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It’s late Saturday morning. The Saturday morning where the sun slips through the blinds, dimly illuminating the bedroom. Aziraphale and Crowley tangled in bed, relishing the sleep in where neither had to get up to work. Post Armageddon’t, their respective, former sides generally let them be.
Aziraphale had been awake for over an hour now, and was simply smitten by the view he was presented with. His beautiful Crowley, adorned in the young morning shine. His bright, fire-like hair rivalled the sun itself when it came to incandescence.
Aziraphale lightly tucked a stray strand of hair behind Crowley’s ear, gently brushing over his tattoo in the process. Aziraphale adored every detail that made his dear demon himself. Of course there was his hair, but there was also his eyes. Intense yet irresistible. They weren’t deep like an ocean, or vast like a forest, they were determined. Like Crowley. And even with all the books and tea in the world, Aziraphale would still spend eternity gazing lovingly into those eyes if he could.
After he had neatly tucked Crowley’s hair back, Aziraphale began threading his fingers through it. As if to reassure himself that this was real. That he hadn’t been tempted by the fires of hell and rather a different fire. One that came from a rather stunning demon’s heart. And hair.
As he continued, Crowley slowly drifted to consciousness, smiling softly as he noticed what his angel was doing. He cuddled in closer, burying his head in the Aziraphale’s chest, hearing his (unnecessary yet lovely) heartbeat. He counted them. All the moments he and his angel got to spend together, and he relished the idea of an eternity more with him.
“Mmm, you’re up early, angel.” Crowley mumbled, barely audible as he spoke into Aziraphale’s soft flannel pyjama shirt.
Aziraphale replied with a soft laugh. “My dear, it’s 11:30am.”
“What day?”
“Saturday.”
“Like I said: Early. Wake me up Tuesday.” Crowley proclaimed, feeling a little less drowsy.
“Alright, whatever you say. I’m going to go make some tea, would you like some? Or coffee from across the road?” Aziraphale moved to get out of bed, but found himself held still by a sleepy demon, clinging to his torso. “Darling, that does require me to get out of the bed.”
“When we get out of bed, things happen. Can we just ignore the world for one day?” Crowley proceeded to give his best ‘puppy-dog eyes’.
Aziraphale went to reply, but quickly gave into the temptation. After all, he could gaze at his demon for eternity. “Okay, a little longer couldn’t hurt.” He said as he shuffled back to continue snuggling Crowley. He wrapped one hand around his waist and the other on the back of his neck. He began rubbing circles with his thumb, feeling the short, soft, fur-like hair on Crowley’s neck. Crowley got goosebumps and blushed from the endearing touch. “You have such lovely hair my dear.” Aziraphale stated, causing him to blush even further. A dark, orangy colour that almost matched his hair.
“Ngk.” He muttered, hiding his face in Aziraphale’s neck. Crowley could never contain himself when his angel complimented him. He transformed into a blushing mess. He found it disconcerting, but absolutely adored that Aziraphale was the only one to have this effect on him.
Aziraphale enjoyed it equally. He loved loving his demon. The world was always so cruel to him and it made him giddy to be the one that got to show Crowley a little good. To show him that he was good.
He moved his hand along Crowley’s neck, to his jaw, and finally, his chin. He gently pulled his face out of his neck to look his wonderful demon in the eye. “And you have a stunning blush. It makes me so proud to be the one who put it there.”
Crowley was at a loss for words. His eyes glanced around his angel’s face, still unsure if he was telling the truth. But of course he was, he was an angel. His angel. His eyes ended their dance and landed on the eyes of his beloved.
They remained like that for a while. Staring lovingly into each others’ eyes, no longer searching for truth, but taking comfort in the assurance of it. Both’s blushes darkening as the sun brightened outside. God knows how long they stayed there.
Perhaps it was eternity.