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Sitting around drinking with half the restaurant inebriated, Aziraphale sees two people lean in and kiss one another and promptly giggle to themselves.
Crowley with his head thrown back letting in the next outrageous idea into his head, doesn't notice anything at all. In fact, the room's drunkenly spinning for him.
Aziraphale in his drunken valour can still feel the warmth emanating from those two over there. He looks at Crowley and admires his undone tie, his hand rubbing his face as his eyes seem focused on some other worldly topic. He puts a gentle hand on Crowley's arm which makes him turn his head steadily facing each other. A warmth envelopes Aziraphale for a second time, much stronger, as he kisses him, their skins touching lightly. It's almost like an unexpected drawn out peck. He pulls back realising what he's done now and turn to face away nervously chuckling, trying to think of an excuse.
'Angel.. I'm thinking another bottle should do good no? D'you think duckss sometimes quack just to pass time? They must'do, they're always doing it. There's no way they're talking about something constantly for hours on end.. you get what I mean?'
'Hah, yes, maybe they do..’. Aziraphale looked around nervously before conjuring another bottle in his hand. He pours both of them a glass. Most of all, he hopes Crowley's drunken stature didn't allow him to notice what had happened a few moments ago.
Frustratingly his insides were churning and his body was heat-y. He had to get his bow-tie loose or else he'd be sweating in a while. They don't even sweat as celestial beings, why was he worried? Nevertheless, he undid his bowtie and tugged at his collar to let some more air pass through.
I'm sure he didn't even notice or even remembers what happened. He probably wont even remember it after this night. It's okay Aziraphale.
But it wasn't okay. There was a hint of disappointment lurking in the back of his stomach. Not that he could differentiate it, everything seemed to be spinning at speed. They went on with the rest of the night talking about how ducks might feel living in a penthouse.. Do they understand luxury?
Crowley was drunk yes. But that didn't stop his body from heating up not only from the alcohol but from what had happened. He felt Aziraphale’s lips, sweetened with the wine, their skins lightly touching, his hand on his bicep. He had moved away faster than he liked, and before he could process it.
He’s immediately gone back to making himself comfortable.. must’ve been drunk. He probably wont even remember that moment.
He went ahead and asked for another bottle to move on from what had happened and Aziraphale had immediately responded to it. He was definitely not aware of what happened.
Crowley tugged impatiently on his leather pants around his knees, massaging his trembling fingers, letting his nerves pass him in talking about the ducks.
Neither of them thought the other would even remember the night that was. Both of them however, did.