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Aziraphale is craving a specific dish Crowley makes one night and calls him to come over to make it “Make it yourself angel, you have the recipe”
Crowly’s phone rang and he groggily woke up from his slumber to answer it, “What?” He grumbled out as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
He heard the familiar sound of the angel clearing his throat before sheepishly answering, “Sorry to wake you my dear boy, I was just wondering if you could…come over and make that grilled panini you always make.”
There was a long silence over the phone as Crowley processed the words being spoken to him. He glanced at the clock on his side table, 2:37 am. “Make it yourself angel, you have the recipe,” he groaned, hoping the angel would see reason.
“Yes but…I like the way you make it,” Aziraphale pleaded. Crowley had to learn to say no to this bastard.
“…I’ll be over in 5 minutes…and have the ingredients ready!” Crowley huffed and then demanded.
He could hear the smile spread across Aziraphale’s face, “Will do! See you soon!”
“Spoiled angel,” he grumbled before hanging up and getting ready.
He got there even sooner than expected but the ingredients were still already in the kitchen with Aziraphale standing there expectantly, “Thank you so much dear, I really do appreciate it,” the angel praised sweetly which made this a little bit worth it for Crowley.
Crowley made the panini, Aziraphale happily on his toes, sneaking a peek every now and then before he was told to sit and was served the plate. He was ecstatic. His face lit up as he immediately dug in. Crowley watched from the other side of the counter, leaning on his elbow to watch the angel eat, he didn’t know why but he got so much joy in doing so. The look of pure joy and happiness on the angel's face. Aziraphale soon finished and looked satisfied, “Thank you so much dear, that was exactly what I needed,” he smiled as he leaned over the counter, planting a light kiss on Crowley’s cheek.
Crowley immediately went red hot in the face, hiding it in his hand, “You’re welcome,” he mumbled.
Aziraphale chuckled at the demon and began walking towards his room, “You coming?” He asked simply.
Crowley just stared for a moment, confused, “Where?”
The angel chuckled again, “My room silly, are you not still tired? Sharing my bed is the least I can do for humoring my cravings at such an odd hour,” he said so casually that Crowley just had to agree. So he followed his angel into the room. This definitely made it worth it to Crowley.