Honeymooners

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Date: June 3rd, morning
Location: Aziraphale and Crowley's room
Status: Private (Aziraphale and Crowley)
Summary: They've agreed that they're in love. They've also agreed that it's time to move on from the Manor. But that's about all they can see eye-to-eye on.


Aziraphale was almost entirely packed. "I told you, I hate Costa Rica. Most of the countries around the Equator are entirely too harsh on someone as pale as I am. And while I'm not advocating Moscow or something like that..."

He looked up at Crowley and smiled fondly. They'd only been a couple for a few days, and they'd already passed through the initial "we can't do this" doubts from both sides. Aziraphale hadn't felt so comfortable now in centuries. It was wonderful, truly blissful, and even the cutesy arguments about where they were going next couldn't take that away.

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The Serpent had already miracled everything of his packed and was now lounging in the desk's swivel chair, his feet propped up on the edge of the bed.

"You realize you don't HAVE to get sunburned," Crowley said dryly before stretching a bit and thinking. "We could go to...Venezuela? Or anywhere in the Caribbean Sea. There are tons of little islands."

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Aziraphale fixed Crowley with a mock glare, going so far as to shake a finger at him. "I know geography, you old serpent."

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"What?" Crowley asked in an innocent tone. "Did I mix up my locations? It seems to me that regardless of where Costa Rica is, the islands in the Caribbean are far enough away from the Equator*. Or would you rather we go somewhere in the Pacific? Near the Phillipines?"

*He knew exactly where Costa Rica was, of course. He just couldn't resist the warmth.**

**And possibly the idea of getting his angel onto a beach...***

***Although Go- Sa- Someone knew that Crowley would have to make certain Aziraphale didn't pack a Victorian-style one piece swimsuit.

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"You know where I've always wanted to go? Antarctica. Penguins are just the cutest thing," Aziraphale deadpanned.

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"Ha ha."

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"You laugh, but it's true." Aziraphale sighed and smiled fondly. "I suppose we can forget the penguins and start over. Maybe... Oh, you know where I haven't been in awhile? Italy. Tuscany is simply gorgeous, and north enough it isn't too hot either!"

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Crowley dropped his feet to the floor and sat up in the chair running a hand through his hair and looking all too suave. "If I agree, what's in it for me?"

This was asked in his usual mischevious, Deal-Making-Temptor tone, the one he always used when they were working out an agreement that fell under the Arrangement.

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Aziraphale was more than used to said tone. He raised an eyebrow at him and evenly replied, "No trips to Rome."

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"Fair enough I guess, but is that ALL?"

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Aziraphale smirked. Really, Crowley was an awful influence on him. "Well, that depends. I'll reward you according to how well you behave yourself."

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Crowley smiled like a snake. "But you like it when I misbehave."

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Aziraphale merely raised an eyebrow at him.

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Crowley just held the smile and waited.

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Aziraphale sighed with a smile. "To say I enjoy your misbehavior is a bit of an overstatement, my dear."

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"Is it?" Crowley could have argued the point but he didn't. Mostly because they were both right and they were both wrong. Like on most things, actually. "So we're decided on Italy. I just hope that Adam keeps his word."

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"He's a nice boy," Aziraphale replied, resuming his packing. "I'm sure things will be fine here, but I'm also glad we won't be here to see it. With all the authority figures about, my feathers have been ruffled far more often than I'd prefer."

He paused. "Which reminds me, I do need to pay a visit to Raphael before we leave."

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"As you like," Crowley replied, indicating that as far as he was concerned Aziraphale could say his goodbyes on his own. Of the Archangels, Raphael was the least likely to smite a demon but one can never be too careful.

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Aziraphale nodded and quickly left. When he found Raphael was not in his quarters, instead Aziraphale hastily wrote a note - sending his love, bidding farewell for now. Really, it was easier this way; he didn't have to worry about Raphael judging him.

And he didn't feel like finding any of his other superiors.

He walked back to the room, and smiled at Crowley, who'd finished packing. "So? Shall we be off?"

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Yesss," Crowley replied, miracling their luggage into the boot of the Bentley.

He'd sent his own short and sweet note to Belial because he felt he had to--'See you around, Crowley.'--and now he was ready to get out of Lower Tadfield.

"Where are we heading? The shop?"

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Aziraphale understood the underlying meaning - "What about the shop?"

While really Aziraphale was a creature of habit and wouldn't be comfortable leaving his shop, let alone England, this new situation, having Crowley fulfilling a new and unfamiliar role in his life, had tilted his axis anyway. If one's going to fall, one might as well spread one's wings. "Indubitably. I'm not leaving my books behind, of course not! But the shop... no, it can stay. I'm sure someone can find a better use for it than not selling books." At Crowley's surprised expression, he amended, "You have to know by now I hated that store, for giving people an excuse to touch MY books. Now I have you to make money for me so I don't have to sell any of them. And the books will be happier in my personal library as opposed to behind a price tag."

Never mind that he didn't use price tags. It's the principle of the thing.

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"You don't use price tags," was Crowley's first response. His second was, "But what about the building? The back room? All that? You could keep the few books you don't want in the shop and it could be our base for when we do get into London."

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Aziraphale hummed in thought. "If you foresee us ever coming back to England, then that sounds like a good idea." He began to nibble on his lower lip. He'd been in England for so long that leaving seemed both pleasing and yet... "If not, we can bring my furniture along if it pleases you, although... the shop itself is too small for both of us."

He hoped his blush wasn't too horrible.

The End

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In the end, they decided their main home would still be in Britain (Aziraphale's adventurousness would only go so far), in the South Downs. They had a cottage there, although it really only resembled one the way a doberman resembles a miniature pincer. The shop was kept for times when they did go to London, although only the most banal and vulgar books were kept there and even on the rare occassions the two were in the city those still didn't sell.

Their honeymoon (although neither would call it that, although that's what it was) was basically another world tour which they both enjoyed, perhaps all the more because they knew they had a home to come back to - with each other.