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Part 7 of Ineffable love
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Surrender

Summary:

Aziraphale doesn't want to get up and leave the warmth of his bed, but his sense of duty is the strongest.
Unless a certain demon uses the right arguments...

Notes:

Absolutely not sorry for the amount of fluff

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Aziraphale woke up to the sound of the rain falling against the shutters. He stretched, taking care not to wake the one sleeping next to him.

The angel stifled a yawn. He didn't feel like getting up, but he had planned to do an inventory of some of the store's shelves and he wasn't the kind of person to procrastinate.

He reluctantly began to slide the comforter off and shivered when he felt the cold morning air on his skin, much more tempted by the warmth of the body against his own. It was a day to stay curled up in a blanket, reading with a nice cup of tea.

Sitting up in bed, Aziraphale looked down at Crowley who still seemed to be asleep beside him. More than anything it was a day to stay in bed to snuggle and cuddle.

Sighing with regret, Aziraphale tried to slowly slide off the bed, still careful not to wake his sleeping demon.

Suddenly an arm wrapped around his waist.

Crowley, the face buried against Aziraphale murmured, his voice hoarse and full of sleep, "Stay, angel."

Aziraphale, unable to hide the lack of conviction in his voice, replied, "I have work to do." 

He felt Crowley's pout against him, "The shop doesn't open until this afternoon... you don't have to get up right away."

Aziraphale was about to retort when Crowley's fingers slipped under his pajama top and slithered along his hips, making him shiver and this time not from cold.

What a sneaky little snake.

Aziraphale softly objected, "Crowley...you're not being fair."

"Shh." The breath of the demon's lips against his skin made Aziraphale shiver once more.

Then Crowley straightened up and, wrapping his arms around Aziraphale's neck, he put his head on his shoulder.

Then, he whispered into his angel’s ear, "Stay. It's cold and we're so cozy here."

Aziraphale, curling an arm around Crowley replied, his voice pouting, "You're not being objective. As soon as it gets a little cold, you just bundle yourself up warm and refuse to go outside." 

Crowley moved away a little and replied cheekily, "That is absolutely true and now I invite you to share that wisdom."

Aziraphale couldn't help but chuckle at Crowley's words and all thoughts of leaving the bed disappeared from his mind. He raised his hand and laid it on the demon's cheek, wiping away his gloating smile with his thumb.

The gleam in his eye betrayed what Crowley was thinking. He knew he had won, the bugger.

Then Aziraphale's fingers slid along his jaw, then up to the back of his neck, Crowley's eyes closing under the soft caress. Seeing his face surrendered to Aziraphale's touch, the angel thought that there was definitely nothing demonic about his lover. 

Aziraphale leaned over and pressed a lingering kiss on Crowley's forehead, the demon breathing out with delight at the touch. Heaven and then hell would never know what precious being they had lost. But it was for Aziraphale's gain.

Binding his hands behind Crowley's neck, he whispered, "Their loss is so much my gain," before burying his face in the demon's neck.

Crowley replied, his lips in Aziraphale's hair, "I don't know what you're talking about, but in any case, right now, it's all my gain."

Aziraphale lifted his head and said softly, "Just ten more minutes." then pressed his lips gently on his lover's who did not hesitate to deepen the kiss.

When they separated to catch their breath, forehead to forehead, Crowley, a teasing smile on his lips, whispered against Aziraphale's, "Ten minutes? My angel, that's more than enough time."

Aziraphale pushed his head back to get a better look at Crowley and asked, "Enough time for what?"

Crowley pressed a light kiss to the angel's nose and replied, "Enough time to convince you to stay longer."

Aziraphale tried to protest, "Crowley... Ten min-" But the demon didn't let him finish his sentence, pressing his lips to Aziraphale’s, determined to use every minute effectively to convince his lover not to leave the bed that morning.

Needless to say, it took him less than ten minutes to achieve his goal.





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Still not beta'd
Still not my native language
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Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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