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Aziraphale stood by the window, looking down at the garden and the rolling hills beyond. Everything was covered in a blanket of gleaming snow, and the sky was clear. Perfect weather for the season.
He heard Crowley shuffle across the room, over the rug and the old floorboards. Then, a pair of freckled arms draped around his soft middle, holding him tight. The warmth of the bed lingered on both of them, but Aziraphale knew that Crowley wanted his warmth more than anything else, and he was happy to oblige. Especially since the demon insisted on wearing stylish but thin black silk pyjamas all year round.
Aziraphale lifted his hands to Crowley’s lower arms and brushed against the small hairs on them. Leaning into, and reciprocating, the embrace. Soothed by this, Crowley exhaled and rested his head against the nape of Aziraphale’s neck.
“ ‘S too early, angel,” he murmured. “Tempt you to five more minutes?”
He slipped his long fingers in between the buttons of Aziraphale’s powder blue pyjama shirt, caressing the sensitive skin underneath. The angel blushed deeply but didn’t flinch as he would have done in the past. Though his corporation had grown more accustomed to Crowley’s touch, its effect hadn’t diminished.
Quite the contrary.
Still wrapped in Crowley’s arms, Aziraphale turned and met his yellow eyes, half-lidded with sleep.
“Five minutes … of this?” he asked. Then he closed his eyes, leaned in, and found the demon’s lips, along with the familiar smells of leather and dark forests.
Their kisses were slow and sweet, the kind they’d shared many times on cold mornings like this. Small intakes of breath between lips gently pressing against each other. Aziraphale cupped Crowley’s face with both hands, interlacing them with locks of red hair, while Crowley’s hands traced up and down Aziraphale’s back, sending little sparks of delight all throughout the angel's system.
Finally, they broke it off and renewed their eye contact. Almost imperceptibly, Crowley raised one brow.
“Hmm, I think we’re going to need a lot more than five minutes,” he sighed, prompting a laugh from Aziraphale.
“We have all the time in the world, my dear,” the angel said, running his thumb over the snake tattoo on the side of Crowley’s face. Now it was the demon’s turn to blush, not a rare sight these days.
“Well, in that case ...” Crowley said, almost shyly. “Temptation accomplished.”
Aziraphale led Crowley back to bed. Under the covers, they quickly became entangled as they resumed their kisses, trailing them over each other's necks, cheeks, and foreheads before their lips eventually met again. These kisses started out light and soft but turned deep and breathless as their hands locked together, their hearts beating as one.
Soon, they both felt very much awake, though they'd forgotten all about waking up.