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[ineffable-angel.livejournal.com]

Date: May 14, 2000
Setting: Front desk
Status: Private - Crowley, Aziraphale
Summary: Aziraphale is getting restless.






The thing was, Aziraphale was tired. He was exhausted of pushing paper and writing notes, performing only the barest miracles and human interaction at a minimum. He missed his old life (not that this one didn't have his perks) where he got to go out and have delicious food prepared by internationally famous chefs with expensive wines and Crowley's drunken company. He thought of their philosophical conversations that let him lay worries and fears out in a roundabout way, holes in his belief, and replenish that faith, and the angel realized, suddenly, how much he did miss them.

The Manor was becoming too familiar, and Aziraphale itched to leave, go out and have fun. He was finished in four minutes, exactly, and it would be easy to go and ask Crowley about the possibility of reenacting their old habits and finding new haunts. Aziraphale didn't even know the names of the pubs in Tadfield, after all. It was a tragedy.

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[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

The demon was cold as the sweat evaporated from his exposed back, and it made him unusually drowsy. The only sensation he was aware of was where his skin touched Aziraphale's and he curled closer to him, already missing the warmth of their conjoined bodies. Fuzzily, he conjured another blanket to lay under. In his exhaustion and absent-mindedly sated state, it was tartan.

[ineffable-angel.livejournal.com]

There was suddenly something actively tickling his nose, warm and fuzzy, and no doubt the fault of the - there was no doubt about it, Crowley was cuddling - distinctly male-shaped being lying against him. Aziraphale opened his eyes to look at it and saw the red multi-pattern of...

"Tartan," he whispered, pulling Crowley closer with a second deep sigh, and brushed his lips against his forehead. One hand rubbed slow, deep circles along the demon's thigh, the connection as comforting as the stubborn entanglement of limbs.