A/C ficlet
Crowley sighed. He lobbed his tea bag at the bin, and it was some indication of his state of mind that it fell directly in, rather than splatting against the wall and leaving an annoying brown stain, as it usually did.
"My dear, are you quite alright?"
Crowley stared at him for a moment, sunglasses rendering his expression unreadable. "Fine."
"Well you certainly don't look fine. Maybe it's some kind of virus...?" A gentle hand against his forehead, and it was a moment before he could shake it off.
"It's not a virus, angel, I'm a demon."
Aziraphael grabbed his arm, fingertips trailing over the sensitive skin of his wrist before Crowley snatched his hand back. "Your pulse is racing, my dear!"
"Sod off, I'm fine," he shot back, through gritted teeth. He stood abruptly, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair and turning to find Aziraphale stood too close, his eyes the ridiculous blue of a Indian summer sky. He froze, unable to move as the angel raised a hand to cup his cheek.
"A little too warm," Aziraphale murmured, and Crowley nodded, dry mouthed. "Ah, calpol it is then, and off to bed." The angel smiled sunnily and patted his cheek. Crowley silently cursed all things Heavenly, and those Below as well, for good measure. Then sucked in a shaking breath as he was kissed, gently. "Got to keep your strength up, after all."
Crowley had never seen quite that smile on the angel's face before. He decided he rather liked it.
"My dear, are you quite alright?"
Crowley stared at him for a moment, sunglasses rendering his expression unreadable. "Fine."
"Well you certainly don't look fine. Maybe it's some kind of virus...?" A gentle hand against his forehead, and it was a moment before he could shake it off.
"It's not a virus, angel, I'm a demon."
Aziraphael grabbed his arm, fingertips trailing over the sensitive skin of his wrist before Crowley snatched his hand back. "Your pulse is racing, my dear!"
"Sod off, I'm fine," he shot back, through gritted teeth. He stood abruptly, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair and turning to find Aziraphale stood too close, his eyes the ridiculous blue of a Indian summer sky. He froze, unable to move as the angel raised a hand to cup his cheek.
"A little too warm," Aziraphale murmured, and Crowley nodded, dry mouthed. "Ah, calpol it is then, and off to bed." The angel smiled sunnily and patted his cheek. Crowley silently cursed all things Heavenly, and those Below as well, for good measure. Then sucked in a shaking breath as he was kissed, gently. "Got to keep your strength up, after all."
Crowley had never seen quite that smile on the angel's face before. He decided he rather liked it.