Good Omens Oneshots

Cold [Fluff]

It was a cold winter night.
It had been cold the past few weeks. Especially for Crowley. As a snake, he was cold blooded. He was sat in the bookshop with Aziraphale, shivering. "Whats wrong my dear? Are you cold?" Aziraphale asked, putting his book down. Crowley shook his head. He didn't want to admit it.
Aziraphale didn't even acknowledge Crowleys response, he just stood up and walked to the back of the bookshop. A few minutes later, he came back with a nice, fluffy knitted blanket. He sat down next to Crowley and wrapped it around him. Hugging him close.
"Angel I-" Crowley began. But Aziraphale cut him off with a soft kiss on the top of his head. "It's okay. Just relax" Aziraphale said. Letting Crowley get comfortable.
A few minutes later, Crowley was curled up in a ball next to Aziraphale, almost falling asleep.
Aziraphale kept reading, stroking Crowleys hair. Smiling as he watched Crowley relax. "Angel?" Crowley murmured. He was tired. Azirphale knew that. "Yes?" He replied. "Thank you" Crowley said just above a mumble. Only just making it audible before drifting off to sleep.