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It was a strange sight. The blond, almost white locks of hair built a stark contrast with the sleek black pillow case. The soft, lush lines of Aziraphale’s body didn’t seem to fit into the angular minimalism that was Crowley’s bedroom.
And yet, the angelic face, turned towards him, seemed completely at ease, mouth slightly tilted into an amused smile. A soft hand reached towards his, touching, experiencing, lacing their fingers together.
“Good morning, dear.”
“Morning yourself.” Mumbled words, an almost-shy smile, the sound of rustling sheets as two bodies shuffled closer together. Two noses touching.
“Can I kiss you?” It was an odd feeling, looking into those wide, blue eyes from this perspective, facing them so intimately.
Instead of an answer, he closed his eyes and tilted his head in invitation. Another small shuffle, and lips met. Soft sighs emerged, hands started to roam. When long, lean fingers reached the soft slope of a well-rounded behind, they suddenly froze. The kiss broke, and they stared at each other.
“Too weird?”
“Definitely.”
They sighed and rolled on their backs.
“Why is it so weird?”
“I wouldn’t know. I do touch myself occasionally, and it’s never been unpleasant.”
“Ooo.” Eyebrows waggled, strangely.
Aziraphale ignored him. “I just don’t think it’s fair,” he huffed. “Six millennia of dancing around each other. We finally make it to bed together, and now this.”
“Well, I think we had a most enjoyable evening on the sofa before that. And, if I remember correctly, you were the one going all ‘Oh no, oh dear, whoever knows what could happen at night, better be prepared, buck up, pip-pip!’”
“I don’t sound like that at all.”
“You do. You actually, really do.”
Aziraphale glared at him.
“Very good. Keep it up.”
The glare dissolved into a huff.
“Aaand you’re busted.”
“It’s not funny.”
“No, it’s not. But.” Familiar fingers felt for his hand again, squeezing lightly. “We have each other. We always had, we always will. We’ll get through this as we got through everything else. And then –“
“Then?” A tender, hopeful feeling arose in Aziraphale, and he turned his head again to look into those blue, blue eyes.
“Then you’ll get your beautiful face back, only so I can snog you until you are so very grateful indeed that you actually don’t have to breathe.”
“I think I would be amenable to that.”
They grinned at each other, fingers intertwined. They knew it wouldn’t be easy to fool heaven and hell, but they were both very stubborn when it came to things they didn’t want to give up. And this, they were absolutely certain, was something they would give up never again.