It Started Out With A Kiss

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"Right, right." Crowley placed his phone to his ear. "What do I say?" He yawned.

Aziraphale half hovered over the semi awake Crowley and he did feel bad for waking his partner at seven a.m., but it was the exact time the caterer opened its business for the day. He was grateful Cassi had taught him all about electronic mail, yes it was against his will, but, apparently, that was how some people, and businesses communicated these days.

Aziraphale took the phone back from Crowley and tried to go back to the email tab. "They telegrammed regarding the little chocolate covered delight Cassi wants, apparently they are able to include them, but we have to respond by today." Aziraphale pointed to the email. "We can-"

"Hello?" The other voice on the phone picked up.

"Oh, here, here, here." Aziraphale shoved the phone back into Crowley's hand and gestured for him to answer.

"Yea, hi, um..." Crowley's voice was hoarse as he sat up in bed and scratched the back of his head, still not understanding exactly what his partner wanted him to do.

Aziraphale scoffed and whispered, "Chocolate candy. Reception. Yes."

"Hello?" The person on the other line repeated.

Crowley shook his sleep away. "Yea, sorry. Um, this is Anthony Crowley and, erm..." he placed the phone on speaker and looked at the screen trying to read the email Aziraphale kept pointing at (he was basically tapping the phone excessively), "I'm calling regarding the Crowley-Fell wedding...um...my partner said something about candy?"

Aziraphale knelt on the bed, encouraging Crowley to handle the conversation. Afterwards, after everything was in order, Crowley wondered one thing, "Why couldn't you handle it? You said to not touch anything wedding and to just worry about showing up."

Aziraphale leaned forward and pecked the demon's lips. "Thank you, dearest and well, every time I chat with them, I end up adding more food. Everything suggested sounds appetizing." He kissed him once more and rolled to his side of the bed where he proceeded to sit up and go over his wedding journal.

Crowley laid on his side and perched his head on his hand. "Wh-why can't we miracle the things we need and want for the wedding instead of, you know," he sniffed, "going about it the human way."

"I've told you before, it's my only wedding and I want to do it the earthly way."

Crowley opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again. "I thought it's our wedding?"

Aziraphale noted something in his journal. "It is."

"You said 'my only wedding.'"

"Oh, did I?" He gave a sheepish smile. "Of course I meant our."

Crowley grinned and scooted closer to the angel. "No, you didn't."

The angel blushed, placed his journal on the side table and laid back down on his side, facing the demon. They were silent for a couple of minutes, making silly and odd expressions towards each other, even mouthing words like bastard and serpent and some obscene words as well. After a while, Crowley extended his arm to cup Aziraphale's cheek when the angel's eyes began to gloss. "Why the tears?"

Aziraphale exhaled with a sharp breath and scooted closer to his partner. They were so close that they could feel each other's breath. "You said the Crowley-Fell wedding."

Crowley furrowed his brow and wrapped an arm around the angel's waist, pulling him close. "Er, should I have said something else?"

Aziraphale shook his head and sighed contently. "No, no. I didn't say that it's just," he bore eyes of devotion, "after six thousand years I can finally call you mine."