DISCLAIMER: If I were a genius I would be Neil Gaiman or Terry Pratchett. And would have written Good Omens. Didn't. Sadly. So I write about their characters on fan fiction. Because that's what it's for!!

Not one of my better writings, but people seem to like and appreciate it.

It's a T, but a very soft T. I actually think that i.write.fic.not.tragedies' "soft" is a lot T-rated-rrr than this. But I could be wrong. Anyway, not much to say. I was bored and wanted to write a Good Omens something-fic. I'm sure you can figure it out what its about from the first line. But I'm still not saying anything.

Enjoy. I absolutely adore reviews and suggestions. Have any, dawls? --moi :3

Right, also, I center-alligned it to make it easier to read, and it looks better, I think.

Never

Aziraphale never asked to be left on earth with no one to stay with him throughout the ages but a fallen angel—a demon. He couldn't believe it when he met said creature for the third or fourth time in earth's existence and was told they'd be alone, more or less, until the end. Certainly, Hell could have left someone else? In the beginning they spoke little, but as the world unfolded, so did their friendship.

Forever is a very long time.

Aziraphale never planned on ignoring the one other being who'd be there for the whole of it. Their difference in background, taste, and ideals was a small detail. Good and evil may not get along, but without each other, they cease to exist.

Aziraphale never thought he'd come to care about the demon so much, as they sit together at the Ritz, a favorite these days, eyed by several other tables as their drinks refill and they seem unaffected. The way their hands knock together as they walk to the demon's very shiny, very chic, very sexy car and proceed to the angel's bookshop.

Aziraphale never even imagined what would happen after such events. Didn't realize it would all be hot breath, lack of clothing, skin against the skin, and books falling everywhere. Can't believe it as fingers clench in his and hold on for dear life as bodies mesh and wings unfurl and an entire bookshelf collapses somewhere near his feet with a single cry from the demon's lips. Or was it the angel's? He isn't even angry when they lie together, breathing hard, amongst the chaos of beloved books and soft feathers.

Aziraphale never expected his companion to be Crowley. But that does not mean that Crowley can't change an angel. He tempted once and it changed humanity. Anthony J. Crowley, previously known as the Serpent, can corrupt an angel easily. But that's not what the books and the feathers are about. Aziraphale showed him love. Crowley is just evening out the odds and returning a favor.

Of course, Aziraphale has never refused such a good deed before. Why start now?

Review, please?

--moi :3