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Date: December 14, 1999
Setting: Crowley and Azirphale's bathroom
Status: Private - Crowley, Aziraphale
Summary: Aziraphale notices Crowley's hurts.



"Owfuck."

The exclamation was not the first from the bathroom, and caused the angel to look up once again. "Are you quite certain you're all right?"

"Yes, angel, fine. Ow."

"You don't sound all right." Aziraphale found his cane and clattered to the bathroom, unwieldly on the hard floors. "You sound..."

He stopped. Crowley was shirtless and staring at himself in the mirror. The large one. That gave Aziraphale a very good view of the demon's naked chest, which he'd not seen for centuries.

"Um," Aziraphale said, mouth suddenly dry.

"What?" Crowley said irritably, turning around.

"You're - what happened?"

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"Michael happened, damn it," said Crowley, scowling.

While his back was to the mirror, he looked over his shoulder. The right side of his upper back was red and scraped where he'd rolled on it. That's going to be sore for a couple of days, he thought. Then he turned back to examine the left side of his jaw again.

"I shared some unpleasant truths with his would-be boyfriend and Mikey was severely displeased."

Crowley wondered how much more he ought to tell Aziraphale about what he'd learned. The last time they'd discussed it, they had gotten into a big argument. But that had been before... He thought maybe he could risk it.

"Although I did learn some useful information afterwards. Turns out that Michael was indeed the one who tried to kill me," he refrained from adding, 'like I told you before', "...and he says he got the order from Gabriel."

He touched his lip again in the way that one cannot help prodding at a sore spot.

"Fuck, that hurts."

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Not even the most famous lovers in history could have continued their amourous activities with ice water running down their bare torso. So, unsurprisingly, Crowley let out an undignified yip and slid quickly away from Aziraphale.

Breathing heavily, he peered into the angel's very blue eyes, suddenly nervous about what they'd been doing, what he'd further wanted to do, and how forward he'd been. He stared wide-eyed and unblinking at Aziraphale as he anxiously waited to hear if he'd crossed the line.