Ineffable Husbands One Shots (Closed)

The stars

Date night was always Aziraphale's favorite night. Crowley's too, though he'd never admit it. They took turns planning it. Tonight, it was Aziraphale's turn and he had a whole evening planned that he couldn't wait for.

When Crowley showed up to take him out, Aziraphale was practically bouncing in his seat.

"Where to, angel?" Crowley asked, as he started the Bentley.

"Rivoli ballroom," Aziraphale answered happily.

Crowley raised a curious brow, "Dancing?"

"We've never done it and I think you'd be quite good at it. I've seen the way you sway those hips."

"We've been dancing before," Crowley objected, trying to hide the blush of Aziraphale's compliment.

"I'm sure we haven't. I would remember," Aziraphale shook his head.

"The twenties, we used to go dancing all the time," Crowley tried to recall all the times he went dancing. If he was being honest, he spent most of the twenties drink on gin, but he was sure he'd gone dancing with Aziraphale.

"Never together I'm afraid."

"Well that's a damn shame," Crowley frowned, disappointed that he hadn't managed to tempt the angel to dancing at some point.

"It's alright, we'll make up for it tonight," Aziraphale smiled excitedly.

"What kind of dancing is it?"

"Just a simple Waltz," Aziraphale shrugged. "There's a darling little party being thrown there this evening and I managed to get us an invite."

"You are as conniving as you are endearing," Crowley smirked at the now blushing angel.

Once they arrived, the ballroom was already bustling with people and music. The interior fittings consisted of red velvet, flock wallpaper, chandeliers, glitter balls, and over sized Chinese lanterns.

"Oh it's beautiful," Aziraphale beamed.

Crowley didn't waste any time. He took the angel's hand and lead him out onto the floor. The people around didn't notice that his shoes had suddenly changed to a more suitable dance shoe.

"My I have this dance?" Crowley asked with a seductive smirk.

Aziraphale blushed, "Why yes, of course."

Crowley pulled the angel in close as they fell into easy steps. Crowley was, as Aziraphale guessed, a natural. He led them around the room delicately.

"What made you choose dancing?" Crowley asked as they floated across the floor.

"Well, I heard of this party and I had to indulge. And like I said we've never done it before and you do have exquisite hips."

Crowley once again fought the blush on his own cheeks. "Next time we'll have to do the samba, or the tango. That's the dance with all the hip work."

"I considered that, but decided I didn't want to discorporate in the middle of our date," Aziraphale teased gently.

Crowley gaped at the angel as he continued to spin them around the room effortlessly.

"After this, I made reservations at the rooftop St. James."

"You made reservations?" Crowley raised a curious brow.

"I called to do it but they were booked already, so I rearranged some reservations," Aziraphale conceded.

"You are something angel," Crowley laughed. "What time are we to be there by?"

"One hour from now."

"Good, then I have more time to hold you," Crowley pulled Aziraphale in tighter as they continued dancing.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Crowley was shocked to be led to the actual rooftop of the building.

"I just thought that was the name, I had no idea it was actually on the rooftop."

"I thought this would be nice. Something different than the Ritz or any of our usual spots," Aziraphale looked to the demon with hopeful eyes.

"It's wonderful, angel," Crowley assured him, pulling out a seat for Aziraphale to sit in.

He ordered them wine and looked up to see what Aziraphale was staring at so intently.

"I thought you might like the view of the stars," Aziraphale smiled, not looking away from the sky.

"I can't concentrate on the stars tonight. The most heavenly body is right next to me," Crowley peered over his glasses at Aziraphale.

"Oh," Aziraphale's cheeks flamed, and he smiled bashfully.

"Thank you, angel, for tonight."

Aziraphale's eyes met Crowley's, "I was afraid you wouldn't like it."

"How could I not? I'm with you after all."

"Dancing isn't really a demon's thing," Aziraphale shrugged, his eyes falling to his lap.

"It's rather sinful actually. The sheer amount of temptations I accomplished pressed against someone got me several of my accommodations," Crowley smirked.

"And I thought maybe you'd be offended by the stars. Though I hoped you'd like them," Aziraphale continued.

"I do like the stars, angel, but nothing compares to you."

Aziraphale visibly relaxed as he reached for his drink.

Crowley appreciated the sentiment, but honestly, even the brightest star in the sky wasn't as captivating at Aziraphale. Especially when he had cake. And he was already eyeing the dessert at a table across the way. 

(Request for Mythical_Lei, hope it's okay)