"And now," Warlock pronounced solemnly, "You may kiss the bride!"
Crowley darted a panicked look at Aziraphale from under his sunglasses. This was all that blessed angel's fault. Couldn't just let the Antichrist grow up completely on his own, no. Had to drop by and do a little special babysitting every so often.
The demon didn't even know how it had gone from helping Warlock be more open-minded vis-a-vis gay marriage to actually taking part in a mock ceremony with Aziraphale. Children these days. Especially Antichrists!
"Well, go on." The child prodded them impatiently with the converted M-16 that he'd been holding for a sceptre (Crowley's idea, of course). "Kiss him!"
"Better do as he says, dear. He's got a gun." Aziraphale smiled serenely and tilted his face up at Crowley. Crowley refused to admit to being flustered in the face of ther angel's insulting calm, and ducked his head down to kiss Aziraphale.
Warlock laughed.
After a muttered oath, he managed to get the veil out of the way, and then kiss the angel. There! Now the angel was damned, and dirty, and impure, and-- and -- and--
Kissing him back quite enthusiastically.
Tearing his mouth away, eyes wide behind the sunglasses, Crowley rasped in shock, "Angel!"
Aziraphale failed to look in the least repentant, "Love is love, dear. I'm sure God won't mind."
Crowley had other arguments to make about sin and lust and making an effort but the application of a determined mouth to his caused him to lose not just the arguments but also the facility for speech.
Warlock watched for a bit, then wandered off, bored. Grown-ups were kind of weird.
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Crowley darted a panicked look at Aziraphale from under his sunglasses. This was all that blessed angel's fault. Couldn't just let the Antichrist grow up completely on his own, no. Had to drop by and do a little special babysitting every so often.
The demon didn't even know how it had gone from helping Warlock be more open-minded vis-a-vis gay marriage to actually taking part in a mock ceremony with Aziraphale. Children these days. Especially Antichrists!
"Well, go on." The child prodded them impatiently with the converted M-16 that he'd been holding for a sceptre (Crowley's idea, of course). "Kiss him!"
"Better do as he says, dear. He's got a gun." Aziraphale smiled serenely and tilted his face up at Crowley. Crowley refused to admit to being flustered in the face of ther angel's insulting calm, and ducked his head down to kiss Aziraphale.
Warlock laughed.
After a muttered oath, he managed to get the veil out of the way, and then kiss the angel. There! Now the angel was damned, and dirty, and impure, and-- and -- and--
Kissing him back quite enthusiastically.
Tearing his mouth away, eyes wide behind the sunglasses, Crowley rasped in shock, "Angel!"
Aziraphale failed to look in the least repentant, "Love is love, dear. I'm sure God won't mind."
Crowley had other arguments to make about sin and lust and making an effort but the application of a determined mouth to his caused him to lose not just the arguments but also the facility for speech.
Warlock watched for a bit, then wandered off, bored. Grown-ups were kind of weird.