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"You can stay at my place, if you like?"
I wait nervously for Aziraphale to answer. It seems like he's taking ages to answer. But, when you've been together for six -thousand years, I guess a little bit of time can't hurt.
"Y-you know what Crowley? I think I'd like that." He smiled and heat crept into my cheeks.
"I'll take the couch and you can have my bed. It's quite big and comfy. Perfect for you."
"Nonsense! I'll take the couch. I am your guest after all."
"No, no I insist."
The bus arrives and I saunter on, Aziraphale lightly stepping behind me.
"Here's an idea, how about we share the bed?"
I take off my glasses and stare at him.
"Or I can take the couch and you can take the bed." He says quickly.
I stop and think about it for a moment.
"You know what? Fuck it, we survived the end of the world. I deserve to sleep in my own bed just as much as you do."
Aziraphale claps his hands excitedly.
"Oh! I'm so excited to see your place."
Before I know it we arrive. I open the door and flip on the dim lights.
"Home sweet home. Oh, don't mind the puddle on the floor that's just Ligur."
"Crowley! You killed him?"
I stop in my tracks and look back at Aziraphale, snatching off my glasses.
"Well, it's more like you killed him. I did use that holy water you gave me."
Aziraphale gasped.
"You didn't!"
I grinned, deviously.
"I did."
I walked closer to him, watching him nervously fidget.
"I did. Which means-"
I reached out and poked his chest.
"So. Did. You."
"I-I-I-" Aziraphale stammered.
I closed his mouth.
"Shhhh."
Aziraphale moves my hands and holds onto them.
"It was a sign of my loyal friendship! That doesn't make me a murderer!"
I look down at our hands.
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yes! Now, I need a tour, show me everything besides Ligur on the floor."
"As you wish." I bow and turn away, pushing my glasses back onto my face. "Follow me!"
We stop in the living room, a gigantic flat screen was mounted on the wall, complete with surround sound. A big comfy couch sat in the middle of the room with a coffee table in front of it.
"This is my living room, I use it to drink and sometimes watch The Office. I also have a mini-fridge in here. Because sometimes I'm too lazy to go to the kitchen which is right over there."
I point to my right. There was an island in the middle, a stove, an actual fridge, a sink, and a dishwasher.
"Oh, I don't have a table I usually eat in here or my office, or my bedroom."
"It seems a bit . . . bare."
"Its called being a minimalist Angel. Besides I live alone the only other living creatures here are my plants."
"Plants?" Aziraphale stared up at me with the biggest doe eyes I've seen in a long time.
I sigh and motion him to follow me and we step out into a hallway which leads to my office and bedroom.
"Here they are."
The plants began shaking and I stare at them, cold and long until they stop.
"I take very good care of them. That's why they're always spotless." I say with as much menace as I can muster. They begin to quiver again and I stare at them.
"Oh my! They're so lovely!" Aziraphale pats them. "You are very good plants! I'm sure Crowley takes very good care of you. Watering you and feeding you plant food. Making sure you get enough sun to grow big!" Aziraphale continues- to make kissy noises and I pinch the bridge of my nose.
"No, no. You have to be cutthroat with them. Otherwise, they get spotty and soft-"
"Oh come on. Love will help them grow. Haven't you heard of tender loving care?"
I roll my eyes and then stare at the plants, which for the first time in a long time don't quiver, I look back to Aziraphale who was staring dreamily at them.
I sigh.
"Oh, fine. But for one night."
Aziraphale claps his hands.
"Oh, joy! You won't regret this."
I mumble something under my breath and continue walking.
"Here's my office . . . and finally my bedroom."
I open the door, to the familiar queen-sized bed, the dark curtains, the whine, and radio that softly plays when I'm falling asleep.
"Well? What do you think?"
I turn expectantly to Aziraphale, who's already taking off his shoes and has hopped into bed.
"I think . . . that after Armageddon, almost starting, I am ready to sleep."
I laugh.
"Like you actually need it."
I reluctantly take off my shoes and begin to undress.
"Crowley! At least wait for me to cover my eyes."
"Oh come on, it's not like you haven't seen full-fledged naked people. I'm only stripping to my underwear. I'm going to hot if we're sharing a bed."
"I . . . suppose you're right. Continue."
I turn around, still in my pants.
"Alright, I'm done."
Aziraphale looks up and I rip down my pants and laugh.
"Crowley!" His cheeks flush bright red.
I climb in bed.
"Oh come on, I'm just having a bit of fun. It was almost the end of the world."
"Almost."
I chuckle.
"Yeah, we should drink to that."
I look over at Aziraphale, the way his hair sticks up, and after six-thousand years he always thinks before he speaks.
"But I just got comfortable."
"You're right. Goodnight Aziraphale."
"Goodnight Crowley."
I stare up at the ceiling and wonder what it would have been like if war really did break out.
What we would have done, if we would have done anything.
I slowly slip my hand in his and squeeze it, he squeezes back.
"Aziraphale?"
"Yes?"
"I . . . do you want to ask Adam if we can be his godfathers?"
"Adam? Well, I quite like him. Although he might be content with who he considers his family to be now."
I purse my lips.
"Yeah, but I kind of thought it was badass that he told Satan to fuck off you know?"
Aziraphale laughs, it makes me smile.
"It was pretty badass. That was all you though." He turns towards me. "You're always quick to think and so passionate. I mean nobody else would have driven their car through actual fire but you!"
"No, no. If you hadn't said you'll never talk to me again I would have just wallowed on the ground and accepted defeat."
Aziraphale laughs again.
"I highly doubt that. But whatever helps you sleep at night. Besides all that, tomorrow we can ask him. The worst he can do is say no."
"If that's the worst that can happen, I consider it to be a good day."
Aziraphale rolls over and I let go of his hand.
"For now, we should rest."
"Alright, alright. Goodnight Angel."
"Goodnight Crowley."