Op, I hope this is okay, but I was inspired.
Edit: I JUST NOTICED THE SNAKE CRAWLED ONTO AZIRAPHALE SO I HAVE UPDATED ACCORDINGLY
“Angel, just shut up and get in the car!” Crowley shouted, practically throwing the door to the Bentley open and shoving Aziraphale inside before he could protest. He barely spared a glance at the other being that the angel had returned with.
“You can come too, but if you’re not in the car when I get in then I’m leaving without you.”
“I think I’d rather take my chances with you,” Jesus said hurriedly and maneuvered himself into the back seat. He barely got the door shut before Crowley was already speeding through central London.
“Crowley! Be careful! We cannot afford disincorporation right now, my dear boy.”
“I’m not your dear boy,” Crowley snarled.
The car went silent aside from the ever-present sound of Queen.
Under pressure, that brings a building down
Jesus fidgeted awkwardly with the hem of the button-up Aziraphale had given him.
“Crowley, I know you’re hurting….”
“Aziraphale. We can talk about this now or I can save all our arses and stop bloody Armageddon from happening again!”
Aziraphale bit his lip and furrowed his brows. He’d known Crowley had been miserable since he returned to Heaven, but seeing the tense line of his normally so relaxed shoulders and his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel in person made it feel much more real. He glanced back at Jesus who just shrugged in return.
Aziraphale had thought of thousands of ways to apologize and reassure his demon that he was cherished beyond measure. He’d come up with a carefully crafted speech in the long, endless hours sat alone at his desk. He knew what he wanted to say, and yet…
The Bentley swerved to avoid a pedestrian and Crowley’s head whipped to the side. “Wot?!”
Aziraphale was a bit mortified that he’d failed so spectacularly in saying what he wanted to say. (Not that he didn’t want to say this too, of course, but he did have tact). (Or, at least, he’d read Pride and Prejudice enough times to know what a lack of it looked like). Nevertheless, he squared his shoulders and tipped his chin up indignantly, meeting Crowley’s gaze through his sunglasses.
“I love you, Crowley, and I’m sorry I left you. I know you don’t fully understand why I did it, but I need you to know that it was not because of you. It was for you. I wanted to try to make Heaven into the place you once believed it to be—the place you deserved. I know I went about it in all the wrong ways, as I tend to. You know how much of an old silly I can be. I absolutely adore you and I promise never to leave you agai— Mmph!”
Aziraphale’s monologue was abruptly cut off by Crowley lunging at him and giving him a bruising kiss. Aziraphale immediately melted with relief, wrapping his arms around the demon and pulling him close. All that was on his mind was just Crowley, Crowley, Crowley.
Crowley abruptly pulled away, one hand still tangled in Aziraphale’s hair. Aziraphale was so dazed that it took him a moment to register what was wrong.
The Bentley was not playing Queen.
‘Cause I can’t do this on my own
In the heat of the moment, Aziraphale had completely forgotten that Crowley was supposed to be driving. Luckily, it seemed that their other passenger had not.
“Listen, I’m happy for you, but really?” Jesus asked, arching an eyebrow as he kept his eyes firmly on the road. He was halfway out of his seat in the back and clutching the steering wheel.
Aziraphale blushed and felt something wriggle on his cheek. He blinked and reached a hand up to touch it. He felt the wriggling move down his finger
“Oi, shut it! It’s not too late for me to kick you out, you know.”
Jesus’ eyebrow rose even higher and he gestured with his free hand to the steering wheel. “Do you want to take over or would you rather keep making out with the angel you’ve been pining over for at least 2,000 years now?”
Crowley grumbled at that, but his face reddened. Aziraphale couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity of the situation. He giggled even harder when he realized the wiggling creature had been Crowley’s snake tattoo. It must have migrated to his face while they were kissing. It warmed Aziraphale’s heart like no cup of tea or cocoa ever could.
I’m having such a good time
“Yeah, fine. Whatever. My own car isn’t even on my side anymore.”
“Hm?” Crowley looked back at Aziraphale. Aziraphale dearly wished he could take of Crowley’s sunglasses, but he knew that now was not the time.
“Our car,” he said firmly, giving Crowley a squeeze. “Our side.” He brushed Crowley’s hair back, taking a moment to linger on where the snake tattoo usually sat by his ear. The little snake slithered back to its rightful place. “Our.” He gave the snake tattoo a peck, fighting a smile.
“Ngk, mm, yeah. Our. Got it.” Crowley stumbled out, face now almost as fiery as his hair.
Aziraphale smiled softly at him. “Well then, I believe we have a bit more time to work things out, thanks to our dear old friend.”
“Don’t mention it,” Jesus called back sarcastically.
“So,” Aziraphale continued, “why don’t we continue where we left off? After all, I’ve missed you so fervently these past few months.”
He didn’t need to say anything more before Crowley was on him again like a man starved.
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