The darkly colored sandals hit lightly on the ground, creating a small dust cloud in Crowley's path. His long, red locks streamed behind him as his speed walk turned into a jog and eventually into a dash. Grey robes that clothed Crowley were pulled up to his shins so as he wouldn't trip as he ran. A large brown door finally came into view and the Demon's heart began to race. 

  Please let the rumor be true...

 Back in the market, Crowley had overheard a young woman telling a vendor of a white-haired male, who everyone claimed to be an Angel. She explained that he just had a glow to him and when the woman explained where she had last seen him, Crowley set off with a quick pace.

 The sunset upon the Demon, a long shadow stretching toward the door as he approached it slowly, extending out a bony hand to knock against the wood. He swallowed thickly, his mouth running dry with the disappointing silence that followed the echoing knocks. A loud sigh passed Crowley's pale lips and he snapped his fingers, the door magically becoming unlocked, allowing the Demon intruder to enter easily.

 Inside the building was dark. It looked as if it had just been used. Crowley cautiously wandered through the structure, investigating the scrolls scattered everywhere. At the sound of a light laugh outside the door, the Demon froze, slowly sinking into the shadows. However as the door was pushed open, the figure paused, noticing the door was unlocked.

 With a snap of the figure's fingers, the lanterns in the building were all aflame, giving Crowley no place to hide away, but he soon found that there was no need for hiding.

 A light-haired male slowly made his way toward a messy desk, dropping all the scrolls he had under his arm on the surface. 

 "No oysters...? What kind of place was that supposed to be without oysters...?"

 There was no doubt in Crowley's mind that this was the Angel, Aziraphale. 

 Aziraphale sighed, rubbing his temples as he pouted. That was the one thing he had been truly craving that night, oysters. Yet, the restaurant that his associate had chosen was less... appealing. 

 A low hiss made the Angel jump and spin around to see a snake slithering its way toward him. It's golden eyes focused on Aziraphale, slowly creeping up on the frozen Angel. Aziraphale's breath hitched in his throat as the smooth red and black scales brushed his ankle, his eyes screwing shut. 

 Oh, how would he explain to Upstairs how he lost this body?

 Suddenly the air shifted and the Angel felt a warm breath on his neck.

"Scared, angel?" Was the low whisper Aziraphale was met with.

 His eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up with surprise. There was not a doubt in his mind that it was his Demon associate, Crowley. Any other Demon would have killed him on the spot. Not to say Crowley had a weak spot for Aziraphale, he was a Demon. Demons didn't have weak spots.  Or at least that's what Crowley had repeatedly hissed toward Aziraphale after every time he saved the Angel from being discorporated. 

"Crowley?" The light-haired Angel spun around, a warm smile growing on his lips when he made eye contact with the familiar Demon.

Aziraphale quickly lunged at Crowley, wrapping him in an embrace before the Demon could get away, thankful he didn't freeze up and topple over. Crowley reluctantly snaked his arms around the other, patting his back and wiggling his way from the Angel's grip.

~~~

 The sun had finally set, but the darkness did not overcome the lantern-filled building where an Angel and a Demon sat side by side.

 Crowley slowly let his head lean on Aziraphale's shoulder, his eyes closing gently as the Angel read to him. To say that the piece Aziraphale was currently reading aloud was exciting and interesting would've been a lie, but Crowley simply enjoyed the sound of the Angel's voice. 

 "My side wouldn't really be pleased if they knew I was allowing the enemy to rest his head on my shoulder and snuggle into my side, y' know..." Aziraphale gently closed the book, glancing at the Demon whose arms were now wrapped around his arm.

 At the word 'snuggling' Crowley sat up, "I am- I am not snuggling into you...." He huffed, crossing his arms.

 "Oh dear, don't pretend you don't like cuddling up against me...." Aziraphale smiled sweetly, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to the Demon's cheek.

 This action caused Crowley's cheeks to heat up against his will, a small smile forming on his lips when Aziraphale got up to put the book away. He watched the Angel move about the room before creeping up behind him and burying his nose in the light-haired male's neck.

 A shiver ran down Aziraphale's back when he felt Crowley place his face in the crook of his neck, soon after wrapping his arms around the Angel's middle.

 "I think I'll just stay the night here... You're so comfortable, angel..." The Demon's tired mumbling brought a soft blush to Aziraphale's face and the Angel patted Crowley's hands gently.

 "I don't have an extra bed, de-"

 "I don't mind sleeping with you, angel..."

 Aziraphale's face flushed even further and Crowley groaned, "Sleep with me, angel..." 

 "Do stop with that, dear, it doesn't sound right..." Aziraphale mumbled and guided the Demon to his bed, "you know I don't sleep, Crowley..."

But Crowley didn't respond, "Crowley?" 

It seemed as though Crowley passed out as soon as he hit Aziraphale's bed and the Angel couldn't help but smile, "I suppose laying here with you won't hurt..."

 And with that, the Angel crawled into bed next to the Demon and gave a content sigh.

"The things that you can't have really are placed right in front of you..."