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Title: In Other Words, Baby, Kiss Me
Fandom: Good Omens
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Word count: 4684
Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley
Rating: T
Summary: Five times Aziraphale kissed Crowley and one time Crowley (finally) kissed him back.
Excerpt:
It was about two weeks after the apocalypse-that-wasn't that it happened the first time. They were in the park, as usual, Aziraphale sitting on the right side of the bench, tossing bread crumbs into the water, while Crowley slouched on the left. Crowley supposed they didn't really need to meet in the park anymore, given that their meetings were no longer particularly clandestine, but after so many years, it was practically force of habit.
Besides, the ducks would probably miss them.
Aziraphale threw the last handful of crumbs to the small crowd of ducks gathered in front of them and tucked his bag away. There was a flurry of feathers and splashing water as the ducks fought for a mouthful.
Crowley was rather enjoying the whole spectacle when a mother and eight ducklings came swimming up to the edge of the crowd.
Aziraphale's blue eyes grew wide in faint horror. "Crowley, have you got any more bread?"
Crowley held out his empty hands. "Already gave it away."
Aziraphale looked crestfallen. "Oh." He turned to the ducks. "But they're just babies."
He slid his gaze back to Crowley, eyes wide and pleading.
Over six millennia, Crowley had come to realize that there were very few constants in the whole of existence. One was that people throughout all of human history were capable of great good or great evil all on their own without any supernatural nudging whatsoever.
Another was that when Aziraphale gave him that look, Crowley was utterly incapable of telling him no.
Read it on AO3!
Fandom: Good Omens
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Word count: 4684
Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley
Rating: T
Summary: Five times Aziraphale kissed Crowley and one time Crowley (finally) kissed him back.
Excerpt:
It was about two weeks after the apocalypse-that-wasn't that it happened the first time. They were in the park, as usual, Aziraphale sitting on the right side of the bench, tossing bread crumbs into the water, while Crowley slouched on the left. Crowley supposed they didn't really need to meet in the park anymore, given that their meetings were no longer particularly clandestine, but after so many years, it was practically force of habit.
Besides, the ducks would probably miss them.
Aziraphale threw the last handful of crumbs to the small crowd of ducks gathered in front of them and tucked his bag away. There was a flurry of feathers and splashing water as the ducks fought for a mouthful.
Crowley was rather enjoying the whole spectacle when a mother and eight ducklings came swimming up to the edge of the crowd.
Aziraphale's blue eyes grew wide in faint horror. "Crowley, have you got any more bread?"
Crowley held out his empty hands. "Already gave it away."
Aziraphale looked crestfallen. "Oh." He turned to the ducks. "But they're just babies."
He slid his gaze back to Crowley, eyes wide and pleading.
Over six millennia, Crowley had come to realize that there were very few constants in the whole of existence. One was that people throughout all of human history were capable of great good or great evil all on their own without any supernatural nudging whatsoever.
Another was that when Aziraphale gave him that look, Crowley was utterly incapable of telling him no.
Read it on AO3!
