duckshaveears: (| femme - talk)
Every time Crowley makes Aziraphale laugh, it gives her a thrill. Every time. She doesn't even have to enact the scene in question, Aziraphale laughing at the idea is more than enough to satisfy her. The chance to actually go through with it would just be icing.

"Gazed at and spoiled, is it." Crowley's gaze softens just a little. She's not soft, she's all angles and sharp edges, even now, but her eyes can look a bit soft sometimes, like molten gold. (Aziraphale will know. Even with her sunglasses in the way. He always does). "With champagne as well. You're really going all out to treat me this evening, aren't you, angel?"

She reaches and puts a finger under his chin, uses it to pull him in for a kiss, slow and heated and suggestive. They haven't arrived at the Ritz yet, but the idea of the cloakroom is already appealing. By the time she pulls away her voice is a bit lower and more breathless. "Not that I don't appreciate all the attention, but is there some occasion I've missed?"

They don't have birthdays, and they'd be hard-pressed to pick an anniversary; there's either too many options or too few to choose from, depending on perspective.
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