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A shorty but a goody
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Snakes were known for being cold blooded. This was a law of nature that was followed by nearly all reptiles to this day.
They fed off of other things' warmth.
Rocks.
Lamps.
Other people.

Crowley didn't quality under this idea, not even in the slightest.
Being a demon and all, boiling blood ran through his veins. It kept him warm nearly all the time- and only slightly cooled when he shifted back into a reptile.

He didn't think much of it other than a nuisance on hot days and a blessing on cold.

That being said, he refused to never not be wearing a jacket.
Demons didn't sweat.
They could go through the process of losing their breath and being out of shape, but all of that was essentially by choice as it could easily be miracled away.
Others liked it that way because it gave them a tubby look that was quite adorable.
At least, that's what Crowley thought whenever he saw Aziraphale.
More than once, the angel had expressed distaste to his round figure, despite he himself liking it, others didn't seem to take to it as much.
Those others found that their days became particularly hellish once Crowley discovered their first and last name.
The demon didn't have to constantly reassure the other but was sure to make sure Aziraphale was well taken care of when he expressed such doubts about himself.

The most recent had been during a bought of their drinking, both having gone through a few bottles of champaign.

Crowley hiccuped and tilted his head back, "I'm glad I dun have kidneys...they'd be...gone.."

"Mm.." Aziraphale hummed, "'N I'm glad I don't have arteries...or I'd be gone.."

"Bold of you to assume," Crowley hiccuped again, having quite the trouble getting rid of them, "My arteries aren't already gone."

"You don't have any, dear." Aziraphale giggled, "Look at me..." He poked his tummy with a slight frown.

"What about you?" Crowley sniffed.

Aziraphale's shoulders hunched, "I'm soft."

"Obviously." Crowley smirked.

"It's not a good thing." Aziraphale looked further dejected.

"The hell not? Why?" Crowley remarked without order of his words.

"Humans don't like body fat." Aziraphale sniffed sadly this time.

"Demons do." Crowley shrugged and sauntered over to Aziraphale, giving him a hug around his middle from where he sighed, "I've go to say, I quite fancy you from head to...to toe, Angel," He was already sounding sleepy, "Quite the cute bugger,"

Aziraphale gave a small smile, "You..don't have to spare my feelings."

"No, no, I'm not." Crowley shook his head as he slurred, "You are the most precious thing on the face of this earth, Angel, you'd be an idiot not to see that- and you're too clever to be an idiot."

Aziraphale moved his hand to rest on top of Crowley's head, "You're quite kind for a snake."

"Was'that supposed to imply?" Crowley's eyes flickered open from where his cheek was pressed happily to Aziraphale's middle, slowly falling asleep but now jerked slightly awake.

"Well, Serpents are known for their misdeeds."

"That's a hurtful, untrue accusation, Angel, and I need you to take it back." Crowley muttered and began to close his eyes again as Aziraphale smiled at him once more.

"Alright, well, I think you've shown me that stereotypes don't necessarily apply here- come now, sober up and get to your feet."

Crowley did just that but felt no less tired, only a bit more flustered as he was practically- no, literally- attached to the other.

"Go on, we have to get up-"

"Do we?" Crowley whined.

"Yes, we..." Aziraphale pondered this, "Well- we can at least move."

Crowley groaned and staggered to his feet.

"I can carry you, dear." Aziraphale held his arms out for the serpent.

Crowley would have declined had he not stood up too fast, causing him to lose his balance and fall into the angel's arms with red features.

Aziraphale hoisted him up bridal style and began to carry him to the couch.

He wouldn't look it, but Aziraphale could be strong when he wished to- he was, after all, a celestial being that could will things into existence, such as strength to carry his beloved to the couch.

Aziraphale laid Crowley at one and and went to sit on the other, legs tangling with Crowley on the middle of the couch.

Crowley hissed, "It's not warm enough over here." He complained.

"Then get a blank- of course." Aziraphale sighed as Crowley began to crawl towards him.

Crowley grinned before gently flopping on top of the Angel sleepily, wrapping his arms around the other's neck and resting his head on his chest.

"Mm...you're comfortable..." Crowley murmured into Aziraphale's shirt.

Aziraphale softened and smiled, patting the demon on the head.

Only recently had Crowley started showing physical affection such as this- and it hadn't been more than an arm link or quick embrace.

One thing Aziraphale immediately thought was how absolutely warm the demon was, in such a pleasant way that made even himself sleepy.
Aziraphale wasn't one for sleeping but it seemed quite appropriate at the time. The constant of the body on top of him and the warmth and embrace Crowley was giving made Aziraphale feel genuinely safe.
And really, that had been one of the top reasons as to why he never really enjoyed sleeping...he never felt safe doing it- he always felt as if he was letting his guard down.

However, right now...this feeling of absolute bliss...led his eyes to slowly close and cause him to drift into a sound slumber.

Crowley woke up, nestled against Aziraphale, having curled up against him, to the point of being the equivalent to a cat on a laptop, in the middle of the night.
He couldn't hide the smile that crept ever so carefully onto his face. He soon had to bite his bottom lip to keep himself from full-out grinning like a mad-man.

Constantly, for as long as he'd known he loved Aziraphale, he'd been afraid on how to approach this...
By the end of the not-pocolypse, it had been clear that their place was with each other.
Since then, they'd grown closer than thought possible, considering how closer they'd previously been.
There were more tender words spoken to each other and closer antics.
Such as right now.
It dawned upon Crowley that...Aziraphale's eyes were closed and- his breathing was slow...peacefully...
He was asleep?
That was new.

Crowley admired the sleep angel for a few moments longer before carefully slipping off of him, creeping away towards where the coffee was located- though he could really go for a Mexican coffee right now- when he felt a hand gently brush his.
Then a pinky locked with his and a whine came from behind him.

"Stay.." Aziraphale whispered.

Crowley melted, "I'm just gon' make myself some coffee-"

"It's...cold...without...you here," Aziraphale patted his chest.

Crowley sighed and smiled warmly at his angel, turning to caress his sleepy face.

Aziraphale reached up to press Crowley's hand to his face, taking in all the warm.
Aziraphale suddenly smiled widely.

"Hm?" Crowley questioned this.

"Dear, you smell like...like me.." Aziraphale murmured as he turned his face to touch Crowley's hand.

"Ah, don't be getting to clingy." Crowley sighed.

"Too late. Come back, dear." Aziraphale whined again.

Crowley groaned but didn't really mean it, he enjoyed this just as much as the angel did- but if he let on to that, then where would they be? He'd be a sap- ...he wasn't a sap-

He was.

Crowley went back to laying down on top of Aziraphale.

Aziraphale reached down to pat Crowley's head, "Is that alright, my serpentine?"

Crowley blushed at the nickname and let out a small matter of a "Yes."

Aziraphale pleasantly began to play with Crowley's hair.

Crowley relaxed, enjoying how the other ran his fingers through hair, letting out a particularly pleasant hiss as the angel scratched the back of it.

"I do sometimes forget you're a demon." Aziraphale sighed, putting an arm around Crowley's waist.

"Mm?" Crowley lazily responded.

"You're just too perfect to be anything like the other demons I've met." Aziraphale sighed.

"And you're more of a devil than a saint when it comes to the other arses of Angels." Crowley mumbled, "They didn't deserve you anyhow." He yawned.

"Oh, thank you." Aziraphale sighed contently, moving back to slowly scratching the back of Crowley's head for him, causing the Demon to smile widely and sigh happily, "You remind me of a kicked puppy more so than a snake, sometimes."

"I'm not a pup." Crowley snorted.

"Of course not." Aziraphale cooed as he cooed to scratch the side of Crowley's face.

Crowley tried not to melt into the touch but was quickly defeated as another smile spread across his face and he squinted his closed eyes happily, fangs just barely showing on his lower lip.

"What beautiful teeth, my dear." Aziraphale admired.

"The better to bite y- you know what, never mind...too tired for that kind of..." Crowley yawned again, readjusting so he could wriggle up and rest his head in the crook of the angel's neck, "...thing..."

Aziraphale grinned and tilted his head to kiss Crowley just behind his ear before resuming his previous position and staring up at the ceiling, "There never were many physical interactions in heaven...I didn't even know things could get so close to each other until Adam and Eve..."

"You put your wing around me." Crowley pointed out.

"Because I saw how happy they were and...I wanted something such as that... thank you for giving that to me, Crowley."

"It is my job to tempt people." Crowley murmured with a smirk as he brought his arms up to rest around the angel's neck lazily.

"Oh and how you have." Aziraphale tilted his head to rest more so on Crowley's.

"You've done quite a fair job of it as well." Crowley admitted.

"Oh? How so?"

"You've managed to get a demon to lay down on top of you and allow you to play with his hair- I'd say that's quite impressive." Crowley shrugged with what shoulder and arm span he had that wasn't around Aziraphale.

"Well, I wasn't exactly trying to tempt you, dear-"

"You were just needy." Crowley smirked.

"Crowley!"

"Am I wrong?"

"No..." Aziraphale sighed, "No, I suppose not. Can you blame, me though?"

"No, I can't...hell didn't have personal boundaries but...it didn't have tender touch either, Angel, not like this." Crowley hummed.

"I do think we're quite the unique pair."

"Pair?" Crowley sputtered suddenly at the word, leaning up to look at the angel.

"I- um- I- I do- I like pears—"

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I think I'll bounce around with how long these things are, but never shorter than 1k words each at the least- 10k at the most so it seems...this'll allow me to publish chapters more frequently and publish more new content as well! So I don't have to limit it to the ones I think will last longer!
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