#lol wrote this in 45 min flat without a break so we'll see if its any good in the morning i guess

[sleepymccoy]

A memory came back to Aziraphale, one that perhaps should have been miserable but could no longer be. They'd talked and fought again and made up and time had passed and now Crowley leant against his side quietly and the memory couldn't be anything but good because this was the ending. 

Alpha Centauri wouldn't have worked. They'd've maybe bought themselves a few years while the war raged, but then the victorious angels would have found them and they wouldn't've had the prophets words to guide them and that would have been that. So Aziraphale generously, and silently, congratulated himself on being right yet again. 

Crowley shifted, he was never still, not even in his sleep. Not that he was asleep now, no, he was still breathing. The first time Aziraphale had found him asleep, back in BC 178 it had scared the wits out of him, not that he had admitted to it. But now he found an amusement in the dead-adjacent form. Somehow still rolling in discomfort while his lungs didn't breathe and his heart didn't beat. 

Silly, these human forms.

Anyway, Crowley was awake now. They sat on the couch together, Azirpahale staring at a book as he wandered down memory lane, and Crowley shifting his feet into various different shoes. 

A moment occurred to Aziraphale and he huffed a laugh.

"Wha'?" Crowley mumbled.

"You think I'm clever," Aziraphale teased, still doing himself the service of pretending to read. 

"Do not."

"You do, you said so."

Crowley's foot shifted in a heeled boot, a style that reminded Aziraphale of a pair he'd once owned. 

"Never said that," Crowley muttered.

"But you did, dear, you said, 'You're so clever! How can someone as clever as you be so handsome.'"

"Stupid," Crowley corrected.

"Aha!" Aziraphale put the book down with a light bang, a punctuation point to his success. "So you admit you think I'm clever!"

Crowley tilted his head back and met his eyes. "No, I admit I said you're clever, doesn't mean it's true. 'M'a demon. Demons lie."

Aziraphale shifted away from Crowley slightly so his head could land more comfortably in his lap. Crowley shimmied into place, his hair catching on Aziraphale's woven pants and flaring out. 

"I distinctly remember you insisting that you wouldn't lie to me," Aziraphale said.

"I don't know where you're getting this balderdash from."

"Besides," Aziraphale continued, ignoring him, "you think I'm clever, you said as much."

Crowley grumbled wordlessly for a moment, scowling up at him. Then, "Called you stupid in the same breath."

"No, I think you took a breath at that point."

"Didn't."

"Aziraphale, you're so clever," Aziraphale misquoted. "How can someone as handsome as you be so clever." He took an exaggerated breath, which Crowley used as an opportunity to speak.

"Don't remember calling you handsome, doesn't sound like-"

"You may be stupid in some areas," Aziraphale continued to mock, "but your fine arse more than makes up for it."

"And it does!" Crowley agreed. "But I definitely didn't say that. I seem to remember wanting to cry in that moment, I don't think I was flirting."

Aziraphale had begun to pet Crowley's hair, and now he let his fingers fall deep, pressing against Crowley's scalp warmly. "You were asking me to run away with you, go romantically off into the sunset together and live on a planet that rains glass and grows arsenic trees or something ridiculous."

"Wasn't romantic, it was desperate!" Crowley said. There was a moment of quiet as Aziraphale let himself grow distracted by Crowley's hair. 

"And I've never wanted anything romantic with you," Crowley continued. "You disgust me."

Aziraphale laughed and met Crowley's eyes disapprovingly. 

"Fine," Crowley complained. "Maybe, maybe! I'm maybe open to some romance."

"Admit you think I'm clever," Aziraphale suggested magnanimously.

"I will dig this hill and die on it if I have to."

Aziraphale leaned, curling in so his face hovered just above Crowley's. "One digs ditches, not hills. One being the royal one, being you."

Crowley frowned. "Not sure it's royal. Besides, this time I'm digging a big ol' metaphorical hill."

Aziraphale let his lips hover over Crowley's. "Admit you think I'm clever."

"Bastard," Crowley breathed. He could close the distance, they were barely a millimeter apart, but he knew he wouldn't get a kiss. Aziraphale smiled. It was nice to see his intention so quickly understood. 

"Crowley," Aziraphale sighed, "my love, I want to kiss you."

"I'm not stopping you," Crowley breathed. 

There was a whimper in Azirpahale's throat, a small, needy sound that was forming far before its time. But Aziraphale wanted it now so he hurried it, he felt the want, his desire for Crowley. It filled him and overflowed and he whimpered with it, his lips brushing Crowley's delicately.

Crowley's tight, desperate breath hit his lips. How very intimate. 

"You're clever," Crowley said. "Of course you're clever, you know you're clever."

Aziraphale smiled. "Now," he said gently, not yet kissing his demon. "Say that you think I'm clever."

The second of Crowley's breaths that Aziraphale felt on his lips was less wanton, and more exasperated.

"You're not stupud in the slightest," Crowley said, the edge of want gone from his voice. They stayed close but it was more in love than lust as Crowley's tone strayed into lecturing. "Never have been. And you have a fantastic arse."

"As do you," Aziraphale whispered. 

"I don't lie to you," Crowley insisted. "You're right. And you were right about Alpha Centauri, although I'm not sure about the glass rain. And you're so unbelievably handsome, I've always thought so."

Aziraphale's smile was enormous and full of that lovely sin, pride. "And you think I'm clever," he encouraged.

"I don't just think you're clever, angel," Crowley said quickly. "I know you're clever. You amaze me with your cleverness, it's sexy just how clever you are! You're brain is bigger than any whale I've ever-"

At this point Crowley stopped speaking because Aziraphale decided to show some kindness and not let him paint himself into a new corner with whatever that whale comment was turning into, and so interrupted him with a kiss. A well deserved kiss with lots of clever tongue action.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens ficlet #clever #crowley #aziraphale #i like to think they end up pretty ok w just about everything #lol wrote this in 45 min flat without a break so we'll see if its any good in the morning i guess