Every Day // Good Omens

-Good Morning-

The next morning was slow. After all, there was no need to rush anymore - there was nowhere else to be but in each others' arms. They let the sun encase them in their safe, warm bed, the comfy silence allowing the melodic chirping of birds to serenade them.

With eyes still closed, Crowley buried his head into Aziraphale's neck, breathing in the scent of hot chocolate and old books. Perfect, he smiled contentedly. The Angel pulled him closer, wanting - no, needing - to be as close to him as possible. His hands drifted up to play with Crowley's hair, his fingers leaving a metaphorical mark on the Demon's skin. Aziraphale twisted his fingers carefully through each individual curl. And oh God was his hair soft. He really should have been appreciating it more often. Aziraphale's softness sent the Demon's heart aflutter. His eyes glistened with dreaminess, a result of both the tiring calmness and his lack of sleep - which, in turn, triggered memories from last night. The picnic by the cliffs; stargazing; flying through the clouds...

"Was it real?" Crowley suddenly spoke, a nagging doubt clawing the back of his mind. Aziraphale opened his eyes, squinting due to the blinding lights surrounding them, and stared quizzically at the Demon.

"What do you mean, dearest?" He asked. His voice was still groggy with sleep.

"Last night. On the cliff, I mean. It wasn't some dream, right?"

"Of course not!" Aziraphale scoffed - though with no malicious intent. It put Crowley's mind to rest at least. "It was all real, my love. Every single moment." He leaned down to place a small kiss on Crowley's forehead. But before he could move, the Demon moved his head so that the Angel's lips met with his. 

"You're still a wily old serpent, you!" He giggled. Crowley found that laugh more comforting than the birdsong outside.

"And you're still an absolutely gorgeous angel." Crowley grinned, planting small kisses along the Angel's cheek, making him giggle. His face was dusted with a light shade of crimson, which only made Crowley want to kiss him more. He was so fucking adorable, he didn't know if his heart could take it any more. But, to his surprise, he hadn't discorporated, and was instead bundled up in piles of blankets, cuddling with the Angel he had always dreamed about doing this with.

"You know," Aziraphale began suddenly, startling the Demon just a bit. "I heard an old myth, once."

"Oh?" Crowley raised a brow.

"Apparently, Angel kisses leave freckles."

The Demon stopped rather suddenly, much to Aziraphale's confusion. But the unreadable expression on Crowley's face soon turned into realisation, and with that realisation came a profuse blushing that the Angel could only laugh at.

"So that's where they came from-"

He was cut of by the tickling sensation of little kisses once again dotting his face. As much as he was embarrassed, he enjoyed both the attention and the Angel's sweet touch.

"aNGeL-" He managed to speak through his laughter, his grin stretching from ear to ear. Aziraphale didn't stop, only laughing into Crowley's cheek. It tickled - but he wasn't entirely against it. 

After a few more minutes of giggling, the Angel decided to give him a break. He leaned back to admire his handiwork, and as previously suspected, small freckles were dotted around his entire face. Crowley looked so adorable with freckles!

"You're staring..." Crowley raised a brow. He was smiling, though. His eyes glimmered with curiosity. Aziraphale was suddenly snapped from his fixation, turning a bright shade of red as he did so. "Ah, I apologise, dearest-" 

All Crowley did was laugh. It wasn't mocking, nor was it meant with any ill intentions, although the Angel did become slightly more embarrassed. Even so, finally being able to hear the Demon's laugh - his genuine laugh - was all Aziraphale ever really needed. And he was glad that Crowley was willing to share this tender, vulnerable moment with him. 

Maybe it was just the domestic cottage-core vibes, or maybe it was the last of his adrenaline from the night before, but all Aziraphale wanted to do in that moment was to kiss Crowley senseless. And although he knew that he could, he didn't want the Demon to be quiet. It had always been a rare occurrence to see him so happy, and despite the fact that he'd witnessed it countless times since that day at the bookshop, he didn't think it would ever become old. Because if Crowley was happy, so was he. 

Crowley, as dumb as he was, was not oblivious to the fact that the Angel had not stopped staring at him. As much as he found it endearing, he was also aware that it was slightly unsettling, too. 

"Angel?" He asked. Aziraphale didn't move. "Angelllll?" 

Again, no response. The Angel must have been rather deep in thought. It took until Crowley physically shook him for him to snap out of his daydream. 

"Angel???" 

"Yes, dear?" He spoke innocently, as if he hadn't just been staring at Crowley for god knows how long. 

"What's up?" Crowley questioned. Aziraphale paused for a moment, mind whirring to find an excuse that wasn't I want to smooch your face off. 

"It's nothing, don't you worry, love! I'm - I'm just a bit tired from yesterday." 

Crowley shrugged. It made sense, no need to question it, right? Yet just as he was about to forget all about it, he noticed Aziraphale's gaze flicker, for more than a second, to Crowley's lips. He almost let out a snort right there. It literally made him look stupid at how much he wanted to kiss him. 

"Aziraphale." Crowley made his voice stern, cold. It worked, and as anticipated, Aziraphale's face fell slightly. "If you wanted to kiss me, you can just tell me-"

At that point, the Angel may have had red face paint on his embarrassment was so vivid. With a timid nod, he looked straight (gay) into Crowley's eyes, longing desperation staring back. 

"Well then... Can I...?" He asked, voice oddly hoarse. Damn, he really was down bad-

Crowley could only get in a small nod before Aziraphale's lips clashed with his, each touch filled with that same desperation. The Angel's fingers intertwined messily with each perfect strand of Crowley's hair. The Demon wrapped a strong arm around Aziraphale's waist, pulling them closer each second. 

Neither were worried anymore. Neither gave a fuck anymore. And that, they decided upon silently, was how it should be. 

// Hello!

I am really sorry for not getting a chapter out sooner :( I forgot how much I hate school and then BOOM! I miss the holidays already-

I wish I could keep doing daily uploads but I don't have the time anymore :( But during the weekend I'll actually have quite a lot of time! So hopefully I'll get more chapters out on weekends :)

Another thing, I apologise for this chapter being a bit shorter, in all fairness it was more of a filler, so it didn't need to be as long as some of the other chapters. But ik some of you like longer ones, so I'll try my best to keep working on them!!! 

Anyway! Votes and comments are appreciated, but not necessary! Have a great day / night and I'll see you in the next one!

Word Count: 1222 //