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It was six in the evening and the two of them were on a picnic after having decided that their families were just too much to deal with that day.
Crowley lay on Aziraphale’s lap while the other girl played with her hair as she read. Both were relaxed for the first time that day.
That was until a boy around their age decided to try his luck with Aziraphale.
“Hello, beautiful,” the boy smirked down at Aziraphale.
Aziraphale smiled up at the boy. “Hello.”
The boy, who did not know that this was just how Aziraphale acted towards anyone she didn’t know yet, thought she was flirting back. “I think I’ve seen you around in the literature course,” the boy said, the smirk still on his lips. “I was thinking you could give me your number so I could hit you up if I needed help.”
That was so fucking obviously a tactic that Crowley rolled her eyes behind her dark sunglasses and flexed her hand, resisting the urge to punch him in the face and tell him to fuck off.
Aziraphale, always the angel, smiled and extended her hand to grab the phone.
The boy looked back at his friends to smirk some more as she typed her number into his phone and then, with a wink and a comment that made Crolwey want to punch him square in the face, he left.
“Crowley, darling what’s wrong?” Aziraphale asked, concern clouding her face.
“Nothing,” Crowley grumbled.
“Dearest,” Aziraphale tutted. “Something is definitely wrong. Now tell me what it is.”
“Did you seriously not notice that fucker flirting with you?” Crowley asked, sitting up to look at her in the eyes.
“He… Oh. Oh.” Aziraphale took in the information before chuckling. “You were jealous.”
Crowley made a face. “I wasn’t jealous. I don’t get jealous.” Then, “Shut up.”
Aziraphale giggled, unable to hide her joy at this newfound information. “You were jealous. Oh my.”
“Shut up,” Crowley repeated, though no real heat was behind her words.
Aziraphale’s eyes softened. “You do know you do not need to be jealous, right? I love you. And that isn’t going to change.”
Crowley turned red and mumbled another ‘shut up’ before laying her head on Aziraphale’s lap again.
“Love you, too, angel,” Crowley mumbled when her words found their way back to her and the red left her face.