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Autumn had set in and outside the wind was blowing the last of the yellow and orange leaves off the trees, denuding them for the winter.
But Aziraphale and Crowley didn't care, snuggled together on the couch in front of a warm fire. They would have continued if Aziraphale's stomach hadn't decided to break the silence with a rumbling sound that clearly indicated it was time to prepare dinner.
Thus, a few minutes later, Aziraphale was chopping tomatoes while humming when he felt Crowley wrapping his arms around him from behind. "How about a little help?"
He leaned against the demon for a moment before answering, "Gladly."
Crowley brought out the bowls for the salad and together they continued the meal preparations. The silence, easy and comfortable as they worked together, was only interrupted by Aziraphale humming from time to time.
The angel reached out to grab a spatula when he felt Crowley behind him again, his hands wrapping around his waist, making him turn around in his arms.
"Crowley, my dear?"
The demon replied softly, "When I hear you humming, it makes me want to dance with you."
The angel's puzzled expression turned to one of pure adoration as he replied, a soft, warm smile on his lips, "We can arrange that, my love."
He wrapped his arms around Crowley's neck and, resting his head on his shoulder, Aziraphale began to hum softly. They began to sway, barely moving their feet.
They both danced like that for a few minutes, in perfect harmony, even when Aziraphale stopped humming.
Then the angel gently raised his head and standing on tiptoe, he placed a soft kiss on the lips of the demon, who tightened his arms around him and kissed him back.
They continued to sway a little more before Aziraphale's stomach called them to order again, making the demon chuckle and the angel blush.
After exchanging a last kiss, they resumed the preparations for dinner, still in perfect harmony.
That certain night
The night we met
There was magic abroad in the air
There were angels dining at the Ritz
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
And sometimes, there was an angel and a demon dancing slowly in their kitchen.
In perfect harmony.