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Aziraphale, it must be said, makes an excellent pillow. Crowley could fall asleep like this - and has, on previous occasions. He's certainly dozing now. Nothing like a good lovemaking session to get him sleepy again.

"Mmf, nap," he murmurs happily into the angel's neck.

That he makes a good pillow certainly is knowledge that only the demon holds. And the privilege to act on it is his and his alone. As well as the perfect angle to see how the little smattering of feathers has spread between the angel's wings and up to his shoulders.

Aziraphale smiles, tilting his head to gently nudge it against Crowley's. "Going back to sleep already, dear?"

Crowley smiles, running a hand over that smattering of feathers lightly. "Why, want to have another go already? I definitely need a nap first."

Aziraphale huffs out a chuckle. He's grown quite fond of sleep by now, or, at least, of lying down with his demon, in just comfort and intimacy.

"Let me turn around." He asks, one of his wings gently brushing against Crowley.

"Fine, fine," Crowley grumbles good-naturedly, shifting as best he can to let Aziraphale move as he pleases. It's possible a lamp gets knocked over by a stray wing during this process, or would have, if a miracle didn't set it to rights.

It is a process, much like earlier in the morning, to move around in a space like this with their wings. Aziraphale could easily just put his away, but he doesn't.

With some shifting and scooting and fluffing of some pillows, he finally lies back down, back against those very brave pillows. He settles with a little comfortable sigh-

"Here we are." As he smiles up at his demon. "Do come here, dearest."

Don't have to tell him twice. Crowley wastes no time in wrapping himself around Aziraphale again, arm around his middle, a leg slung over his thighs, leaning in to kiss his lips with a pleased sort of hum.

One of the benefits of sharing a life with a demon that happens to be a snake is that said demon is quite good at cuddling, which the angel has found, since they've first began sharing such kinds of physical affections, are quite delightful.

He wraps his arms around the demon and returns the kiss, quite clearly smiling against his lips.

"So I take it that was all right, then?" Crowley asks, clearly pleased with himself and feeling quite comfortable and relaxed.

Aziraphale huffs another chuckle, bringing a hand up to stroke at the demon's hair.

"It was...pleasant." He teases.

"Well I feel very validated by that, thanks," Crowley mutters around a snort. "I'll remember that next time you want to be seen to."

The gentle bastardy is definitely slipping through Aziraphale's smile, as he digs his fingers through Crowley's hair.

"Oh, you know you're always marvelous, my dear." He brushes a thumb over Crowley's ear, and coaxes him into another sweet kiss, cupping his face in both his hands. "You always make me feel so wonderful."

Crowley shivers and presses himself closer, those touches right where he likes them best, the angel always knows where he likes being touched.

"Mm, good, always want you to feel that way," he murmurs around the kiss. "'s the least I can do."

He should know. He makes a mental note every time he finds one. He's very dutiful like that.

"You do plenty, my love." Murmuring right back, lips just hovering over while he speaks. "I've never felt this way before."

"Me neither," Crowley admits. "Didn't think it'd ever be possible."

Another kiss. And one under his eye, and another one on his forehead.

"And yet, here we are." He rests his head back to look at his demon again, brushing a thumb over his cheekbone.

"Yeah," he murmurs. "It's real." He brushes a finger over Aziraphale's lips lightly. "Love you."

He presses a light kiss on the demon's finger. "I love you too, dear. Very much so."

"All right," Crowley says, happy as anything but as usual trying not to show it. Hmph.

"Still need a nap before we have another go," he adds, nuzzling into the angel's chest.

Much as he's learned to do, and learned he rather appreciates doing, the angel wraps his arms around Crowley and rests a hand on the back of the demon's neck, brushing his thumb over the hair there.

"Very well, dear." He hums, gently amused, pulling his wings in and wrapping them over the demon's back and legs. "We should think about dinner plans for later."

"Mm," Crowley mumbles comfortably. "Whatever you wanna do, you know that."

He does know that. But it's polite to ask.

"Perhaps we could go to this new Korean restaurant up near The Regent's Park." He keeps tracing little circles on the back of Crowley's neck. "I hear they make some outstanding kimchi."

"Mm, kimchi," Crowley mumbles vaguely. "Sounds good, angel."

Let it be known that the angel has long been aware of just how easily the demon is lulled to sleep by pointless banter when they're together all snug like this.

"There's also a new Indian restaurant in Mayfair, I've heard good things. Oh, and we could stop in that lovely little bakery and pick up some macarons..."

When Crowley is in the post-coital haze, Aziraphale could probably talk about a zombie apocalypse and he'd do little more than mutter, "sure, angel" in response.

Food is fine. Crowley knows Aziraphale loves to talk about food, and he's happy to let Aziraphale talk about whatever he likes, at length - Aziraphale's voice and body are safe, and comfortable, and loving, and he's happy.

"Sure, love," he mumbles now. "Anything you like."

The funny part is, he may only be half-listening to this, but then randomly in a couple of weeks Crowley will make it a point to stop off at that bakery and bring home macarons for the angel, for no reason other than he likes to give him things. The specific details of this conversation may be unimportant, and passing him by, but that by no means indicates he's not paying attention.

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salutosinedelectat - 2020-07-05 22:57 (UTC) - Expand