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“Aziraphaaaale,” Crowley called out from the couch in the bookshop. “Angeeeel!!!”
“What is it, my dear?” Aziraphale asked as he sauntered into the back room from the front of the shop.
“I want waffles,” Crowley muttered, pouting.
“What was that, dear?” Aziraphale said as he softly sat down next to Crowley.
“Want waffles,” Crowley repeated.
“Of course, dear. Eggo, homemade, from a restaurant?”
“Eggo,” Crowley said, still pouting. “Chocolate chip.”
“Yes, dear. I’ll put them in the toaster right away.” Aziraphale got up and ruffled Crowley’s copper hair as he sauntered over to the little kitchenette. He opened the freezer and got out the sack of Eggo chocolate chip waffles, grabbed two, replaced the sack in the freezer, and put the waffles down in the toaster.
“Angeeeeeel,” Crowley complained from the couch again.
“The waffles are cooking, dear. Be patient,” Aziraphale said as he made his way back over to Crowley.
“Mnnnnn,” was the sound Crowley made in response.
“Is something wrong, Crowley?” Aziraphale said as he replaced himself back on the couch.
“Nnnnooooooo,” Crowley drawled.
“You don’t crave Eggo waffles as much as you used to. Something must be wrong.”
“Nnnnnn,” was the sound Crowley made.
“You poor little demon. Come here,” Azirapahle said as he pulled Crowley into his lap. “What’s wrong, my dear?” he asked again.
Crowley just frowned in his little exaggerated way. Aziraphale planted a kiss on his forehead, and just then he heard the toaster pop.
“I’ll be back in a moment, my dear,” Aziraphale said, pushing Crowley off of his lap, much to his dismay.
Aziraphale made his way back to the kitchenette and grabbed the duo of waffles from the toaster, grabbing a paper towel from the counter in the process. He wrapped the waffles in the paper towel and yet again returned to his demon.
“Here you go, Crowley,” he said as he planted himself on the couch for the third time. “Fresh chocolate chip Eggo waffles, for my favorite grumpy demon.”
“Mnnnnn,” Crowley groaned as he grabbed the waffles. He started chomping down on the waffles at a worrying pace. Within seconds, the first waffle was completely gone.
He started on the second waffle, but suddenly he began choking and gagging. “Crowley?” Aziraphale said worriedly. “Are you choking?”
Crowley made a very concerning noise in response.
Aziraphale hopped off the couch and rushed behind it, getting ready to preform the Heimlich Maneuver on his lover.
He licked his arms around Crowley’s stomach from behind and began thrusting, for lack of a better word. After a few thrusts, Crowley gasped and a chunk of waffle spat out of his mouth.
“Mnnnnnnn,” he groaned in protest. “Annnngeeeeeellllll.”
“My dear Crowley, how I worry for you. Will you tell me what is wrong? What’s the rush, my dear?” Aziraphale worried as he made his way back to the front of the couch, sitting down delicately.
“Dunno,” Crowley grumbled.
“Oh my dear boy,” Aziraphale said sympathetically. “Come here,” he said as he pulled Crowley onto his lap again, giving him comforting kisses on his forehead, cheeks, and eventually his lips. “It’s alright now.”
“Mnnnn,” Crowley groaned again, more satisfyingly than painfully this time around.