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He woke up slowly, opening his eyes in a gentle manner. It was still dark outside - well, maybe not dark, but it was by far not as bright as a sunny morning whose sun rays hurt your eyes.
He turned around slightly, using the slightest bit of light that lit up the room to look around. The sheets were messy but cosy, a promise of true safety.
The demon sat up, looking down. Aziraphale slept next to him quietly, not making any kind of noise. Not a snore, not a breath. Pure quietness. It was incredibly comfortable in some kind of way.
He smiled at the sight. The angel usually woke up before him, so getting to see such a scene at least for a day was enough for him.
He reached a hand down really carefully, running it across blonde curls. It wasn't meant as a way to wake Aziraphale up. It was meant as a way of telling him "you could sleep for a whole eternity, and my purpose would only be to watch you".
The angel made a small, pleasant sound. Crowley smiled. He reached his other hand down, running it across his back in a soothing way and being as gentle as possible with the hand that remained in Aziraphale's hair.
He opened his eyes the slightest bit in a sleepy manner, looking up at the demon. It amazed Crowley how he had never seen anything but pureness behind those soft blue eyes. So soft that they would look like other colours sometimes.
"What're you doing?.." He managed to get out in a low voice, his head leaning towards Crowley's hand as he kept running it through the angel's hair.
"Nothing." He muttered with a soft, innocent smile. "Just admiring.”