Oh, Aziraphale. Always full of surprises. Crowley privately wonders what other parts of the angel he doesn't know about will slowly show now that they are here with their relationship.
He takes a sip of the next wine and moves his hand from where it rests with Aziraphale's down, to rest on his thigh.
But he manages to keep his composure, and moves swiftly onto the third wine. This one, he likes better. "Ooh, try this," he says, once he's drunk a sip. "Blackberry. Dark, but fruity. Young. I think I'd like a bottle. But we'll need at least two of the first."
"Of course," Crowley agrees. He takes a sip of the one Aziraphale mentioned. It is nice, very simple and rich. He could easily just buy them a case of whatever it is the angel likes and ship it back to London. After all, they have their whole lives to drink them.
He slides his hand to the inside of the angel's thigh. Above the table, he is cool and calm, taking another sip of wine.
"This last one tastes more like a winter wine," he comments, idly.
His mind is entirely occupied with distracting Aziraphale. Frankly, he thinks, the two of them becoming lovers was the worst thing to happen to Crowley's attention span. Because now, he really doesn't want to focus on other things when he could be attempting to seduce the angel at any given moment.
But---he reminds himself, they can't spend their whole lives in bed. Of course, Crowley would spend several decades asleep when things were boring enough outside, so why couldn't they spend a few decades in each others' arms? Then, eventually, go out and see everything else.
Crowley could propose it later and Aziraphale would be all for it, but he's busy right now trying to enjoy his wine and thwarting his soon-to-be husband from causing a scene.
So really, same old, same old.
"Honestly, Crowley, please," he starts, but he can't hide his amused laugh at the end.
Some of the other patrons have started to notice, and one of the younger women leans in and whispers to her boyfriend, "I hope we're like that when we're older."
Crowley could behave, but he certainly doesn't want to. All the same, he'll take a sip of his drink and relax his hand on Aziraphale's thigh, not furthering his misbehavior, but not continuing onward. After all, he doesn't actually want to embarrass the angel.
"What do you think about taking a ride to the beach next?" he says, moving to the next glass. "Or a walk, if you'd prefer. Go for another swim?"
Crowley secretly also wants to see the state of this ocean as well.
"Mm, that sounds wonderful, but on one condition. You must wear a swimsuit this time," he says. "Can't have you wading around in your trousers, darling."
Aziraphale helps himself to a few of the biscuits that are supposed to clear his palate, and then one of the ladies suggests that they order a fancy cheese plate. Aziraphale, of course, jumps at the chance.
"Make that two please," he requests, and allows himself to lean against Crowley's shoulder.
"Solid black for you, of course. Solid or with a snakeskin texture, I should think." He sits up straight again as they bring in another flight of wines based on the one they've chosen to upgrade to a full size.
Crowley eyes the next flight of wines and gives Aziraphale a smile. "So is this what retirement is going to be like? Drinking wine with you all over the world? Certainly not complaining, I just want to set my expectations where they should be."
"We'll do more things but drink wine! We could go to a show, or-- you wanted to go to the beach, and maybe we could go visit the zoo. You like the zoo, don't you? I could leave you to make new friends in the reptile house," he says, definitely joking.
Crowley raises an eyebrow. "I don't need more reptilian friends. Especially not from zoos. Believe me, too many of them just turn out to be demons who got lazy and wanted somewhere to relax. Constantly fed? No fear of predators? Perfect place to hole up for a few centuries."
Retirement with Aziraphale is going to be spectacular. There's so much they can just do without their home offices breathing down their necks.
"Mm, might have to explain their extremely long lifespans to the zookeepers," he says, trying the new flight of wines.
"Oh, this one. We'll need some of this one," he says, handing Crowley his glass. "I think we're going to have trouble getting all this to fit in the Bentley."
"What do you mean? You love snakeskin. On your shoes and your belt and everything, don't act like it's a novel idea," he shoots back. Then he makes a face. "Ugh, no, I don't like this one. It's got a bit of a horse sweat note to it. You try it."
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He takes a sip of the next wine and moves his hand from where it rests with Aziraphale's down, to rest on his thigh.
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But he manages to keep his composure, and moves swiftly onto the third wine. This one, he likes better. "Ooh, try this," he says, once he's drunk a sip. "Blackberry. Dark, but fruity. Young. I think I'd like a bottle. But we'll need at least two of the first."
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He slides his hand to the inside of the angel's thigh. Above the table, he is cool and calm, taking another sip of wine.
"This last one tastes more like a winter wine," he comments, idly.
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"Yes, slightly spicy, would be excellent warmed with a few almonds and plump raisins thrown in, don't you think?"
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His mind is entirely occupied with distracting Aziraphale. Frankly, he thinks, the two of them becoming lovers was the worst thing to happen to Crowley's attention span. Because now, he really doesn't want to focus on other things when he could be attempting to seduce the angel at any given moment.
But---he reminds himself, they can't spend their whole lives in bed. Of course, Crowley would spend several decades asleep when things were boring enough outside, so why couldn't they spend a few decades in each others' arms? Then, eventually, go out and see everything else.
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So really, same old, same old.
"Honestly, Crowley, please," he starts, but he can't hide his amused laugh at the end.
Some of the other patrons have started to notice, and one of the younger women leans in and whispers to her boyfriend, "I hope we're like that when we're older."
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"What do you think about taking a ride to the beach next?" he says, moving to the next glass. "Or a walk, if you'd prefer. Go for another swim?"
Crowley secretly also wants to see the state of this ocean as well.
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Aziraphale helps himself to a few of the biscuits that are supposed to clear his palate, and then one of the ladies suggests that they order a fancy cheese plate. Aziraphale, of course, jumps at the chance.
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He isn't at all surprised when Aziraphale is tempted into a fancy cheese plate. He gives the angel a smile, and orders a full glass of the first wine.
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"Solid black for you, of course. Solid or with a snakeskin texture, I should think." He sits up straight again as they bring in another flight of wines based on the one they've chosen to upgrade to a full size.
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Retirement with Aziraphale is going to be spectacular. There's so much they can just do without their home offices breathing down their necks.
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"Oh, this one. We'll need some of this one," he says, handing Crowley his glass. "I think we're going to have trouble getting all this to fit in the Bentley."
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They might not have done it until exactly that moment, but they most certainly do now.
He takes a sip. "A snakeskin swimsuit, though? I can't see what you take me for." Yes, he's going to bring that back up.
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The next one he takes a sip of and gives a nod. "Bit sweet, this one. Make a good dessert."
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At that time, the cheese plate comes, and Aziraphale clasps his hands together in delight. "Oh Crowley, this was such a lovely idea."