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"We need to get away from them! Just be...an us. You and me."
Aziraphale stares directly into his eyes. He's been shifting his weight from foot to foot, and holding his hands in front of him, pinching between his palm and the back of his hand. Now he's gone and done it. No time like the present.
"What do you say?" Crowley asks. Aziraphale is disconcerted, his eyes still intense. He walks up to Crowley, words dying in his mouth. He stands inches apart from Crowley, and swallows.
His face softens. "Oh...oh, my dear...I don't know what I was thinking." Aziraphale says, regret in his eyes. Static pitters in Crowley's chest, then disappears. A gasp, followed by a smile.
"You mean-"
"We don't need Heaven or Hell. I only need you. We're right where we need to be."
Crowley can't stop himself from smiling, and his lip quivers. "You'll- you'll say no, angel?"
"Of course." Aziraphale confirms. His voice is warm. "We're too good for them."
Crowley nods rapidly, still grinning. "We really get to do whatever we want now. We-" Aziraphale carefully takes his hand and caresses it against Crowley's face, holding his cheek. He leans in for a kiss, and Crowley closes his eyes.
Aziraphale's lips are sweet. Not actually, but Crowley would remember the kiss that way. The world washes away for a moment as nothing else stands but him and Aziraphale. His angel presses his forehead against his.
"I love you, Crowley." Crowley feels tears well in his eyes. Aziraphale looks up at him, and makes eye contact with him again. He reaches down for Crowley's hands and holds them.
"You know, I've always found your eyes so lovely. They're so...you."
I wish this moment would last forever.
"We can get out of here. Away from this whole place." Crowley suggests. "Out of London. Find a place of our own. Together."
"I'd love that." Aziraphale says. "Away from the bustle. A cottage, maybe. In the South Downs."
Aziraphale lets go of one of his hands and Crowley blanches- them holding hands had felt just right. Had he done something wrong? -Aziraphale miracles the record player on. No worries. He miracles the sign on the door to read Extraordinary closed, do not visit. His angel goes back to holding both of his hands.
The record player plays with a twinge of degradation in the audio from age, but they pay it no mind. Crowley sniffs. "Since when do you know I'll Be Your Mirror?" he smiles for a moment, genuinely confused and bemused.
"What? B-because you've shown it to me. Heard it plenty of times." There's an odd feeling in the very back of Crowley's head, but he puts it aside. They're slow-dancing, now. Just back and forth, holding hands, not really a dance but the motion is easy and they're in sync.
"Thank you for staying." Crowley's voice almost breaks, in a quiet tone. "You're all I need." Aziraphale reaffirms. They continue to dance. The record player starts playing a strange concoction of the last Mozart CD Crowley had in the Bentley and one of Queen's earlier albums, but it's fitting.
Love of my life, you've hurt me / You've broken my heart, and now you leave me
Crowley's head swivels to the record player. "That's too sad. Do you want to play something? Er, Schubert? Or-"
"I only want whatever you want, Crowley."
Love of my life, can't you see? / Bring it back, bring it back, don't take it away from me
Crowley swallows. "What?"
"Shhh." Aziraphale says, grabbing him by the lapels to kiss him again.
"Wait- No." Crowley says. "That's- not very like you." Aziraphale backs down from the kiss, no change in his face.
Freddie spells it out for him. Because you don't know what it means to me
"You're not real." Fake Aziraphale blinks sympathtically, no change in his posture or voice. It's a very good impersonation. He grabs Crowley's hands again.
"I'm as real as you want me to be." "No, no!" Crowley shouts. "Aziraphale makes me mad as Heaven sometimes but...I love him for it. He's enthusiastic. Idealistic. But still just some of a bastard sometimes..."
The lenses of his glasses... change. The bookshop melts away.The warmth of Aziraphale's hands slip out of his. He's sitting in his car again. Aziraphale has gone.
He doesn't allow himself a thought about Aziraphale or the Metatron before closing his eyes tightly and willing himself back holding Aziraphale's hands again.