Queen of the Cute

He looked up towards the angel, Crawley soon realized he was twice as soaked in comparison, not only that, but the dampness of his white robes had left him quite exposed. 

The cloth clung to the angels pinkish skin, revealing the curve of his thighs and the softness of his stomach (which Crawley was eye-level with, mind you). The soaked fabric hugged itself around the angels waist, his bottom, his chest, leaving very little concealed at all.  It made Crawleys otherwise cold wind-beaten body heat up, and his stomach churn in a way he couldn't explain. Maybe this was hunger, the demon had never been hungry before. 

The angel shivered, Crawley could practically make out every goosebump, and swayed as he wrung water out of the front of his robes. He looked ridiculous, Crawley admitted, with his hair in a mess of wet blond curls at the top of his head, standing practically naked as he tried to unburden himself of a few single water droplets. Why then, did the demon find himself so unbelievably flustered to see him like this? He had seen the human corporation before, he was there when they designed them (a bit unimpressive and clunky, if you ask him) and they had never once driven such a reaction from him. 

Maybe it was just the angel himself, Crawley thought, what was his name again? He told it to me once, I think it started with an ‘A’.... No thats ‘angel’, giving away a flaming sword to humans, lending shelter to a demon, and now this. He's probably putting some sort of ethereal magic on me, the kind that turns demon stomachs into knots and cooks them to death slowly. No… that didn't make sense. If he wanted Crawley dead he could have killed him back at the wall, or when he still had the sword. 

“You’re awfully quiet.” The angel spoke, knocking Crawley from his trance-like state, he blushed, had he noticed me staring? 

The demon cleared his throat, “Yeah I’m just- erm- hungry?” 

“Oh,” the angel frowned, “I didn’t know demons got hungry.” 

Me neither “Yeah.” replied Crawley, who wanted no further questioning on the matter. 

The angel stopped wringing at his robes, he was now watching Crawley with some intensity, as if he was trying to figure out some sort of puzzle. He then, slowly and cautiously, began to sink to the ground until he was sitting beside the demon. “Oh!” the angel exclaimed. He smiled brightly in a way that sent shivers down Crawleys serpentine spine, “Why, I've never ‘sat’ before.” 

“How is it?” the demon humored. 

The angel giggled (Crawley didn't know it was possible for an angel to giggle) “I think I rather like it.” He turned to face the demon, his grey-blue eyes giddy with the excitement of it all… before his face sank to a look of horror, “It’s not evil, is it?” 

This earned a surprised snort from the demon, “Sitting? Evil?” 

“Well you’re doing it, aren't you?” The angel defensively accused. 

Crawley laughed even harder at that. The angel pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. 

The pair sat in silence for a while, watching the rainfall over The Garden, the grey fog and the lush green blending together. The storm clouds above swirling and dancing, Crawley thought for a second they reminded him of the angels eyes. 

He really has to remember his name. 

Crawley watched as the angel twisted his hands together in his lap, picking at his cuticles and rubbing his thumbs over his palms. His forearms resting on the tops of his thighs, what looked like the softest things in the world to Crawley. He felt his breath catch in his chest as he imagined how nice it would be to be an arm at that moment. 

“Do you think…” The angel broke the silence, “do you think they’ll be ok out there?” 

Crawley snapped out of his strange musings, “They’ll probably be just fine… what with the sword, and all.” 

The angel whined, unconvinced. 

“It’s like,” Crawley added, still a bit flustered by how hungry he was, “you’re protecting them. You’re a guardian- a guardian angel. Er.” 

“A guardian angel.” The angel beamed, “Oh, I quite like that. Did you come up with that yourself? It’s very clever indeed-” The angel froze.

If Crawley was hungry before, he was absolutely starving now, So he gives away flaming swords, gives shelter to demons, AND compliments them?

Crawley stumbled on his words, “Yes, well, erm-” 

“I have to go.” The angel blurted as he sat upright, “I mean- I’m sure my people will call for me soon. Heaven, angels.” he laughed nervously as he stumbled out of the shelter into the rain, “Oops, damn rain. Goodbye!”

The angel turned to leave, when suddenly it struck him- 

“Aziraphale!” Crawley yelled out.”

Aziraphale turned around, “Yes?” 

“I er-” Crawley stumbled, “I like the rain.” 

Aziraphale smiled, “It is kind of nice, isn't it?”