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“If you would excuse me,” Aziraphale said, looking through his rounded little glasses “I would really appreciate if you would let me go back to my reading”
“You’re the one over me, Angel.” His boyfriend answered, kissing his forehead as they stroke his back softly, looking at the TV.
It was one of their Sunday cuddling sessions, almost a tradition after more than 50 years of doing it. Crowley would play Lazing On a Sunday Afternoon a few times until they got the dishes done, while Aziraphale chooses which type of sofa would be the most adequate taking into account weather, time, and, most importantly, mood, and made some hot cocoa for both of them.
The first one to lay on the sofa was always Crowley, after a few minutes Aziraphale came and played over them, laying the hand in which he was holding the book over their chest, usually pocket editions, they were perfect for cuddling.
Crowley would turn on the TV and look up for something to see in a very low volume, or maybe they would bring a book of their own from time to time. Of course they weren’t first editions or old narratives, Crowley was much keener to Stephen King or his good-old-friend Edgar Allan Poe. Sometimes even a Neil Gaiman novel… He loved American Gods.
But that day Crowley felt more like watching Lucifer and pointing out every single mistake they made about hell.
“They’re humans, Dear…” Aziraphale would always say “thankfully they have no idea what heaven or hell actually is like…”
“Yes, but…” Crowley would always answer “do your fucking research!”
And the Angel would always laugh, and the Demon would always watch him. That’s what their life was like since the beginning of times, and none of them would present a single complaint about anything.
But sure they do get some… Comments.
“I’m sorry but I can’t understand HOW?” Newt said as he and Crowley were drinking a bottle of beer while Anathema showed Aziraphale all her Wiccan books.
“Of course you don’t understand, you’re human… And an idiot.”
“I’m not an idiot, and it’s not my fault I’m human!” He complained, both of them took a sip of their bottles.
“Yes, you are,” Crowley said, a little annoyed. “You’ve spent twenty-three years of your life as a virgin and now, just because you’ve had sex once or twice you think it’s something that no one could live without.”
“And you are just mean,” Pulsifer said, hiding his red cheeks behind his bottle.
But, as much as Crowley hated it, Newton’s words got him thinking…
Was sex that good? Of course, he did it a few times, he was a demon! It was his job to make humans fall into temptations and sex was the easiest way out, mostly with men when Crowley took their “feminine” form. Anyways, that was different, it was almost like a job they had to do, it wasn’t out of will.
Crowley looked at Aziraphale and started to bite his nails, it was a terrible habit he acquired after the Armageddon’t, whenever their mind was going away from their physical body.
“Oh, Dear,” Aziraphale said, “stop it. You’re doing that again and you are just going to hurt yourself.”
“Fuck off, Angel,” they replied, trying to look a little annoyed, but when Aziraphale took their hand… Well, a smile came out by itself, without any chance to stop it.
“See?” he said, intertwining their fingers together, “that’s better.”
Crowley kissed Aziraphale softly, barely touching his lips. Delicate, that was the word.
It always awesome how Zira could go from an I-know-I’m-right jerk to the softest individual in a second… Crowley didn’t even have time to blink.
Of course, they kissed again… and again… and again. The kisses were longer and a little more intense, interesting enough to make the Angel leave his book aside, concentrating fully on the moment he was sharing with his life-long partner. Even he went a little… Freaker than usual, taking the freedom to pose Crowley’s hand on his butt.
“That’s even better,” He said, smiling with confidence, “don’t you think?”
Crowley’s face went red. He wanted to answer but he could only hiss instead.
“Y-Yessss, i-it isssss” He stuttered. Stuttering? The great Anthony J. Crowley was stuttering???
And they say Angels can’t do the tempting job.
The Demon quickly put their hand on their lover’s bottom pocket, they saw it on an 80’s movie, they remembered Aziraphale saying it was ‘cute’.
When the embarrassment went away ⎯just a little⎯, they went back to the make-out session for at least another hour.
“Well,” Crowley thought to himself that night, Aziraphale sleeping next to them, “that Newton guy is really stupid…” They looked at him and smiled while kissing his forehead, “There’s no way sex can be better than this.”