Crowley

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale didn't quite know what to do with himself.

Ever since the night before, when he'd blinked away from Crowley - Crowley who had kissed him. He was confused, and he was having feelings, and he didn't know how to deal with any of them.

So of course he decided to read one of his favorite books.

He put a "CLOSED" sign on the bookshop door, and sat down with a misprinted bible and a cup of tea.

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[theangelfell]

"It's a bit hot though, isn't it," Aziraphale said, and used a minor miracle to materialize an umbrella to shade them.

[sauntereddownward]

"Oiii, it was just right. Sun's good for you. Gives you, erm, vitamin D," the demon protested...though the umbrella was quite the nice touch.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale looked down at the suit he always wore. "Perhaps it's good I'm so covered up, I think I might easily sunburn."

[sauntereddownward]

"You look sorely out of place," Crowley said, then with a mere thought he was in black trunks adorned with hot rod flames and Aziraphale...

Well, his bathing costume would have fit in well on a beach in 1905.

Crowley was, after all, mindful of the angel's fair skin.

"Drink up, my dear."

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale looked slightly scandalized for a moment, but then relaxed when he realized that he was quite clothed. He snuck a glance at Crowley, and then wordlessly drank. It was very good.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley sipped his own and looked out at the ocean.

"Peaceful, hmm?" he said. "Rhythmic waves. Warm sun. The little umbrellas you like. Would you like some music?"

[theangelfell]

"It's nice," Aziraphale conceded. "And yes, music is good but perhaps something a bit more relaxing than your usual be-bop."

[sauntereddownward]

"Queen is perfectly delightful," Crowley said. But he wasn't shocked to see a vintage red transistor radio appear in the sand between them playing upbeat steel drums. He'd never heard Fat Bottom Girls on steel drum before.

[theangelfell]

"Oh yes, this is rather nice," said Aziraphale, closing his eyes for a moment to enjoy it. He sighed, his body relaxing.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley was quiet through the whole song, but when the Calypso Bohemian Rhapsody began he looked over and lowered his glasses just enough to look right at the angel.

"Relaxation suits you."

[theangelfell]

"Does it?" Aziraphale murmured, not opening his eyes. "I'm rather enjoying it myself. Are you relaxed, Crowley?"

[sauntereddownward]

"Could be. Could be more," he purred. "This chair isn't as comfortable as, say...a blanket."

And suddenly the chairs were gone and the pair nestled into the sand on top of a wide, sand free blanket. Beneath the umbrella, of course.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale was a little startled at first, but then found that it was quit nice. "Oh all right," he said. "Yes, this is a very nice blanket. Is this what people do at the beach?"

[sauntereddownward]

"Sunbathe, drink. Drown. Get eaten by sharks. Yes, this the more pleasant part of beach going, " Crowley replied.

[theangelfell]

"Yes, let's just do those first two," Aziraphale suggested. And drank. It was a very nice drink. "What else? Should we make sandcastles or something?"

[sauntereddownward]

"Might do," the demon said. "If you feel like getting all dirty and sandy."

[theangelfell]

"... perhaps not," Aziraphale said, looking over at the sand. He shifted a little, to make sure he was firmly on the blanket, and his leg brushed against Crowley's.

[sauntereddownward]

"You've always been such a fop," Crowley chuckled, rolling onto his side and making very, very sure that his leg remained in contact. "Just look at how you're dressed."

No mention of the fact that his little miracle had dressed the angel that way in the first place.

[theangelfell]

"What's wrong with the way I dress?" Aziraphale asked. "Do you think I should wear leather trousers like you?"

[sauntereddownward]

"I don't think leather trousers would suit you at all, angel," he replied. "But maybe, and hear me out, a few less layers."

It did make it so hard to undress him when he was blind pissed drunk.

[theangelfell]

"Really?" Aziraphale said, genuine. "Aren't three-piece suits very fashionable?"

[sauntereddownward]

"Fashionable, yes. Especially after Torchwood and James Bond films. But, really, angel...Couldn't you indulge for once in an A shirt and jeans?"

[theangelfell]

"Jeans!" Aziraphale gasped, scandalized.

[sauntereddownward]

"Yes. A little low rise black denim Diesel never hurt anyone," he replied.

[theangelfell]

"I - I would look ridiculous," Aziraphale insisted.