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Mm, want to what? Have a party with some cake? Sure, why not?

[ Crowley slips a hand up under Aziraphale's waistcoat, his shirt, seeking his skin. ]

Or are you asking me to actually do some sort of human marriage ritual?

[The angel wonders if perhaps he's reaching too far in all this. Maybe Crowley is right. It is a human thing, and they are not and never have been human. And it's not as if he needs a ceremony to want to spend the rest of his existence with the demon.

But still.

A little flicker of a smile and he hesitates before laughing, still quite quiet.] Must not be. Most of the time the asking comes with some ritual of its own, after all.

What are you thinking, angel? You want to... [ He gives him a squeeze. ] Stand up in front of some people and make a speech? Is that what they do?

[ He’s not being dismissive, here. It’s obvious he wants to do something. And Crowley wants to do things that make Aziraphale happy. ]

I've never been very good with public speaking.

[He admits, but steps in closer, fingers hooking into the neckline of Crowley's shirt, tugging absentmindedly while he sorts out his thoughts.]

But yes, I think that's the general gist of how they go. I've been to a few, over the years. It's all quite lovely.

[The angel is quiet for a long moment.]

I intend to be yours forever, or at least as long as you'll have me. It's not as though I need to go through a ceremony for that to be true. But it might be nice for others to know it, too.

'm not good at it, either.

[ He studies Aziraphale for a moment, but then shrugs. ]

But if you want to do that, then we will. Make some kind of... speech, or something. In public.

But you're always so eloquent.

[Ngk.

Aziraphale can't quite help the teasing, but he'll grow a bit more serious at that.]

Really? [He looks so open and hopeful it's probably distressing. He can't help that either. His face just does things he isn't in charge of it all the time.] You'd marry me?

[ It is a little distressing, really. What on Earth - in Heaven or Hell - did Crowley ever do to deserve such adoration? To deserve such a look being directed at him, as if he gets to determine the angel's future happiness?

And when did he start wanting such things? He can't even remember. ]

Well, I'm not going to marry anyone else. Six thousand years! We're just getting started, right?

[ He drops the flippant tone. ]

I love you, angel. I'm never going to stop, I'm never going to leave you, so sure. Whatever you want.

[Aziraphale is the width of an eyelash away from actually visibly glowing like an angelic string of Christmas lights.]

Yes. Only just beginning.

[He curls his fingers into Crowley's collar and tugs him in closer to, well, kiss the Hell out of him. But not all the Hell; he likes that bit of Hellishness.

Then he's drawing back.] I love you too. So very much. [Married. Imagine that.] Then, that means we're betrothed. Affianced. [What's the term in favor these days? The angel leaves that subject to hop to the next because something has struck him.]

Oh! Though we've skipped the usual proposal etiquette. [He fiddles with the small gold ring on his little finger, slipping it off and reaching for the demon's hand. Not exactly traditional, but Aziraphale hopes that's all right.]

[ Perhaps that kiss has Crowley a little flabbergasted, or maybe he’s just so in love with the angel that he doesn’t even think to question or protest. He just lets Aziraphale take his hand, even put the ring on him, which of course miraculously fits perfectly. ]

S’pose it depends on which etiquette you prefer.

[Funny how that works isn't it? Tiny miracle tiny ring, and an angel who looks so extraordinarily pleased with himself. He takes that hand in his, thumb grazing over the little band of gold now on Crowley's finger. His demon. He moves to tangle their fingers together properly.]

Yes, well. That's true. ...you'll have to forgive the lack of one knee. I did just press these trousers. You understand.

[And really, they're making this up as they go along in any case, which seems appropriate for them.]

[ There it is. Crowley stops looking at the ring on his finger long enough to roll his eyes at the angel affectionately. ]

Heaven forbid you get wrinkled trousers.

Yet.

[ He smirks a bit. ]

[There's the faintest lift of his eyebrows, the start of an amused spark in blue eyes.]

Yet?

[Good lord does he love that smirk. He's terrifically weak to it, and probably very obvious about that fact.]

That sounds suspiciously like a prelude to something.

Only if you want it to, angel.

[ What a mess he’s gotten himself into. A wonderful mess. The things he’ll do for a pretty face. Or something. Whatever, he’s kissing Aziraphale again, because he can. ]

I'd have thought it obvious by now that I always want it to.

[He's not exactly subtle. Not now that they sorted themselves out into this delightful new shape. Being a couple, being together, well Aziraphale thinks it suits them perfectly.

And then there's kissing, and the angel is all too happy to melt right into that particular temptation.]

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