okay, he almost drops them.

"Wh-What?!" that's a move of yours, Crowley, that can turn everything upside down a bit. In fact, we're not sure if he pales or blushes.

The demon smiles, moving the plates so he doesn't drop them.

It was... plausible that Crowley could FEEL the desire. Although it wasn't something he had mentioned before. And surely... he would have mentioned it, right? He looks at him a little panicked.

"Can you, feel the desire, my dear?" he asks, trying to appear calm.

"Does it surprise you?"

No. It was the perfect way to tempt.

"B-But you've never said th-that..."

"There was no need," the demon smiles. He leaves the plates on the table.

Aziraphale swallows because... maybe, uh, a little before, yes, but especially these last few days... he doesn't just have that usual desire to talk to him and have a good time, but every time he's around he just can't help feeling that absolute need for physical affection. To touch him, to hug him... or kiss him. And now Crowley could... FEEL it? UGH.

"Yes, that's the face I made the day I found out that you..." he blushes a little and rolls his eyes at himself.

Okay, the eye-rolling freezes him. Aziraphale taking embarrassment lessons with Crowley. It's just that he even takes a step back feeling exactly as exposed with him as when he talked about Crowley with Gabriel.

It wasn't that Crowley knew he had desires, even more so for him. But that Crowley thought it was... ridiculous.

"What's wrong? It's not that bad," The demon blinks a bit at the angel's panicked expression.

And it was the absurd inability to control any of this. He couldn't control loving him, and now he couldn't... desire him. And Crowley not only felt it but... rolled his eyes as if that were incredibly stupid and in his infinite stupidity, right now Aziraphale desperately WISHED that Crowley would come to him and hug him and assure him that desiring all this was okay, like loving him.

"Angel..." he approaches him worriedly, because he may not truly feel the desire, but he reads him quite well and knows he's panicking, even if he doesn't know why.

Aziraphale wrestles with himself to stop wanting that. How do you stop wanting things? Is he coming only because he desires it? He takes a panicked step back.

"Angel, talk to me, what's wrong?" he stops seeing him take a step back.

"I-I... n-no," he whispers, stammering.

"No what?"

"I should go home," suddenly finding himself in the fabulous landscapes of southern Mozambique. I've moved. Oops, hadn't I told you? How unfortunate.

"What the fuck?"

"T-That's what I'm thinking too..." the angel blurts out, closing his eyes so as not to look at him.

"But what happened? Is it because of what I said? It was a lie!"

"No, it's not because of what you said. It's not because of anything you said. It's because of what you really..." he moistens his lips, and it's one thing for Gabriel to think it's silly that he loves him, and quite another for CROWLEY to think it's silly that he desires him.

"What? Come on, it was a joke!" Crowley approaches again, nervously.

Aziraphale takes another step back, bumping into a piece of furniture, so the demon stops again and squeezes his eyes shut.

"Was it one of your jokes? What are you going to do? Go to half of hell and tell them?"

"What? Yeah, because I get along great with everyone bloody down there!"

"This could be a wonderful opening line for conversation. What do you think happens now? The bloody idiot DESIRES me!"

Crowley moistens his lips, stopping and looking at him.

"One thing is that... Gabriel..."

"Gabriel?" he frowns.

"B-But you...," he moistens his lips.

The demon just looks at him super lost with all this, not knowing what he's talking about. Aziraphale also looks at him lost, suddenly feeling infinitely alone.

"I?"

It's those forlorn eyes he puts on, but Crowley doesn't know what to say to him.

"You love me," Aziraphale asserts.

"Y-Yes."

"I don't think you're stupid for it, or too human, or any of those things."

"Um... o-okay," Crowley swallows.

"But I assume that... you."

"Me?"

"You're just like the rest."

"Why?"

"Stop pretending like you don't!" Aziraphale whines.

"I don't understand why you think that..."

"You yourself, being there..." he covers his face with his hands.

"What?" he approaches again.

He doesn't move away this time, Crowley hesitates a bit but puts his hands on his arms. Aziraphale tenses a bit, but ends up leaning into him a bit, and finally, the demon hugs him.

"You were the only one who didn't think I was an idiot..."

"Well, apart from all that book stuff, very smart, very smart..." he tries to joke.

Your knack for choosing good times to joke is innate, Crowley. It's a divine gift.

"I'm tempted to kill you."

Crowley laughs.

"Alright, now it's almost a certainty, not just a temptation..."

"Oh, come on!" the demon protests, still laughing a bit. He makes him smile, I don't know how, because look at that..."You'll make Gabriel very happy..."

"I hate Gabriel," he suddenly asserts, and it must be the first time he even allows himself to think it. So plain with all his letters. Feeling it, is another matter.

"Oh, yeah."

"But precisely because of that, Crowley..."

"What? I've been wanting to hear that for a very long time!"

Aziraphale chuckles a bit, still with his face covered.

"Almost more than all the other things."

"I shouldn't say it... or even think it. I shouldn't even feel it. But..."

"Of course you should, the last thing you need is for someone to tell you what to feel."

"But it's just that God... is Omniscient."

"Then she probably already knows."

"I know, but still, I shouldn't feel it. But it's the same, I've been feeling it for a long time."

"And I'm sure she knows that you have EVERY reason in the universe to hate her. I can't stand her and I've only seen her like ten times in six thousand years..."

Aziraphale sighs and... puts his hands on Crowley's chest. Crowley strokes his back and squishes him against himself a bit. The angel moistens his lips and turns his face a bit, because he's starting to desire kissing him again.

"So I don't think she judges you too harshly, in the end, I don't think she can stand him either."

"She definitely... must tolerate him. She has him there."

"And so what? The way they all behave..."

"I shouldn't feel so guilty, really. Gabriel probably hates me."

"I don't think he even has feelings. Are you sure he's not a robot?"

"He... is definitely not a robot. Yes," he looks back into Crowley's eyes, "I-I'm going to... I'm going to sort this out, Crowley."

"No. We're going to relax and have dinner before I have to endure you bitterly complaining for the next hour and a half about how everything's gone cold and you hate reheating it."

Aziraphale smiles a little at that and gives him a gentle pat on the chest. Crowley kisses his head.

"Okay," he nods a bit, giving him another pat and looking at his hand with the snake ring, smiling a bit. This was an absolute roller coaster!

Especially Aziraphale and his stories. Crowley loosens his grip on him a bit.

Because he rolled his eyes at a verrrrry bad moment and hasn't even realized it, but he's... given him quite a scare and he's still not clear on things. For now, he sits up very straight in the spot he's determined for himself.