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Yep. You're never opening the bookshop again.

[ He grins, affectionately pinching Aziraphale's side. ]

[ He laughs quietly, soft and bright, only interrupted when he jumps at being pinched. ]

You stop that. [ An order that would probably be more effective if he wasn't still smiling.

He holds the demon's wrist, to keep it out of trouble.]

I might have to rethink this whole bed business if that's how you're behaving.

Oh, no.

[ He flops back to the pillows. ]

Anything but that, angel. You wouldn't be so cruel, to give this to me only to take it away...

[ He's leaning on his elbow, a fun little smirk to him as he watches over the demon. ]

Perhaps I have yet to decide whether or not you deserve to keep it.

[ He daintily 'drops' the demon's drops on his chest. ]

Someone has to keep you in line, now.

You do. After all, I'm lying here in bed with you instead of tempting.

[ He opens his mouth to retort, but then closest it, an amused and knowing smile still on his face.

Instead, he chooses to lie down on his back, right next to him, taking a moment to glance down and buttoning the loose buttons on his pajama shirt.]

I'd say that's not quite true. [ Muttered like he's talking to himself and not acknowledging any of the last half hour or so. ]

[ Crowley raises an eyebrow, turning his head to watch. ]

What're you doing?

[ Is he covering up all that wonderful skin? Why? ]

[ The angel stops, blinking at him. ]

What?

[ Crowley reaches out, covers Aziraphale’s hand with his. ]

You don’t need to.

[ He looks down at their hands, having stopped midway up the row of buttons, then back to Crowley. ]

Why not?

[ Crowley hesitates a moment. ]

Because I... like the way you look?

[ The angel pauses, just staring in momentary silence. ]

...oh.

[ He's not flustered. That's ridiculous. Not after what they just-- no, he's fine.

Pull yourself together, Aziraphale.]

Do I need to recite the poem again? Because I will, that's fine, but...

[ He's not sure how else to say it. ]

I just mean - no need to cover up on my account. You're gorgeous. I like you this way.

[ Aziraphale looks at him, quietly, even now still taken aback by such sincere expressions of affection. It's not the first, hopefully won't be the last, but it's still... A lot.

He catches himself lingering maybe a little too long. Has to break the eye contact, lest he be stuck for too long. Or... Or who knows, maybe the effect would be better than he thinks.

He clears his throat, and there's the slightest hint of a bashful smile as he looks down.]

I...suppose it's not too necessary. [ There's a 'thank you' in there somewhere, in the acknowledgement he doesn't voice, and how quiet he becomes, like all the times where it's all too much to start anywhere.

He could kiss him again. He should kiss him again. Oh, there's a lot he could do. ]

[ Crowley takes the initiative, tugging fabric aside so he can kiss the angel's shoulder tenderly. Maybe words don't work for him so well, but hopefully actions do?

He slides his hand up the pajama shirt, no intent other than to touch his bare skin, rest his hand over the angel's heart. Be as close as possible. ]

[ He says a lot with his actions. Always has. For almost as long as Aziraphale remembers noticing.

He watches Crowley's hand, watches watches him kiss the angel's shoulder, and relaxes, calmly settling down. Looks at the hand on his chest, and gently rests his own over it.

He thinks for a moment. Closes his eyes for a second. Then raises his free hand, and, with the flick of a wrist, just miracles the shirt away.

It can now be found neatly folded on the chair his gown is resting on.

I mean, it was a bit pointless to just keep it on like that. Clearly. He still looks vaguely embarrassed.]

[ Crowley just... smiles. Already half-dozing. ]

Take a nap with me, angel.

[ He smiles calmly again when he looks at the demon, embarrassment quietly washing away. The power of just having him there, close, and looking so comfortable is quite something to behold.

He holds Crowley's hand resting against his chest. Wraps his other arm around the demon, hand comfortably set on the small of his back. Cozy and comfortable and warm.

He lets out a calm, relaxing sigh, letting himself sink against the pillows. ]

Might need to revise the opening hours.

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