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"Ugh." The demon growled, opening the door as he could, lazily. Aziraphale giggled softly at this, helping him.
"Awfully cold day, isn't it?" He said, taking off his coat and closing the door behind him. Crowley let out a noise of confirmation, letting himself fall over into their couch.

Aziraphale smiled and took off his shoes carefully, leaving them by the front door. He walked over to Crowley, staring down at him. "Dear, you should take off your jacket at least. It's gonna be uncomfortable if not." He said.

Crowley let out a noise once again. "'sss warm." He muttered. It only made Aziraphale giggle. The angel sat down in the small bit of couch that was available, where the demon's legs weren't in the way, and reached for the jacket.
"Give me this." He said gently. He took off Crowley's jacket, leaving it on the side. He reached for a blanket in his armchair, laying it over the demon.

"Thanks." The demon muttered, turning around to face Aziraphale. He smiled.
"Are you planning on laying there the rest of the day?" He said with a small giggle. Crowley sat up still wrapped in the blanket.
"There's not much to do today, is there?" He said.

He let out a small yawn, and the angel nodded. He reached to wrap an arm around the demon's shoulders, stopping when said demon let out a small wince.
"Ouch-" He let out, his hand automatically reaching for the back of his own neck. Aziraphale's eyebrows raised involuntarily.

"What's wrong, dear?" He said in a quiet tone. He placed his hand on the demon's thigh.
"Haven't stretched out in some time. Feels sore." He muttered, rubbing in an attempt to calm the soreness in his upper back.
"Oh dear..." Aziraphale answered. "Would you mind stretching out now? I can help fix the soreness. And if you don't stretch out soon, the pain will only grow worse."

Crowley nodded. He reached for his shirt, taking it off and laying it on the side of the couch. He closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. "It's okay." Aziraphale whispered, reaching for his hand and holding it between his own. And in a second, Crowley's wings stretched out, being careful not to hit Aziraphale accidentally.

Aziraphale smiled softly. "Better?"
Crowley nodded, opening his eyes. The angel reached for the demon's right wing, trying not to touch the base so he wouldn't hurt him. He grabbed it gently, inspecting it before doing anything.

"Just a few feathers out of place. Nothing bad at sight." He looked over to the base of his wings. "Are your scars sore?"
Crowley shook his head. "They don't seem bad either. Have you been putting on the cream that I told you to?" Aziraphale asked. The demon nodded.

Ever since their important step into their now romantic relationship, a lot of things had been discovered between the angel and the demon. One of these things was the burn marks on Crowley's whole back and the back of his legs, caused from his Fall. The first time seeing them, while they were getting ready to "do their stuff" as Aziraphale would call it, the angel was shocked to find out about them when seeing Crowley's back for the first time.

When Aziraphale, filled with worry about the recent discovery, had mentioned them, the demon's mood instantly dropped, loosing all of his arousal with it. He kept telling Aziraphale that they could continue, but the angel denied it seeing Crowley's mood, and instead he just cuddled him for the whole night.

That first time Aziraphale saw them, they didn't look the best. They looked like they had never been taken care of, still red and raw from the Fall. Aziraphale had then insisted for Crowley to put an special cream on them every night, hoping that that would make them better.

It had, in fact. Since that day, now the scars looked way less red and they didn't hurt anymore when touching them. Thinking that the demon had to go through all that pain for millennia just because he just couldn't bring himself to take care of them because of the trauma they held broke Aziraphale's heart a bit. So he had helped the demon with it until he had found his own strength to do it by himself.

Aziraphale reached out for the black feathers, plucking some of them that were just so already damaged that they would fall by themselves. He ran a hand through the rest of the feathers, lining them in place.

Crowley's wings never failed to fascinate him. Even when they were now fully black and burnt from his Fall, they still held who he was before. Aziraphale could see it on the subtle rays of sunshine sometimes, how the feathers still had a beautiful metallic purple undertone in the soft sunlight. As well as how the base of his wings still had a bit of remaining stardust stuck on them, shining ever so slightly.

Since getting his hands on Crowley's wings for the first time, he had made sure to take care of them properly and protect them. In the end, that was what his original purpose had always been: protecting.

He repeated the preening in the demon's right wing, miracling a specific oil to rub on the feathers to make them healthier and shinier. Crowley smiled at the gesture, letting out a small sigh of pleasure. Aziraphale then miracled a bit of cream into his hand to ease Crowley's pain, rubbing it onto his shoulders and back.
He smiled as he finished, giving the demon a small kiss on the back of his neck.

Crowley chuckled.
"You didn't have to. Really." He muttered.
"Don't worry about it, my dear. I enjoy doing it. Your feathers are pleasant to touch."
Crowley giggled softly, laying his back on the couch.

"It'll be better if you let them out for the rest of the day. Just let them stretch a bit, you know. They're also quite a sight, dear." Aziraphale smiled, giving the demon a kiss on the cheek. Crowley smiled, leaning his head onto the angel's shoulder.
"Alright."