Eyes Part 6
Madame Tracy had talked Crowley out of his initial plan of just being waiting in bed completely naked when Aziraphale arrived. She'd said she didn't think the angel would take that very well. After thinking about it for a moment, Crowley agreed that it was a bit like jumping head first into freezing water. Aziraphale needed to be eased in.
When Aziraphale finally got home from his conference, there was a table sitting in the middle of the bookshop. It was set with his nicer plates and a single red rose in a vase in the center as well as two white taper candles that had yet to be lit. There were also wine glasses and a bottle of wine. The lights in the shop had also been dimmed. Aziraphale could smell something wonderful cooking and he smiled.
"Crowley dear, I'm home." Aziraphale called out as he set his suitcase right beside the door.
"Fantastic." Crowley said as he made his way downstairs. He was dressed rather nicely, and a little differently from his usual all black attire. Tonight he was wearing a deep red dress shirt that brought out the highlights in his hair and black trousers. He was still barefoot, though, which was usually the case when he wasn't planning on going outside.
"What's all this, dear?" Aziraphale asked as he moved a little closer to the table. He felt considerably underdressed but he kept that to himself.
"This is me welcoming you home." Crowley said with a chuckle. He walked over and gave Aziraphale a kiss on the cheek. "I thought we could have a nice dinner and then maybe we could just talk for a while. You can tell me about your trip." He grinned.
"That does sound lovely." Aziraphale agreed. He took a seat at the table and started to reach for the wine.
"I've got it." Crowley smiled and picked up the bottle of wine. Aziraphale wanted to protest but he'd learned a long time ago to just let Crowley do the things he wanted to be able to do. It only took a finger running across the rim of the glass for Crowley to pour the wine without incident. He then poured his own glass before taking a seat.
Dinner was absolutely wonderful. Crowley had hired a caterer to provide the meal. A lovely steak with asparagus and rosemary potatoes. It had been a little while since he'd had a meal that good. There was also a lovely chocolate cake for dessert. Not the usual catered meal but it was good. Once they were done eating and their plates put away, Crowley took Aziraphale's hand and led him into the back room of the shop. He sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to him.
"What made you decide to have something like this waiting for me when I got home?" Aziraphale asked with a smile as he took a seat next to Crowley.
"You do so much for me, I just thought it would be nice to do something for you for a change." He cleared his throat. "And I thought it would be....I don't know....romantic." Crowley took Aziraphale's hand in his.
"Romantic?" Aziraphale asked as he looked down at their hands. He shifted his hand a little and laced his fingers with Crowley's. "Is that....something you're interested in?" He'd worried so much that Crowley would see it as him taking advantage. Crowley slid a hand up Aziraphale's arm and shoulder to eventually rest on his cheek, smiling a little.
"I am very much interested in it." He wished just then that he could actually look Aziraphale in the eye. That he could see the emotions on the angel's face. Aziraphale leaned in very close, his lips almost touching Crowley's.
"I was hoping you'd say that." Aziraphale said before he closed the small distance and kissed Crowley. It was just as wonderful as he'd imagined it would be. Crowley moved his hand to the back of Aziraphale's head as he deepened the kiss just a bit. The kiss seemed to go on forever and neither of them cared. It was everything they'd both wanted. After a moment, they did finally part, Aziraphale's eyes were still closed.
"I love you, Crowley." Aziraphale said softly, his hand going to rest in the middle of Crowley's chest.
"I love you, too." Crowley said, getting a little emotional. It had been such a long time since he'd heard that word directed at him. He kissed Aziraphale again, just holding onto him as if he would fall apart if he let go.
When Aziraphale finally got home from his conference, there was a table sitting in the middle of the bookshop. It was set with his nicer plates and a single red rose in a vase in the center as well as two white taper candles that had yet to be lit. There were also wine glasses and a bottle of wine. The lights in the shop had also been dimmed. Aziraphale could smell something wonderful cooking and he smiled.
"Crowley dear, I'm home." Aziraphale called out as he set his suitcase right beside the door.
"Fantastic." Crowley said as he made his way downstairs. He was dressed rather nicely, and a little differently from his usual all black attire. Tonight he was wearing a deep red dress shirt that brought out the highlights in his hair and black trousers. He was still barefoot, though, which was usually the case when he wasn't planning on going outside.
"What's all this, dear?" Aziraphale asked as he moved a little closer to the table. He felt considerably underdressed but he kept that to himself.
"This is me welcoming you home." Crowley said with a chuckle. He walked over and gave Aziraphale a kiss on the cheek. "I thought we could have a nice dinner and then maybe we could just talk for a while. You can tell me about your trip." He grinned.
"That does sound lovely." Aziraphale agreed. He took a seat at the table and started to reach for the wine.
"I've got it." Crowley smiled and picked up the bottle of wine. Aziraphale wanted to protest but he'd learned a long time ago to just let Crowley do the things he wanted to be able to do. It only took a finger running across the rim of the glass for Crowley to pour the wine without incident. He then poured his own glass before taking a seat.
Dinner was absolutely wonderful. Crowley had hired a caterer to provide the meal. A lovely steak with asparagus and rosemary potatoes. It had been a little while since he'd had a meal that good. There was also a lovely chocolate cake for dessert. Not the usual catered meal but it was good. Once they were done eating and their plates put away, Crowley took Aziraphale's hand and led him into the back room of the shop. He sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to him.
"What made you decide to have something like this waiting for me when I got home?" Aziraphale asked with a smile as he took a seat next to Crowley.
"You do so much for me, I just thought it would be nice to do something for you for a change." He cleared his throat. "And I thought it would be....I don't know....romantic." Crowley took Aziraphale's hand in his.
"Romantic?" Aziraphale asked as he looked down at their hands. He shifted his hand a little and laced his fingers with Crowley's. "Is that....something you're interested in?" He'd worried so much that Crowley would see it as him taking advantage. Crowley slid a hand up Aziraphale's arm and shoulder to eventually rest on his cheek, smiling a little.
"I am very much interested in it." He wished just then that he could actually look Aziraphale in the eye. That he could see the emotions on the angel's face. Aziraphale leaned in very close, his lips almost touching Crowley's.
"I was hoping you'd say that." Aziraphale said before he closed the small distance and kissed Crowley. It was just as wonderful as he'd imagined it would be. Crowley moved his hand to the back of Aziraphale's head as he deepened the kiss just a bit. The kiss seemed to go on forever and neither of them cared. It was everything they'd both wanted. After a moment, they did finally part, Aziraphale's eyes were still closed.
"I love you, Crowley." Aziraphale said softly, his hand going to rest in the middle of Crowley's chest.
"I love you, too." Crowley said, getting a little emotional. It had been such a long time since he'd heard that word directed at him. He kissed Aziraphale again, just holding onto him as if he would fall apart if he let go.
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