Eyes part 4
One of the many things that changed after Crowley came to live with Aziraphale was that Aziraphale actually started having a sleep schedule. He'd never really bothered with it before. It wasn't necessary, but Crowley was a very big fan of sleeping and did it on a regular basis.
They'd actually gotten into a bit of a routine. They would have breakfast in the morning. Crowley would then either spend the day listening to music, or run the errands that were close enough to walk to, or sometimes just go to the park and enjoy the sunshine while Aziraphale handled business in the shop. He'd come home in the evening and they'd have dinner together. After drinks they would sit in the shop's back room with Aziraphale reading to Crowley while Crowley rested his head on Aziraphale's lap. It would quite often involve Aziraphale stroking Crowley's hair. And then, when the hour got late enough, Crowley would go to bed. It wasn't long after that Aziraphale started to go to bed at the same time.
There had been more than one occasion over the five years that had passed that Aziraphale would be awakened by Crowley climbing into his bed and snuggling up to his side. It usually happened on particularly cold evenings. Or if there was a rather loud thunderstorm going on outside.
"Crowley." Aziraphale asked as he wrapped his arms around the demon.
"Hmm?" Crowley snuggled into Aziraphale's side.
"This seems a little silly, don't you think?" Aziraphale moved a hand up to gently stroke Crowley's hair. It was always amazingly soft.
"What do you mean?" Crowley shifted a little but didn't lift his head. He was a little afraid he was about to be asked to stop coming into the angel's bedroom.
"The um....the separate bedrooms." Aziraphale cleared his throat. "It seems a little....I don't know. Unnecessary." He shrugged a little. This time Crowley did raise his head just a little, even if he couldn't look Aziraphale in the eye.
"You.....want to share a bed?" He raised an eyebrow.
"We've done that quite often, haven't we? You climb into my bed in the middle of the night? It just occurred to me that it might be easier on the both of us to just....omit the step of going to separate beds to begin with." He smiled and moved one hand to lightly stroke Crowley's cheek with the back of his finger.
"Well, yeah. You've got a point. I guess." Crowley nodded. "Would make things a lot easier." He smiled.
"So....shall we start tomorrow night? We can come straight to bed after dinner and I can read to you until you fall asleep." Aziraphale kept stroking Crowley's cheek.
"That actually sounds really nice." Crowley shifted again, resting his head on Aziraphale's chest. This particular night was a thunderstorm and Crowley tensed a little at a rather loud crack of thunder. Aziraphale just held onto him.
"You're safe, Crowley." Aziraphale whispered and kissed the top of his head. It seemed to be a constant reassurance over the last few years but Aziraphale was happy to give it. It wasn't long before Crowley was asleep again and Aziraphale followed soon after.
They'd actually gotten into a bit of a routine. They would have breakfast in the morning. Crowley would then either spend the day listening to music, or run the errands that were close enough to walk to, or sometimes just go to the park and enjoy the sunshine while Aziraphale handled business in the shop. He'd come home in the evening and they'd have dinner together. After drinks they would sit in the shop's back room with Aziraphale reading to Crowley while Crowley rested his head on Aziraphale's lap. It would quite often involve Aziraphale stroking Crowley's hair. And then, when the hour got late enough, Crowley would go to bed. It wasn't long after that Aziraphale started to go to bed at the same time.
There had been more than one occasion over the five years that had passed that Aziraphale would be awakened by Crowley climbing into his bed and snuggling up to his side. It usually happened on particularly cold evenings. Or if there was a rather loud thunderstorm going on outside.
"Crowley." Aziraphale asked as he wrapped his arms around the demon.
"Hmm?" Crowley snuggled into Aziraphale's side.
"This seems a little silly, don't you think?" Aziraphale moved a hand up to gently stroke Crowley's hair. It was always amazingly soft.
"What do you mean?" Crowley shifted a little but didn't lift his head. He was a little afraid he was about to be asked to stop coming into the angel's bedroom.
"The um....the separate bedrooms." Aziraphale cleared his throat. "It seems a little....I don't know. Unnecessary." He shrugged a little. This time Crowley did raise his head just a little, even if he couldn't look Aziraphale in the eye.
"You.....want to share a bed?" He raised an eyebrow.
"We've done that quite often, haven't we? You climb into my bed in the middle of the night? It just occurred to me that it might be easier on the both of us to just....omit the step of going to separate beds to begin with." He smiled and moved one hand to lightly stroke Crowley's cheek with the back of his finger.
"Well, yeah. You've got a point. I guess." Crowley nodded. "Would make things a lot easier." He smiled.
"So....shall we start tomorrow night? We can come straight to bed after dinner and I can read to you until you fall asleep." Aziraphale kept stroking Crowley's cheek.
"That actually sounds really nice." Crowley shifted again, resting his head on Aziraphale's chest. This particular night was a thunderstorm and Crowley tensed a little at a rather loud crack of thunder. Aziraphale just held onto him.
"You're safe, Crowley." Aziraphale whispered and kissed the top of his head. It seemed to be a constant reassurance over the last few years but Aziraphale was happy to give it. It wasn't long before Crowley was asleep again and Aziraphale followed soon after.
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