If anyone thought that a car was just a car, Crowley would have beaten them upside the head with his own sunglasses. Or had something terrible happen to them where he didn’t have to raise a hand, because that would make more sense.
His Bentley was his. Crowley never bothered having too much. Just mementos of certain things that didn’t see the light of day. But his Bentley he would show off.
The silent sports car.
How did she catch his eye? Who wouldn’t she have caught the eye of?
And he could tell that sometimes Aziraphale was jealous.
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Why had he agreed to do this? He had no idea. Aziraphale didn’t look like he wanted to do it either. If anything, he seemed absolutely terrified, sitting there and staring at the wheel in front of him.
“You turn on the car now.” Crowley’s voice didn’t sound like his own. Had he suggested this? Had the angel? Why were they doing this?
Right, because Crowley hadn’t liked the thought that Aziraphale still didn’t know how to drive. He wasn’t sure why it had ended up that his Bentley was the testing vehicle.* Continue reading “First Times”