“Very informal. Most likely Bee will be in ripped jeans and a faded t-shirt. Mary will wear the same outfit she always wears; Freddie will ‘dress down’ in a polo with pressed trousers; Muriel will put on whatever they feel in the mood for—sometimes that’s full-body pajamas and sometimes it’s an evening gown—and Mum is even less predictable. Wear whatever will make you most comfortable.”

Crowley quickly put on a ribbed turtleneck. He wasn’t sure exactly why Aziraphale avoided looking at him when he was bare-chested, but whatever the reason, he didn’t want to make the man uncomfortable any longer than necessary. A few silver chains around his neck completed the rather minimalist look he was going for tonight, and Crowley decided to put on a bit of eyeliner after he blow-dried his hair. It was a special night, after all. He wasn’t preening for his husband, not in any way.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the look of admiration on Aziraphale’s face when the angel returned to the bedroom, dressed in a semi-formal version of his preferred daily outfit.

***** Read Chapter 16 here!

Lots of fluff in this chapter, so it's a perfect time to go on a short publishing break. Because this chapter comes with an Announcement. I know there’s at least one #ineffableauthors romance out there, but now, there’s at least two. Tomorrow, I fly to Europe to spend some time with my person, @ineffablerainstorm! 😇💗😈

***** Fic notes: Angst-free, complete tooth-rotting fluff, fake marriage, pining-while-married AU, rated E (but all spicy sections will be skippable).