fic: Warmth
Title: Warmth
Pairings: Aziraphale/Crowley
Rating: G
Word Count: 159
Summary: Aziraphale contemplates warmth.
Disclaimer: I admit it! I made it up!
Notes: 2006 Christmas drabble for my flist. ♥
Aziraphale slipped into his long, tan coat before stepping out of his warm bookshop into the snow. The coat had been a gift from Crowley, and he had to admit that it suited him. At first, the fur lining had seemed a bit much, but after looking in the mirror, he couldn’t argue. He had actually liked his appearance, an indulgence he rarely considered.
He enjoyed his slow walk down the nearly deserted streets, watching the falling snowflakes. The cold did not bother him. This may have been because of his coat. It also may have been because he wasn't actually human.
He entered Crowley’s apartment, hanging his coat by the door. Aziraphale could feel the blast of the heat from a nearby vent.
Later that night, as he and Crowley lay tangled beneath the covers, Crowley murmured promises of love and of hot cocoa in the morning. And Aziraphale thought that at that moment he was truly warm.
THE END
Pairings: Aziraphale/Crowley
Rating: G
Word Count: 159
Summary: Aziraphale contemplates warmth.
Disclaimer: I admit it! I made it up!
Notes: 2006 Christmas drabble for my flist. ♥
Aziraphale slipped into his long, tan coat before stepping out of his warm bookshop into the snow. The coat had been a gift from Crowley, and he had to admit that it suited him. At first, the fur lining had seemed a bit much, but after looking in the mirror, he couldn’t argue. He had actually liked his appearance, an indulgence he rarely considered.
He enjoyed his slow walk down the nearly deserted streets, watching the falling snowflakes. The cold did not bother him. This may have been because of his coat. It also may have been because he wasn't actually human.
He entered Crowley’s apartment, hanging his coat by the door. Aziraphale could feel the blast of the heat from a nearby vent.
Later that night, as he and Crowley lay tangled beneath the covers, Crowley murmured promises of love and of hot cocoa in the morning. And Aziraphale thought that at that moment he was truly warm.
THE END