A part of Aziraphale wonders what exactly he should be doing next. All of the important things have been covered: they have kissed, established their relationship, and now he has Crowley seated comfortably in his arms. Where is he supposed to go from here? He has, admittedly, not thought that far about it.
He never thought he would need to. He always thought things would just flow naturally, but now he isn't sure how to act, but he knows that he doesn't really want to let go yet. He just wants to hold him for a little longer.
"I must say, I hope for it to never be hard," he comments gently, not catching on to Crowley's meaning. He leans into Crowley's touch then, very lightly pressing against his fingers.
There goes another perfectly good joke, wasted entirely on Aziraphale.
Still.
It's nice regardless.
"Feels good," Crowley admits, because there's no point not admitting that. "Don't you worry, angel, you got this."
The holding on thing. Master of that too, along with the kissing.
He lets his hand drop from Aziraphale's jaw, resting it over his collarbone and just relaxing for a moment. Thinking. Well, he did the date bit, which Aziraphale had specified was necessary. They've done the kissing bit. Is there a list of things they're meant to do after this, in order? He can't really remember. His brain feels like it's struggling to recall important information, and instead all he can think about is how he can feel Aziraphale's heartbeat. How warm he feels.
"Guess we gotta organise the second date now."
That makes sense, doesn't it? There's a series of dates, usually? That's how courting worked, anyway, and nobody really does proper courting anymore but Aziraphale probably does.
Oh, that's right, isn't it? The first one is only just the beginning. There were many more dates to be had in the future and many more evenings to be spent on the couch just like this. He didn't have to try to make sure this current moment lasted because he isn't going to be running short of them any time soon. Well, ideally, anyway.
What a nice thought.
"I believe you're right," Aziraphale says warmly. Shifting his position, just a bit, he moves to rub his cheek against Crowley, gently nuzzling him. What should the second date be like? Another dinner outing or should they actually attempt to go somewhere, or—
Oh. Actually, shouldn't it be somewhere Crowley wanted?
Crowley thinks about that, absently letting himself enjoy the gentle nuzzle. The attention is.... good. Warm. Relaxing.
Mmmm.
"Some music be nice," he says finally. "Think they play music here sometimes, don't they? Must be some decent things."
Would be nice to go to something, absorb some atmosphere. Aziraphale would enjoy the dressing up part too, he's sure. Heading to a concert hall, having a glass of champagne, all that fussy stuff. Crowley could probably entertain himself dressing up too, wear something a little period inappropriate. Just for fun.
What a lovely answer! Elliot, who doesn't seem to be in the city anymore, had been quite the little connoisseur when it came to music. Not only did he teach for a living, but he also introduced Aziraphale to some of the music halls. He was such a lovely young man, it was something of a shame for him to be gone.
Although, mostly a relief.
"I have seen a decent amount of music halls around," Aziraphale remarks, trying to sound somewhat casual about it but there is no disguising the amount of excitement in his voice. "Some of them are rather formal, but it's been quite a while since either of us dressed up!"
He smiles.
"We could take a nice stroll afterwards. Do you recall the last time we went to opera and then went on a little walk through the streets?" he asks. The performance had been so lovely and it had been truly enjoyable to just spend a little time walking about before heading back to the shop.
Ohhh, yeah, a nice walk. Crowley nods, lips quirking into a smile at Aziraphale's barely contained excitement.
"Be good," he says, "little adventure, just the two of us. Find somewhere you can have a treat after, too."
Must be some late night dessert places here, Crowley is sure. Maybe not crepes specifically but something Aziraphale can enjoy, to eat while they wind down after the music.
It would be nice, to think they could just... enjoy themselves that way. It would be nice to do something... more like the things they used to do.
He shifts the way he's tucked up against Aziraphale, thinking things over.
The rumble of Aziraphale's delighted purring has remained steady throughout their conversation, nearly fading off into background noise. It's an honest reflection of his current mood, pleased to be just where he is and with Crowley tucked comfortably against him. As well discussing such a pleasurable topic as future dates for the two of them.
Although, as Crowley talks, he does recognise that that it doesn't sound much different from what they used to do. Their secret little outings, which had never been anything like a formal date, but almost. . . possibly. He's not thought about it much, but it does feel that way. Almost dates.
Except—
"I must admit, I was also thinking that it might be nice to . . . well, hold your hand afterwards," he confesses. He tries not to sound a little awkward about it, but there's hardly any helping it. That's what would set them apart now, wouldn't it? Displays of romantic affection? Would Crowley even be comfortable with that outside of their home?
He continues on without waiting for a response.
"For the third, we have still yet to go to that izakaya bar. I should see if they serve sushi! I would be delighted to hear your opinion on it."
The handholding and sushi bar both. Should he specify? Maybe he should specify.
Reaching out, Crowley slides one hand to run over the back of Aziraphale's wiggles his fingers to try and lace them together. See? Hand holding. They can do hand holding.
"Don't remember the last time I had sake."
Certainly not since their constitutions... changed. He has to remember he can't forcibly sober up now. Hangovers are decidedly unpleasant.
It's a welcome response, the way that Crowley reaches over to lock their fingers together. Aziraphale meets him halfway, helps thread their fingers together, and gently hold his hand in return. Crowley's hand is warm in his, always so inviting.
He gives Crowley's hand a quick squeeze.
"You know," he says, tilting his head slightly as he considers. "I don't believe I recall either."
He barely remembers the last time that either of them had gotten drunk. It feels like a distant to him now. The pair of them had gotten drunk in the days after their arrival here and then they'd been hit by the cold face of reality and—
That had been it. It wasn't the same when they couldn't will away the annoyance of it once they were done with it. Became much easier to stop after just a little.
"Then let's give it a go. What's the worst than can happen, eh?"
Quite a lot, but that aside it's still a good idea. Crowley leans up just a little, reaches out for his abandoned glass of brandy with his free hand and takes a small sip. He shuffles to sit up a little more, squirming so he can be tucked into Aziraphale and hold his hand while still keeping hold of the bandy.
"Anyway," he says softly, "plenty more nights out to plan. Just the two of us."
Years and years of dates to go yet. They have time to get it right, somehow.
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He never thought he would need to. He always thought things would just flow naturally, but now he isn't sure how to act, but he knows that he doesn't really want to let go yet. He just wants to hold him for a little longer.
"I must say, I hope for it to never be hard," he comments gently, not catching on to Crowley's meaning. He leans into Crowley's touch then, very lightly pressing against his fingers.
"Do let me know if I am holding you too tightly."
He can't tell.
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Still.
It's nice regardless.
"Feels good," Crowley admits, because there's no point not admitting that. "Don't you worry, angel, you got this."
The holding on thing. Master of that too, along with the kissing.
He lets his hand drop from Aziraphale's jaw, resting it over his collarbone and just relaxing for a moment. Thinking. Well, he did the date bit, which Aziraphale had specified was necessary. They've done the kissing bit. Is there a list of things they're meant to do after this, in order? He can't really remember. His brain feels like it's struggling to recall important information, and instead all he can think about is how he can feel Aziraphale's heartbeat. How warm he feels.
"Guess we gotta organise the second date now."
That makes sense, doesn't it? There's a series of dates, usually? That's how courting worked, anyway, and nobody really does proper courting anymore but Aziraphale probably does.
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Oh, that's right, isn't it? The first one is only just the beginning. There were many more dates to be had in the future and many more evenings to be spent on the couch just like this. He didn't have to try to make sure this current moment lasted because he isn't going to be running short of them any time soon. Well, ideally, anyway.
What a nice thought.
"I believe you're right," Aziraphale says warmly. Shifting his position, just a bit, he moves to rub his cheek against Crowley, gently nuzzling him. What should the second date be like? Another dinner outing or should they actually attempt to go somewhere, or—
Oh. Actually, shouldn't it be somewhere Crowley wanted?
"Is there somewhere you would like to go?"
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Crowley thinks about that, absently letting himself enjoy the gentle nuzzle. The attention is.... good. Warm. Relaxing.
Mmmm.
"Some music be nice," he says finally. "Think they play music here sometimes, don't they? Must be some decent things."
Would be nice to go to something, absorb some atmosphere. Aziraphale would enjoy the dressing up part too, he's sure. Heading to a concert hall, having a glass of champagne, all that fussy stuff. Crowley could probably entertain himself dressing up too, wear something a little period inappropriate. Just for fun.
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Although, mostly a relief.
"I have seen a decent amount of music halls around," Aziraphale remarks, trying to sound somewhat casual about it but there is no disguising the amount of excitement in his voice. "Some of them are rather formal, but it's been quite a while since either of us dressed up!"
He smiles.
"We could take a nice stroll afterwards. Do you recall the last time we went to opera and then went on a little walk through the streets?" he asks. The performance had been so lovely and it had been truly enjoyable to just spend a little time walking about before heading back to the shop.
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"Be good," he says, "little adventure, just the two of us. Find somewhere you can have a treat after, too."
Must be some late night dessert places here, Crowley is sure. Maybe not crepes specifically but something Aziraphale can enjoy, to eat while they wind down after the music.
It would be nice, to think they could just... enjoy themselves that way. It would be nice to do something... more like the things they used to do.
He shifts the way he's tucked up against Aziraphale, thinking things over.
"Then you can pick something to do next, yeah?"
Take it in turns! That sounds reasonable.
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Although, as Crowley talks, he does recognise that that it doesn't sound much different from what they used to do. Their secret little outings, which had never been anything like a formal date, but almost. . . possibly. He's not thought about it much, but it does feel that way. Almost dates.
Except—
"I must admit, I was also thinking that it might be nice to . . . well, hold your hand afterwards," he confesses. He tries not to sound a little awkward about it, but there's hardly any helping it. That's what would set them apart now, wouldn't it? Displays of romantic affection? Would Crowley even be comfortable with that outside of their home?
He continues on without waiting for a response.
"For the third, we have still yet to go to that izakaya bar. I should see if they serve sushi! I would be delighted to hear your opinion on it."
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"Yeah, that'd be nice."
The handholding and sushi bar both. Should he specify? Maybe he should specify.
Reaching out, Crowley slides one hand to run over the back of Aziraphale's wiggles his fingers to try and lace them together. See? Hand holding. They can do hand holding.
"Don't remember the last time I had sake."
Certainly not since their constitutions... changed. He has to remember he can't forcibly sober up now. Hangovers are decidedly unpleasant.
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He gives Crowley's hand a quick squeeze.
"You know," he says, tilting his head slightly as he considers. "I don't believe I recall either."
He barely remembers the last time that either of them had gotten drunk. It feels like a distant to him now. The pair of them had gotten drunk in the days after their arrival here and then they'd been hit by the cold face of reality and—
That had been it. It wasn't the same when they couldn't will away the annoyance of it once they were done with it. Became much easier to stop after just a little.
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Quite a lot, but that aside it's still a good idea. Crowley leans up just a little, reaches out for his abandoned glass of brandy with his free hand and takes a small sip. He shuffles to sit up a little more, squirming so he can be tucked into Aziraphale and hold his hand while still keeping hold of the bandy.
"Anyway," he says softly, "plenty more nights out to plan. Just the two of us."
Years and years of dates to go yet. They have time to get it right, somehow.