In honor of the finale tomorrow, a tiny little thing I’ve had in my head for ages. (No spoilers, only speculation.)
After the Earth and everyone on it were safe (again); after the Second Coming became the Never Arrived; after all of the reasons for holding back had disappeared; after the love confessions, the relieved sighs, and the tearful smiles; Aziraphale and Crowley stood alone in the bookshop, arms around each other, holding tight, reluctant to even consider letting go.
Crowley ran the palm of his hand up his angel’s back and over his neck, then rested it on the back of Aziraphale’s head and played with his hair a bit, just because he could.
When he felt the angel’s curls, Crowley suddenly pulled back just slightly to look Aziraphale in the eye.
“Angel, HOW is your hair so soft? I mean, it’s the softest thing I’ve ever felt. Literally. And I spent years stealing chinchillas from their cages to enrage fur farmers.”
“Thank you for noticing, dear,” Aziraphale said while a blush turned his face a little red. “I incorporated some of the downiest, fluffiest feathers from my wings into the physical structure of my hair. Then added a very minor miracle to make it all even softer.”
“Really?” said Crowley, scrunching up his nose in confusion but keeping his arms around the angel’s shoulders. “Why?”
“Well…” Aziraphale spoke now with caution. There was a hint of worry in his voice. “I suppose I wanted it to feel nice if… well, if I were ever fortunate enough for you to touch my hair.” He looked down, a little nervous about this newfound honesty and the vulnerability that came with it.
Crowley was in awe of the gesture and was quiet for a moment. When he spoke, he did so in a whisper and with gratitude. “You did that for me?”
Aziraphale smiled sweetly and tightened his arms around the demon. Crowley pulled him in close again and rested his chin on Aziraphale’s shoulder, feeling thankful for the small, thoughtful act.
Another question occurred to Crowley then and, once again, he leaned back just enough to look at Aziraphale. “Angel, when?”
Aziraphale was more confident, now that Crowley had reacted so positively, and stated in a more matter-of-fact tone, “When you were so kind to me after that business with Job and his children.”
Crowley was flabbergasted. “FOUR THOUSAND YEARS AGO? You have been hoping I’d touch you for four thousand years and we’re just getting around to this now?”
“It’s been a bit longer than four thousand years, if memory serves. But yes, it took us rather a while, didn’t it? Fortunately, we have the rest of eternity to enjoy each other’s company freely.”
Aziraphale pulled him in tight again. Crowley closed his eyes and smiled while gently stroking the angel’s hair. They still had more to learn about each other and Crowley couldn’t wait.