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A faint smell of baked goods and coffee lingers in the air, The stairs lead her to a blue door, the only painted one in the building. A smirk, she knows that colour, had seen it many times, appear and disappear on the screen.
Crowley smooths her clothes, she changed three times, not sure what she should wear for this, she lifts her hand to knock on the door, instead she rings the bell.
“Good day. You must be Crowley.” blue-gray eyes look her up and down, they stop and for a few seconds their gaze locks, her smile softens.
“I am Aziraphale. It is great to meet you. Aziraphale clears the way and gestures. “Come in, dear. Feel at home.”
Crowley steps over the threshold, the hallway is not just a hallway it is a small room itself. On one wall is a closet and the other a bench, a lonely plant in the corner. “She might need some sun.” Crowley points at it and goes over to inspect her further, her fingers gliding over the leaves.
“When did you change her pot the last time?”
Aziraphale looks surprised “Oh, I.. never.” Crowley slowly nods and leaves the hallway.
“Woah.” the room opens up to a huge room with a massive glass wall, on the other side is a roof deck, leading around a corner. She turns around. “No wonder need a roommate.” A hint of rosé creeps over Aziraphales cheeks, she smiles politely and glances at a door. “Would you like to see your room?”
“Sure.” Crowley stares at the veranda while following her to one side of the room with two doors. Aziraphale opens the left one. “It is the second largest bedroom and you have access to the balcony from here. You can separate that part of it and use it any way you like. Um, well, as long as it is not illegal.”
Crowley smirks wicked “Too bad, mentioned it. Now can't deny.” Aziraphales smile fades a bit, here brows furrow. “You are joking. Right?”
“'Course An-ziraphale.” Crowley laughs out and opens the door to the roof deck. “'m plants 'd love here.” the sun shines bright, one of the few sunny days this summer, Crowleys hand on the railing, her face lifted to the sun, her eyes closed and a smile on her lips. “Mhm.”
Her gaze falls on Aziraphale, standing in the door and watching her. “Oh.” Crowley blushes. “sssorry.” Before she could say anything, Crowley notices the other door, the curtains are closed. “This your room?”
“No. It's my office.” Aziraphale shakes her head. “You could use my computer if you need to.”
“no need. 'm own.” Crowley waves aside. “Right. Of course. Should we continue? There are still some rooms left to see.” Crowley walks past Aziraphale, their bodies almost brushing. Crowleys heart jumps, she avoids being this close to people. “Lead the way.”
“Fuck, a sauna?” Crowley eyes at Aziraphale. “How loaded 'r you?”
Aziraphale blushes. “Inherited..” she mumbles and avoids her look, she clears her throat. “I can show you how to use it.”
Crowley raises a brow and smirks. “ngk, sure.”
The bathroom is, like everything in this flat, huge. A big bathtub in the corner, a separate shower and room for a closet filled with toiletry and towels. “Behind that door is the laundry room.”
“No separate dining room?” the sarcasm dripping from Crowleys voice.
“Unfortunately not. I hope this is not a deal-breaker for you.” Crowley rolls her eyes. “Joking, angel.”
Aziraphale forces a smile “Oh. Haha.” The kitchen is cleaned to the brim, every possible surface is shining. Even the fruits in the bowl look extra shiny.
“My room is right here.” Aziraphale points at a door next to the kitchen, delicate golden vines framing the door. “I thought, having our rooms at the opposite sides of the flat might be a good idea. We each have our own part of the balcony and won't get in the way.” Crowley nods. “Yah.”
Crowley and Aziraphale make their way back to the living room, next to Aziraphales room is a large painting of an angel on the wall. “My beloved nana painted it.” For a short second Aziraphales face turns sad, but Crowley is not sure.
“Is your family religious?” Crowley nods at the angel around Aziraphales neck, she noticed some religious bits and bops, mostly angels, all around the flat. “Or.. angel kink?”
Aziraphales face turns bright red. “No.” Aziraphale smooths her shirt nervously. “This is.. not really a thing, or?”
Crowley smirks and raises a brow. “Eh..everything can be.”
Aziraphales eyes widen. “No. You are joking again.”
Crowley drops the smile. “No. Ssorry to burst yer bubble.” Crowley feels the itch to pet Aziraphales shoulder.
“Coffee or tea?” Aziraphale prepared everything beforehand, she even baked biscuits. “Really want 'm to move in, huh.” Crowley laughs. “Coffee, please.” Some quiet moments pass enjoying their drinks and biscuits.
“Whats your work?” Crowley dips a biscuit in her coffee. “I am an editor for a small publisher and I bind books.” Crowley nods.
“Innit a lot?” Aziraphale looks up and furrows her brows. “Hm, not really.”
“What about you, dear?”
“I am an flartist.” Crowley smiles, waitingly.
“Oh.” Crowley watches Aziraphale think, this is her favourite part. “A flower artist?” Aziraphale hesitantly suggests. Crowleys smile fades and her mouth drops. Pursing her lips, she nods. “Yah.”
“Uh, do people normally not get it?” Aziraphales eyes wander over Crowleys face, as she shakes her head. “Nooo.”
“Ruined it.” Crowley mumbles under her breath as her lips meet her mug again.
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The door opens to a beaming smile. “Hellooo.” Aziraphale brightens the rainy dark day. “Hiyah.” Crowley waves.
“Where is the rest of your stuff?” Aziraphale points at a large sports bag.
“Erm, don't have much.” Crowley shrugs and lifts her bag inside. “My ex keeps the furniture.” she adds casually.
“Oh, you lived with your ex?”
“Yah, well, not always exes..” Aziraphale opens the closet and hangs Crowleys leather jacket inside.
“But.. the room is empty. You can't sleep on the floor.” Aziraphale followed Crowley in the living room.
“I don't mind, angel.” Crowley shrugs and falls down on the couch.
Aziraphale puts her hands on her sides. “Get up.”
Crowley looks surprised at her. “What?”
“Get up, we are buying you a bed.”
Crowley snorts. “I don...”
Aziraphale grabs her hand and pulls her up from the sofa. “Yes. Come.”
Aziraphale excitedly inspects every bed at the store, Crowley saunters through the aisles and looks at the beds, she has to tell Aziraphale, that she can't afford any of these beds right now, she'll be fine on the floor.
“Crowley? Where are you?” Aziraphale shouts on the other side.
“Here.”
“Come over, I found the perfect bed.” Crowley follows Aziraphales voice, intrigued to see her pick. “Oh.” The bed is perfect for her.
“I can't afford this, angel.” Crowley whispers as she looks at the price tag.
“But you like it?” Crowley nods. “ngk, yah.”
Aziraphale claps her hands together. “Well, then lets buy it. I can pay for you.”
“Nonono. 's too much.” Crowley pulls on her arm, but Aziraphale won't move.
“Take it as a present.” Crowley laughs out. “Right.”
“Great.” Aziraphale smiles big. “We buy it.” she addresses the salesperson.
Crowley opens her mouth to protest “Angel.” but Aziraphale ventured off with the seller to handle the payment, Crowleys eyes glued to her back, staring in disbelief. They don't know each other.
Her eyes wander to the bed. It is a great bed, but does she need it? The frame is black steel and little rose ornaments on top of the corners, very extravagant. Crowley shakes her head with a smile.