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[goodtobebad]

[ 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?

[goodtobebad]

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.

[goodtobebad]

'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.