#small-bubs

Crowley hated the snow. Hated it, hated it, hated it. If it wouldn’t confuse the humans and mess with the climate, he would make it so it never snowed in London.

There has been many times that Aziraphale has caught Crowley staring at the snow through the window and scolded him.

“I’m not even doing anything!” Crowley would snap, but Aziraphale shot down his defense with one look. His angel always knew what he was thinking when it came to mischief.

There would be times that Crowley would turn into his snake form just so he could fit somewhere that was warmer than his flat and bed. There has been many a time he curled up with one of his plants because it was easier than pulling blankets and pillows into his nursery.

Everything was different at Aziraphale’s bookshop. Aziraphale always kept the temperature at a constant 22 degrees Celsius so that anyone who came in would be comfortable.

Of course, Crowley was cold. He was always cold. It was rare for Crowley to ever not be cold.

Aziraphale knew this. Aziraphale knew that he was cold blooded and that being warm was an obstacle. While he never liked adjusting the temperature, he would always try to accommodate Crowley in other ways.

“Crowley, dear, I do not think you could get closer to me if you tried,” Aziraphale laughed as Crowley nuzzled into his neck and wrapped his arms and legs around the angel.

“Shut up,” he mumbled. Aziraphale had bought Crowley a heating blanket that he could use while they laid in bed. Along with the heat of the blanket, Crowley loved to curl up against Aziraphale and steal his body heat.

Aziraphale let out another chuckle. Crowley was about to pull back so that he could give the angel a piece of his mind, but there was a change of plans when he felt a kiss on his head and a hand on his back.

“There there. You know I never try to be mean. I just love to tease you.” 

“Hn,” Crowley groaned. He felt his body relaxing when Aziraphale started rubbing light, soothing patterns on his back. 

The couple fell into a comfortable silence, neither wanting to speak to ruin the quiet night. They tried to savor the moments that were allowed together without Heaven or Hell watching them as much as they could, both afraid that it could be taken away from them in a second. They never brought this fear up to the other one, but they both knew it was shared.

“You know,” Aziraphale started. Crowley let out a hum to show that he was listening. “If you turned into a snake, you could just curl up in my pocket.”

“But then I wouldn’t be able to use the heating blanket,” he whined. The thought had crossed his mind. He knew that if he turned into a snake, he wouldn’t be able to feel the angel’s hands rubbing his back or feel the heat of the blanket surrounding him.

“It was just an idea, dear.” Crowley let out a small smile. His love was always trying to accommodate the demon, making sure that he was comfortable while staying in Aziraphale’s shop. Of course, the angel had no idea that it could be snowing in here and he still wouldn’t leave. He just wanted to be around Aziraphale.

Or maybe he did know. At this point, Crowley has decided he really can’t tell what the angel is thinking.

Crowley placed a small kiss on Aziraphale’s neck before nuzzling into him again.