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[goodtobebad]

Oh. Okay.

[ His voice might be pitched just a liiiiittle higher than normal, but he doesn't comment on it, and he definitely does not nuzzle faintly at Aziraphale, breathing in his scent. ]

So... sleep. Not so bad, huh.

[comfortably]

Not terrible, no.

But...

I think I like the part where we wake up the best.

[ Crowley feels warm, and his hair is soft. He could use more days like these. ]

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[ Crowley swallows, feeling himself blushing. Blushing! Him! Over - over snuggling with the angel! ]

We.

[ He says that faintly. Like he's trying it out. We wake up. ]

Yeah, I think. I think it might be my favorite thing.

[ Favorite part of sleeping? No, this may be his favorite thing ever, waking up with Aziraphale. Having Aziraphale soft, sleepy and smiling in his arms. He's never experienced anything better. Never. ]

[comfortably]

Well, yes. I woke up, and you woke up. So we woke up.

[ He smiles, and is glad that Crowley is in agreement. Because this is a sweet side to Crowley, one that only Aziraphale ever gets to see. But he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to coax it out all the more. ]

I'm not sure I'll ever get the hang of the sleeping part, but I do like this.

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Well. Hngh. S'pose.

[ Play it cool, Crowley. Just be cool. He huffs, glances away, tries his best to act casual while still curled up in bed with Aziraphale - which doesn't really work, but play along. ]

Could do it again sometime, if you want.

[comfortably]

Oh, really?

I think I'd like that.

[ He grins and scrunches his nose. ]

Should we get up, then?

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[ Oh. He would like that. Crowley smiles faintly, burying it against Aziraphale's neck. ]

Don't have to.

[ He mutters that, glancing at the angel's face. ]

Nowhere else to be for the moment.

[comfortably]

Oh, all right. We can stay in bed.

[ Crowley's just going to snake all over him and he kind of feels a certain way about it. ]

Don't know how you manage to get out of bed, it's so comfortable.

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[ For better or for worse, Crowley is also feeling a certain way about all this. ]

Never had you in here with me. 's even better.

[ Oh, he really just admitted that aloud, huh? Good thing he's hiding his face in Aziraphale's neck, because it is turning red. ]

[comfortably]

Oh? Well, then, I won't want to try this without you.

[ And maybe he'll offer to come to bed more often, if it's so much better. ]

It is nice to be retired, isn't it?

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Mm.

[ He affirms that, wrapping himself even more tightly around the angel. Snake, indeed. He almost might as well be in snake form. ]

Don't think I'll want to do this without you again, either.

[ He's just spilling all sorts of intimate details today! He might be literally about to catch fire. ]

[comfortably]

Oh? Wonderful, my dear.

[ He strokes Crowley's hair and tangles a little bit against him as well, so that they can squish up as close as possible as they embrace. ]

You're not overheating? I am quite warm.

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'm a snake, remember? Feels - good.

[ He loves Aziraphale's warmth. He loves - Aziraphale. Has for a long, long time. This is - more than he would've ever dreamed of being allowed to do. He'd kiss him if he thought he could get away with it, but that'd probably be pushing his luck. Aziraphale probably thinks that humans just - sleep like this with their friends sometimes. ]

[comfortably]

Yes, well, let me know if it gets too warm.

[ He really doesn't know if people do this platonically with friends, but to be absolutely fair, he and Crowley have crossed that line several times, he thinks. ]

I really can't believe the humans spend a third of their lives asleep.

[goodtobebad]

I think they have to. Or it makes them cranky.

[ Crowley shrugs. ]

This is definitely making me less cranky.

[comfortably]

Oh, I see. Yes, I could see how this is relaxing.

[ He gives Crowley a little scalp massage, but when he pulls his hand away, notices that it makes his hair stand up in odd places, and softens his gaze. ]

You look like a baby duck.

[goodtobebad]

Hngh.

[ Crowley basically goes boneless at that scalp massage, murmuring incoherently for a bit. ]

Mhm? Why a duck???

[comfortably]

Your - hair's all downy, and I've made it stick all up.

[ He keeps smiling. ]

Sorry, sorry, I'll fix it up, dear.

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's fine.

[ Crowley sighs, nuzzling at Aziraphale's neck sleepily. ]

Feels good. You don't - have to stop, if you don't want to.

[comfortably]

Well, if it feels nice.

[ He gives Crowley a deeper scalp massage then, glad for the excuse to gaze at him lovingly. ]

Do you do this every day?

[goodtobebad]

Ngk.

[ Oh, the scalp massage is more than nice. It quickly renders him incoherent, only able to mumble nonsense or hum pleasantly for a bit.

It takes him a while to realize Aziraphale asked him a question. ]

Mm, do what?

[comfortably]

Sleep, dear. Well, I know you must not have for some time, if you spent a lot of the 1800s doing it.

[ But he wondered about that. ]

It is rather nice.