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Crowley walked into the shop. He called out to no where in particular, “Hi, angel! What up, just popping by-“ he spotted Aziraphale. “Oh my-!” The demon ducked his head and covered his eyes once Aziraphale’s bright wings flashed him, as they were out on display.
“Crowley, dear? Are you quite alright?” Aziraphale asked, a bit worried.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to barge in on you when you weren’t decent!”
“But i’m wearing clothes…” He looked down and thought for a minute. “Oh! You mean my wings!” He laughed a bit. “My dear boy, it’s alright! It’s just my wings - and you’ve seen much more than that in any case!”
“But they’re your wings! Much more personal than well…all of that…” He grumbled a bit.
“Don’t be ridiculous! You’ve seen them before…Crowley.” Aziraphale walked closer. “Please look at me…” His voice was soft like the trickling waters of a river.
Crowley refused to turn around.
“Crowley, dear…”
No response.
“Please look at me, Crowley - I’m starting to feel as though you don’t like them…” He lowered his voice a bit, drawing his own conclusions.
“No, no, no! It’s not that, it’s just-“
“Just what?”
“To a demon, wings and horns are the single most personal and private thing. Many demons lost their wings in the fall so after the garden it became quite…ehh ’taboo’ - as you could say - when a being shows their wings and such.”
“If it makes you that uncomfortable, i’ll put them away.”
“No, no! Just…” He sighed. “Give me a minute…” He speed walked to the back room, shielding his eyes as he swiftly passed his partner of many years.
Aziraphale fidgeted with the primaries of his wing, a soft frown painted his face. After waiting a bit, he heard the backroom door open again. His sight was greeted by raven-like wings the spread carefully out in the center of the confined book shop.
The sun glasses, that usually concealed his yellow serpentine eyes, were safely resting atop his black leather jacket in the back.
Blush dusted their faces. Aziraphale’s breath caught in his throat as he took in the view. His eyes wandered over his rumpled feathers and wondered of when the last time they were properly groomed was.
He reached for his wings. “May I?” He was enthralled with their beauty.
Crowley, completely captivated by his fascination, could barely remember to respond. “uhm…yeah.” He cleared his throat. “Yes, absolutely,” he reassured.
Aziraphale brushed his hand through a section of feathers as if they could shatter within moments. “You’re stunning,” he whispered without a thought.
“Oh, uhm. Yeah, th-thank y- thank you…” He felt like a bumbling idiot. Even after all their years - his husband still manages to fluster him.
“Hmm…Do you have horns to go along with these beauties?” He said with his eyes still glued to his wings as he softly fingered through them.
“Oh ehm…yeah…” His face lit up with a bright blush as he snapped his fingers and two small blood red horns appeared on his forehead.
Aziraphale gasped lightly, his mouth agape. He traced his hands along the ends of his wings and moved them slowly up his face. He reached for his forehead and kissed the space in between.
“Angel?” He muttered.
“Never have I seen such a heavenly sight.”
Crowley pushed him away and worriedly scanned his face for any trace of deceit. After sensing none, he grabbed his faced and pulled him tenderly into a kiss.