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Cheeky piece

[ Its a video call of one Anthony J. Crowley stepping out of a posh building eating a vanilla and chocolate swirled cone. ]

When you think about it sixty-five million isn't really so much to ask for a place like this in the middle of New York. Especially with all those terraces. Parking space for two cars. Concierge. More bedroom space than I'll ever need. And... ha! This might be the best part!

[ He laughed and attached a quick image to the post. ]

They don't want to take that painting with them so it would come with the place! You're an art restorer, what do you think of it, Mr. Fell? Cheeky piece. It's a bit like that play we saw last week, the one where you got all annoyed with me for magically upgrading our seats. I didn't hear you complaining when we ended up with that private box though did I?

[ He paused for a thoughtful lick of chocolate before it ran down the cone. ]

I never even dreamed of owning a place like this one before so of course I signed. What is the point of magic if you can't indulge?

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[ Such suffering! Anthony could tell it was the worst of tasks being asked to look after such a terrible creature as himself... which naturally had him smirking like he had just won the jackpot. ]

Le Bernardin. I'll have to remember that one. Elegant dinner for two in the candlelight.

[ He would in fact later mention that very place to Alec. ]

Until then, one professional opinion on a painting and then maybe a little wine under the stars. The view from the terrace is...

[ For lack of a better word. ]

Heavenly.

[He tries to contain his delight at the idea and Anthony is treated to a familiar wiggle]

Heavenly? Oh, it seems to me all you're missing, then, is your own personal angel.

[ Anticipation in animated form! That wiggle was a sign he was on the perfect course. ]

I have an idea where I can find one. Say, 9ish? It's the Tulip building in SoHo, off Broome street.

Alright, yes. By then perhaps I can think of a suitable housewarming gift.

You DID buy it, didn't you? Or...whatever it is you do to acquire things? You aren't actually just...pulling my leg?

Well... no money has actually exchanged hands yet, that's not how things work, everything is credit these days... but yeah, I signed my name on the dotted line. The place is mine as soon as I move out of the old flat, details to be worked out later.

[ A coy smile. ]

What were you thinking, that this was all some trap to draw you into my lair?

[Lured into Anthony's lair sounds incredibly tempting. Oh no, poor (angelic) human at the mercy of a clever demon. He puts that idea on the backburner and gives a prim shrug.]

Oh, please. An over-priced, over-designed, gentrified penthouse is hardly a lair.

[ So Aziraphale wasn't the least bit tempted? Anthony's head slowly tilted, watching his poor innocent angel's expression with oddly unblinking amused eyes. ]

It's better than a dark pit some where, filled with bats and... whatever else you find in dark pits. This place is full of Italian marble and in the middle of the most populous artistic area in New York.

[ He was working up to something, clearly leaving a tempting bread trail behind him for Aziraphale to pick up on. ]

Mastersuite. His and...

[ It ought to have been 'Hers' as that was what the realtor had told him but Anthony altered the phrase. ]

His matching restrooms. Plenty of room for a library.

[Anthony hardly strikes him as the type of demon, or man, or anything, to keep a bat cave. Creature comforts and all were important. Or at least appearances, and it was hard to look cool in a dingy cave .]

A library... oh, that would be lovely. There’s so little space in these New York flats for the luxuries of keeping libraries and the like. I’ve had to keep so many of my books and paintings in storage and I really don’t trust that the conditions are at all good for them in the long term... It would be so nice to put them out on display where I could enjoy them and...

...I see what you’re doing. Don’t think you can use your wiles on me, you sneaky serpent. I’m not going to be tempted by your fine looks and attractive offers like those realtors and concierge clerks and the ushers. I know your tricks now. I can resist.

Yeah, you could resist but... why bother? I mean even if you didn't want to share a bedroom you could have your own space on the first floor. I could move the office to the gym space and it could become Aziraphale's library and art restoration room.

We could have dinner and lunch together every day.

[ He gave the screen a hopeful look. ]

Even breakfast.

[He is tempted. More so by meals and entire days spent with Anthony than by the prospect of a library, honestly. He looks away.]

I couldn't ask you to rearrange your plans for the space for me. Besides, there's no way I could afford to live there.

That's not... I'm not asking you to pay for anything.

[ Some times Aziraphale was so dense Anthony didn't know whether to fly into a rage or pepper the adorable man with kisses. ]

I'm asking you to move in with me.

[ The kisses would have won out. ]

We can share the place. Do the couples thing... My plans always included you.

[He had enjoyed being tempted, but that was awfully fast, wasn't it? When did people usually move in together? They had only been dating for a few months now. Fell hadn't lived with a lover in a very long time, and Anthony hadn't even lived with Grace. He had been too fast for Aziraphale in his memory of the holy water, too, and he still wasn't sure just what they had moved on to become from that.

But to be included in someone's Plan, to be a part of Anthony's life like that... It was all very romantic, surprising and entirely overwhelming.]

They did?

Yeah.

[ Was that too sweet? Too fast? Not fast enough? Anthony stared at the screen practically gooey with emotion as he waited for the verdict... then thought better of that as he second guessed based on Aziraphale's obvious confusion. ]

You don't have to answer now. You can see the place, think about it... it's a standing offer when ever you're ready.

Thank you, my dear. [How in the world this sweet, considerate, romantic man is a demon, he'll never understand. I mean, aside from the trolling and whatnot, but still.]

I know... Perhaps I'll bring a few of my favorite books over, lay the groundwork for that library. It should help to make the space feel more cozy, too.

That's a good idea. Bring them over, tuck them in, see if they feel right at home here.

[ Which he said a touch sillily as naturally the books wouldn't actually be able to offer their opinion of their new shelf. But it was a delightfully hope filled first step. Love me, love my toys...

And Aziraphale hadn't said no! He could rest happily on the idea that he hadn't turned down the idea outright. ]

They've grown so accustomed to their usual shelving, it may take them a bit to adjust and settle in. Rigid things, books, you know. They don't bend or conform easily.

But with the right company, anywhere can be home.

I've noticed that about them. Especially the hardcovers... oo, very slow to bend those ones. Impossible maybe!

Good thing we aren't asking them to change, just to consider new possibilities.

[Oh, Anthony. Must you be so sweet to him?]

Thank you, you darling man. Thank you for being patient with me. I must have been very good in a past life to have you here in mine now.

Anyway. I will see you at 9.

[ The kindness and the desire to pamper the Hell out of Mr. Fell bubbled up naturally from some where beside the same place that had him responding to that with a smirk and some coy sarcasm. ]

Or very bad.

[ The time couldn't move fast enough! ]

9. I'll tell the doorman to expect you so he can give you the code for the elevator.

Me? Never. [The teasing accusation leaves him tickled. Suppose one would have to be rather naughty to capture the attention of a demon and he likes the idea he just might be bad enough. Maybe it should worry him. It doesn't. ]

A doorman. Goodness.

[ Didn't he had a wonderful smile. Most wouldn't have been nearly so thrilled to have it playfully hinted they might have a wicked side. It made Aziraphale all the more charming. ]

I'm used to them. My old place had one too.

[ He beamed and wiggled on screen like a serpent dangling from a branch, though he tried to play it cool. ]

See you at nine.

[ When Fell arrived the doorman would usher him into the lobby and to the elevator. As the device passed through several floors one needed to input a code to land on the correct one. Anthony had so enjoyed picking one out, it felt very Bond, but he hadn't made the most creative choice. It was 6665. The five added only to be slightly unpredictable. ]

Yes, but it just sounds so indulgent when you put it like that. But yes. I will see you tonight. Until then, mind how you go, love.

[Aziraphale arrives more or less on time. He gives an amused eyeroll at the code, because... of course. Though he did wonder about the five, if it bore any significance or if it was just a five for the sake of filling out the number set.

When Anthony let him in, rather than the usual hellos and greeting, he said with a fond tsk-tsk:]

Six-six-six. Really, Anthony. You're utterly ridiculous. I'm surprised to find there isn't an upside cross over the door, or some other devilish paraphernalia. I'd think you would have invested in some ghoulish gargoyles or appropriately flickering lighting by now. Maybe some Rolling Stones.

[He holds out a cheerful looking box of rich chocolate cupcakes tied up with a perky bow and his smile just glows.]

Congratulations on your new lair.

[ He considered these suggestions, flippant though they may have been, with more sincerity than they deserved as he closed the rod iron gate behind Mr. Fell, securing the elevator behind the elegant screen. ]

I could do a gargoyle or two, find a nice painting of a snake. There is plenty of time to customize the place.

[ Anthony drifted closer, drawn in by the scent of chocolate and Mr. Fell's unique brand of aftershave. ]

Those look sinful.

[ He couldn't help it. He was ridiculous so he had been told! ]

Devil's food?

Might as well lean into it, you're going to be a demon, I suppose? A little decadence... Spark envy? Show off some pride. Boost your...well, do demons get Brownie Points? Inciting sin must count for something.

[Indeed, Devil's Food. He straightens Anthony's collar as an excuse to draw him even closer, gazing up at him.]

Seemed apropos. [He leaned up for a kiss.]

[ His hand dropped like a guide to the small of Aziraphale's back, pulling him closer as their lips met. It was several greedy moments before he allowed their parting but the friendly hand remained. ]

You're the only one who gets that. Not even Alec...

[ His lips curled downward briefly but he escorted the both of them towards the great room. The original owners had been downsizing so they left a great deal behind, the painting Aziraphale had come to see along with the furnished room. ]

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