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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[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.

[sauntereddownward]

"You might not," Crowley protested. Even though he agreed. Aziraphale simply didn't have the hips for low rise jeans.

[theangelfell]

"You look good in jeans though," Aziraphale said. "I'm not against them in principle."

[sauntereddownward]

"That's...not entirely disheartening," Crowley replied, not sure if that was a compliment or not.

[theangelfell]

"I mean, I'm not saying that there's anything in particular about jeans, or you and jeans, just you seem to be... shaped properly for them," Aziraphale fumbled.

[sauntereddownward]

"Well, I suppose I'll take that as a compliment. 'Properly shaped for jeans'. Not exactly what I was aiming for when trying to get you to loosen your fashion standards."

He paused.

"Would you wear jeans if they were tartan? Oh! Like Roger in RENT."

[theangelfell]

"I... I still think that I might not look right," Aziraphale said, "but I suppose it doesn't hurt to try something new."

[sauntereddownward]

"Not exactly beach attire. Maybe we will try when we're back in your shop," he said as his mind wandered to a Roger with black eyeliner and tartan jeans that looked like the angel. One Song Glory indeed.

[theangelfell]

"Yes well, this isn't really my typical attire either," Aziraphale said. "I feel rather... exposed." Even though it was basically just his arms and legs.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley snapped his fingers and suddenly Aziraphale was wearing a robin's egg blue speedo. He smirked to himself.