Crowley takes similar pleasure in leaving lipstick prints on Aziraphale. Let everyone see what she did, what he lets her do. Let them show everyone. No more hiding, no Arrangements, nothing clandestine. Let their claim be open and mutual and shouted out to Heaven and Hell alike.
With that in mind she smiles broadly at his suggestion. "I like that idea." She remembers all the important dates and a number of unimportant ones, but the problem is almost all of them are from before things were open between them. Having something to celebrate that's theirs, unshadowed by any memories of having to keep important things hidden...yeah, Crowley definitely likes that idea.
But the car stops and the driver coughs, and Crowley sees an amused expression looking back at her in the rearview mirror. She raises an eyebrow and very deliberately kisses Aziraphale one more time, with an extra loud smack of the lips at the end, before she deigns to separate and get out of the car.
The Ritz is the Ritz, as always, familiar and fancy and, yes, loved, by both of them, Crowley won't admit to it openly but she's every bit as fond of it as Aziraphale, though mostly because of Aziraphale. (The section of her affection that isn't associated with Aziraphale is associated with the wine list)
They allow their coats to be taken to the cloakroom, and Crowley deliberately looks at the door and then Aziraphale with obvious smirking speculation, mostly to wind him up.
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Date: 2019-12-08 01:13 pm (UTC)With that in mind she smiles broadly at his suggestion. "I like that idea." She remembers all the important dates and a number of unimportant ones, but the problem is almost all of them are from before things were open between them. Having something to celebrate that's theirs, unshadowed by any memories of having to keep important things hidden...yeah, Crowley definitely likes that idea.
But the car stops and the driver coughs, and Crowley sees an amused expression looking back at her in the rearview mirror. She raises an eyebrow and very deliberately kisses Aziraphale one more time, with an extra loud smack of the lips at the end, before she deigns to separate and get out of the car.
The Ritz is the Ritz, as always, familiar and fancy and, yes, loved, by both of them, Crowley won't admit to it openly but she's every bit as fond of it as Aziraphale, though mostly because of Aziraphale. (The section of her affection that isn't associated with Aziraphale is associated with the wine list)
They allow their coats to be taken to the cloakroom, and Crowley deliberately looks at the door and then Aziraphale with obvious smirking speculation, mostly to wind him up.