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1.
Aziraphale was in a desperate need to buy the book he had heard from his latest customer. He couldn't believe that the book hadn't already been in his bookshop. That must have been changed. As soon as he planned his journey he came to Crowley who was more than happy to take his angel wherever he'd like to go.
"So the bus is leaving in 10 minutes, dear, we should get going," the blonde said putting on his coat.
Crowley raised his eyebrow at him. "A bus? Why are we not taking the Bentley? It'll be faster," he pointed out and that was how he made Aziraphale start talking about how amazing it would be to commune with humans.
The angel was a big fan of observing how humans communicated with one another. He tried to mimic them sometimes to make himself behaving more mortal which Crowley couldn't really understand. After all, they were something better than humans.
Either or, the demon, being a wonderful partner, agreed to the bus idea and soon they were on their way to a very old antique shop on the other side of London.
The whole going there part was quite enjoyable. Since they didn't have to rush anything, they walked around the park, some lovely aisles and just enjoyed their time together as long as they could. Even when they reached their destiny, they took their time and wandered around the shop, admiring the old pieces of furniture, some vintage clothing and others interesting artefacts. Some people had said that the shop had made them feel like they'd travelled back in time and both Aziraphale and Crowley did feel that.
"How can I help you?" an elderly woman asked them.
"I'm looking for this book," Aziraphale answered and showed the woman the title of the book which he had written in his notebook. Fortunately, the lady had the book on her so the whole purchasing process wasn't as long as Crowley had suspected it would be.
In no time they were ready to go back home and surprisingly the demon felt tiredness taking over his body. Approximately, a few weeks ago he would say that it was abnormal for a demon to feel tired. But after the Non-Armaggedon he'd noticed that he was getting more and more like humans which, at first, annoyed him but sleeping wasn't the worst thing that could happen.
They got in the bus and sat down, Crowley in a row in parallel to the windows and Aziraphale perpendicularly to him. They weren't really talking since the angel was absorbed with watching the city life from behind a window and the demon was slowly drifting off to the point where his head fell to the side and he knew that his neck would be killing him the next day but the tiredness won.
However, in a few seconds he felt his head being lifted gently and laid on something soft and fluffy which smelt like... Aziraphale's new cologne. Crowley relaxed even more knowing that his love was now sitting next to him taking care of his poor neck.
Soon, the demon's body slumped over in the seat and cuddled more to the angel's side. He was very against going anywhere by anything but his Bentley but that one was rather enjoyable. The sleeping part was the best.
2.
Recently, Aziraphale had decided to explore the nature more. Crowley suggested the angel could take care of the plants but he wanted more. That's why, on a casual Saturday noon Aziraphale took both of them to the woods. The exact same woods where they hit that poor lady with the Bentley. What a lovely memory.
"Did you really have to choose the most windy day to do your exploring, angel?" Crowley asked as he was rubbing his shoulders that were constantly being lashed with strong wind waves. He was a snake for Hell's sake! Such weathers were not suitable for snakes.
"I've already offered you to take my coat, dear, and you refused," Aziraphale pointed out, following a narrow path that was supposed to take them inside the forest. The two of them had been sitting for a while on a bench which probably made the demon even more cold so the angel hoped that walking will warm him up a little but it turned out that it wasn't working.
"Because it's tartan..."
"You didn't mind my tartan blanket when you wrapped up with it the other day," the angel teased his companion and he was surprisingly good at it.
However, the demon didn't give any answer beside some unintelligible noise.
"Stop being a grump and take it."
Fortunately, he eventually took the coat and put it on. And it was a perfect size. Crowley loved the angels' clothes because they were too big for him but that's why he felt so cosy in them even though he would never admit it out loud.
They had been walking down the past for a while now. Fortunately, in the woods it was surprisingly much warmer so they decided to sit on the edge of the path that looked like a small cliff that was leading to a little pond. Of course, before sitting down Crowley had to go down there and jumped around on the thick branches, nearly falling in the water. Right after that he climbed back to his angel who took out a book and enjoyed his reading. The demon casually laid his head on Aziraphale's lap and was just staring at the angel's plump face. Many amblers were walking past them, giving them little smiles. A few dogs came up to Crowley and licked his face with joy that somebody had finally been in their reach.
It was absolutely perfect for the demon to spend his time like that. He was quite sure that he had a short nap on the angel's lap and he didn't seem to bother. It was a perfect noon.
3.
Aziraphale had always been a bookworm, however, after a meeting with Madame Tracy he started watching a show called Emmerdale. What's more, he tried to encourage Crowley to join him and he failed many times since the show didn't attract the demon enough. Either or, he did see parts of it, especially, when he was going downstairs for his daily nap and the sofa was occupied by the angel.
"Are you watching it again?" the ginger asked, sitting on the other side of the sofa, staring blindly at the screen. He had no idea what was going on in that show. The plot was far too complicated for him even when Aziraphale had explained it to him a few times. Too many threads, characters, relationships and Crowley had no business in getting more into it.
"It is really interesting, you should give it a try," the angel replied, not getting his eyes off the TV.
There was really nothing more exciting to do at that moment and since Crowley wanted to take the nap, he just leaned against the angel's shoulder and tried to keep up with what was going in the show. As always, after a few minutes he realized that his body had slid down and half of him was laying on the angel's lap. Crowley threw his legs over the arm of the sofa and faced away from the TV which was now too bright for him. He'd recently realized that after wearing his sunglasses all the time, his snake eyes got more sensitive when it came to bright colours or light.
Voices of the characters started to mix up and became more and more or a mumble than actual talk. Soft fingers were brushing Crowley's ginger hair as he was getting more tired and sleepy. That was a great thing about being with Aziraphale. He knew exactly what and when he needed. And since Crowley wasn't a very opened type when it came to emotions it was a perfect match for him.
4.
There were times when Crowley was questioning everything around him too much. He would simply just sit alone, sometimes crying to himself and trying to take as little space as possible in order not to bother anybody else with his emotions. Fortunately, there was one person who always knew what to do.
Aziraphale hanged his coat on a hanger when both of them came back to the bookshop after a refreshing walk around the part. However, something about Crowley seemed off the second they were heading back home. He went upstairs immediately without even saying a word to the angel which was even more suspicious.
At first, Aziraphale thought that he should have given Crowley some time but as soon as he heard sobs coming back from their bedroom he rushed upstairs to check on his lover.
"Crowley, dear, what's happening?" he asked entering the room.
The demon was curled up on the bed, sobbiy in the pillow. His whole body was shaking. The boots were just thrown on the floor just like the jacket. Crowley was in very poor state since he treated his clothes like that. Aziraphale couldn't just stand there and watch him so he gently got on the bed and spooned his demon pressing his against his chest so that Crowley would be sure that he wasn't alone.
The angel's arm moved under the demon's neck so that he could hug it to his chest and held it like it was his only thing to hold on. Fortunately, having Aziraphale close was working since his breathing was calming down and the sobbing was fading away.
"I'm worthless..." he murmured with shame. The angel immediately knew what was happening. Crowley from time to time had these episodes during which he was questioning his whole existence. At first, Aziraphale tried to help by trying to convince him but after some failed attempts, he realized that the best way was to just listen to Crowley and be close to him. He was now aware of that the demon wasn't actually believing in the things he was saying but he just had the need to say them out loud.
So that's how it was, the ginger was mumbling things every now and then and Aziraphale was whispering him some nice and comforting things to his ear. They had spent an hour like that completely missing their date at the Ritz but the angel didn't mind at all. He just wanted his love to be safe and calm.
After that, he prepared a warm cup of tea for Crowley and a comfy bath. Everything to make the demon feel better.
5.
Aziraphale wanted to go camping. Crowley wasn't the biggest fan of it but decided to give it a try. They slept in seperate tents because they were too small to fit both of them. And that happened to be the main problem.
Crowley was laying on a blanket completely alone, cold, shaking, without anybody to talk to and he felt awful. Awful enough that he started crying from his loneliness. Even though he knew that his love was right next to him but just in a different tent. The thing was that they'd fallen out before the whole camping thing and the demon was fed up with it. Technically, they were okay with each other but something didn't feel right. So the only way was to leave that damn tent and went but to the cosy cottage that they rented for their trip in case the weather got extremely bad.
Crowley sat on a small sofa wrapped up in a blanket and he waited. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait for long because after a few minutes he heard familiar steps getting closer.
"Crowley, are you okay?" Aziraphale asked and sat next to the demon, cuddling him to his side. The other wanted to fight it but his body gave up and his head found its place on the angel's lap where his hair were brushed with a soft hand.
It was a quiet and rather cold night so the both of them decided to abandon their tents and stayed inside falling asleep on the sofa where both of them felt safe and happy together.