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After the non-apocalypse, Crowley and Aziraphale had only thought of that night, the night Aziraphale spent in Crowley's place. At the same time, they had done nothing but to avoid speaking of it, although after that evening, they felt closer to each other than ever.

Crowley had thought to mention it at the Ritz to Aziraphale, however he had made up an entire situation in his head that would end up with him denying the whole situation or even fighting. He never wanted to fight Aziraphale again, he never knew how long their fights would last. For them it could be years, decades, centuries. And knowing himself as he is, he knew his pride sometimes could get the best of him. He decided to let the whole thing go, that he would never mention it as long as he could be close to Aziraphale as he was in that very moment.

"Are you okay, Crowley?" Aziraphale asked, interrupting his thoughts. He stopped eating his crêpes and swallowed "You seem distracted. Are you still worried about your... Or my side?"

Crowley smiled, his glasses had slipped a bit through his nose, so the angel could perfectly see his yellow eyes. Aziraphale had always secretly thought that that tiny and harmless detail made him look very cool.

"I couldn't care less about those wankers, angel. Like I said before, after the scare we gave 'em , I don't see them risking coming after us in a while." He watched his untouched and intact crêpe on his plate and hissed.

Aziraphale laughed, remembering the scene of a Michael giving him a towel. "You're right, dear. You must be. We souldn't worry, of course. What were you thinkikg about, then?" He had resumed his job with the crêpe and then sighed in satisfaction. It was delicious. Crowley felt his human back get a chill after seeing that face on the angel. A silence suddenly came between them. Crowley gazed the angel's eyes and stood quiet. Aziraphale, realizing Crowley would not want to speak on the matter, tried changing the subject.

"Are you gonna eat your crêpe, dear?" he asked, a bit nervous "It's gonna get cold and that would just be an a..."

"An abomination" The demon interrupted "Yes, nk, you can have it for me. You know I'm not all into human food." Crowley took a sip to his wine and then took the white plate and slipped it through the table without even looking to it. He felt a touch in his hand and freezed. He gazed at the plate, and saw a hand, the angel's hand, Aziraphale's hand above his. His stomach felt light but his chest felt heavy. Bloody human bodies, he had thought. So contradictory.

The angel's look was in the plate, he seemed to be studying it, on a light pause. Crowley wondered if he had even realized of the hand-touch, maybe he was just excited about the crêpe. His hand is still in Crowley's. He doesn't know how long that pause has been so far, but Arizaphale's gaze seems serious, like he is analyzing. Is he looking at our hands or at the crêpe? Crowley asked to himself.

"Is there anything else I can offer you, gentlemen?" A voice said, making Aziraphale jump in his seat. The touching was gone and Crowley grumped to himself.

The angel looked at the waiter and smiled. "Oh, no, thank you very much. Perhaps you could give us the check." He said.

"Would you like your crêpe to go, sir?"

"Indeed. You are very kind." The waiter took the plate and left. Crowley was looking at the window, again lost in his own thoughts.

"Seriously, demon. Whatever it is you're thinking about, you seem pretty engrossed to that. Is there a problem?"

Crowley snorted "Weren't you gonna eat the crêpe?"

"I'm afraid I feel quite full, dear." Neither of them was looking into each other's eyes. Somehow their tension grew, but neither of them would even think of recognize that, much less the cause of that tension.

A bunch of claps caught their attention behind Aziraphale. They looked at a man on one knee hugging a woman on her seat. It was easy to asume they had just got engaged.

"Weird, isn't?" The demon asked. "Humans create all sorts of useless rituals to prove something to themselves."

Aziraphale gazed at him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean weddings. Humans swear to love each other for their whole lives, their lives aren't even that long. And they don't know what eternity is. I mean, not like you and I. And the thing is they don't have enough time to even make those kind of promesses because they don't even have enough time to get to know a person well enough." Aziraphale realized Crowley was a bit past drunk. He looked at the table behind him, the happy couple laughing and holding both hands, whispering things to each other. The lady had a few tears of happines sliding through her cheeks. The male kept cleaning her tears with his thumbs, speaking to her. They didn't even realized the whole crowd they had created.

"I have a question for you, Crowley." Aziraphale said firmly. The demon freezed at the tone of voice of the angel. "What is it that upsets you, the whole 'wedding/ritual' situation, or the promess of eternal love?"

Crowley turned his eyes to Aziraphale's. The blue in his eyes where half covered by his dilated pupil. His hands were under the table and he looked almost like a statue, calmly waiting for the demon's response. He sighed, feeling almost... Exhausted?

"You see, angel. Can you feel the love in the air? Is strong, I believe in their promess. I do, truly. But it annoys greatly how foolish of them it is to make those promesses when they are not meant to last. Humans die, they do not discoporate, they die, angel. Eighty years? Seventy? These days most don't last until their fifties. Don't get me wrong, it amazes me how easy it is to them to partner to their loved one that fast. I mean, it's been six thousand years and I'm still waiting to..."

"Your check, gentlmen" The waiter appeared leaving a piece of paper inside a leather notebook and a plastic box with the crêpe inside of aluminum on top of the table. Aziraphale was looking at the demon with fear. Waiting? Waiting for what?

"Thank you." The angel gazed at the waiter, with a forced smile. He signed something on the paper and as soon as the waiter was gone he miracled the money on top of the table. "Ehm, what were you saying, dear?" Aziraphale suddenly seemed agitated, he looked at Crowley, who was gazing at the table. The angel waited for his response. Crowley looked up, into the angel's eyes and stood there for a few seconds.

"Crow..."

"Doesn't matter. We should get going. The love air in here is sofocating me." He stood up, took the box of the crêpe and walked fast out of the restaurant.

Aziraphale walked behind him trying to follow his step as best he could. Outside the Ritz, the angel watched how Crowley almost gets hit by several cars and tries his best to catch him. For a moment he thought he was gonna have to miracle a car to make it stop before it hit Crowley, who kept walking fast without even realizing the danger he had put himself in.

"Crowley, wait!" Screamed Aziraphale, now almost running in the grass of the park. It was getting dark and people were leaving. "Crowley!"

The demon did not slowed his step.

"Anthony!" Screamed Aziraphale firmly, now breathing heavily.

Crowley stopped walking, he turned around and from the angel's place, he seemed almost angry.

"What is it, angel?" He stared at Aziraphale's eyes, firmly, loud and, yes, angry.

"What is the matter with you!?" He sighed after bringing air to his human lungs. "You're going too fast for me, Crowley"

"I know that, Aziraphale. I know, you've told me that before. I know." He was being loud. He didn't had his glasses on, he must have taken them off when he was walking out of the Ritz. His yellow eyes were open wide.

"What? Crowley, what are you talking about?" The angel was confused, but mostly he was worried.

"When you gave me the holy water, rememeber? You said those exact words. You go too fast for me, Crowley." He imitated Aziraphale's voice. "How fast is that? Please, tell me. How come humans take an average of... What? Four years? Six? Six years to fall in love and promess to love each other and we..."

"We? Crowley, do you realize what you are saying?" Aziraphale stepped closer to the demon, even though he felt scared. Not scared of Crowley, but of what he might say.

"I do, angel. And you do too. What are you doing? They're gone! Your side, my side. They aren't after us anymore! We are on our side! Our side! That's you and me. Before I asked you to run away with me to alpha centauri, twice! For fucks sake" he laughed nervously. "I- I asked you twice, and you rejected me both times. That I can understand because you were still hung up on heaven's shit. But now they're gone. And now you are with me, and still you won't be with me.

"Crowley..."

"No, don't you say that. Because I know you feel it. I know it. You can't say this goes only one way because that's crap."

"I'm... I'm so sorry, Crowley" Aziraphale looked down, he couldn't bear to look into the demon's eyes. He was still so confused and it was hurting his best friend.

"Really?" Crowley walked to be right in front of the angel. "You won't admit it, will you?" Crowley seeked for the angel's gaze. He finally looked back at him. "Alright, then. Tell me something, tell me about that night, will you? You know, the night we kissed."

Aziraphale freezed.

"What? I-I don't know what you mean" The angel stuttered.

"Are you sure?" The demon steped forward until he was face to face to the angel. "What? Now you're gonna say you never went to my place at all? Because, if I recall, Aziraphale, it wasn't just that we kissed"

"Stop"

"No, not at all. If i remember correctly..."

"Shut up!"

"You. Kissed. Me."

"Stop it!" Aziraphale yelled loudly. His gaze were everywhere but on Crowley. His hands were fixing his tartan tie nervously. The demon kept seeking the angel's look. He noticed how scared and vulnerable he looked. Crowley looked down, he sighed heavily, he was tired, exhausted really.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Asked the angel, weakly.

Crowley was in shock. Why am I doing this to you?

"Because of six thousand years, Aziraphale. I am sick of waiting. I am sick of waiting for you."

Aziraphale had now tears rolling down his cheeks.

"But... I've been sick for centuries now. And tomorrow I will still be sick. But I'll still wait, angel. Because that's my punishment. Not the fall, no. I get it now. It's been six thousand years, but..." The demon raised his hand to the angel's cheek, and wiped the tears with his thumb. They stared at each other's eyes, broken. Crowley put his forehead to Aziraphale's and closed his eyes. "...for now..." he moved his hand to the back of the neck of the angel and put his lips to Aziraphale's.

Contrary to what he expected, the angel corresponded the kiss, took his jacket and pulled him closer to him to deepen the kiss. Their's lips danced for a few seconds until the demon stepped back.

"...we're even" he turned and kept on walking away from the angel with a, you might call it a sad but a satisfied smile.

Aziraphale was frozen. He was surprised for Crowley's actions and even more surprised for his own. He felt so confused still. He watched the demon get farther and farther.

"Wait!" Aziraphale yelled.

"Don't worry, angel" The demon turned his head to Aziraphale, putting his glasses on again. "I'll pick you up tomorrow. I will give you a lift, anywhere you want."

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I'm sorry for any spelling mistake. English is not my first language.

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