Ineffable One-Shots

Just a little sweet thingy thing

     The sun was slowly hiding behind the tall mountains, already covered in white snow, as the angel got up from the chair and adjusted his bowtie which still had a little, almost unnoticeable, crumbs of biscuit on it. 
"Leaving already?" the red-haired demon sitting on the opposite side of the table asked. 
His serpentine eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses which he only took off in the angel's bookshop. 
"Yes," the angel nodded, "it's getting dark outside. I don't like being outside in the dark."
"I thought you liked night walks."
"Not in this kind of weather. It's cold."
The demon sighed, finished the last few drops of wine that were waiting for him inside of the tall glass, and got up. 
"Alright then. Let's go."
The angel gave him a soft smile and held out his hand to him. 
The demon took it and squeezed it tightly as a sign of never wanting to let go. 

     "Thank you for joining me, darling," Aziraphale said as they crossed the little bridge in the park. 
"Now tell me why the hell wouldn't I join you?" Crowley asked in a sort of confused way. 
Aziraphale shrugged with a cute smirk on his face: "I am aware that you take every single chance to be near me, my dear. I'm just thanking you for it."
"Nah," the demon disagreed, "I'm not like that. I'm not that needy."
Aziraphale chuckled.
"Of course you are not, darling. You are the cold-hearted serpentine who loves to be alone and doesn't have any sweet spots for anybody on this big gorgeous planet."
Crowley nodded. He squeezed the angel's hand even more if that was even possible and placed a soft kiss on it. He then played with his chubby fingers all the way to the bookshop.
A moment after they stepped inside and Azirphale locked the door behind them, Crowley took the opportunity and pulled him into a tight but uncomfortably cold hug.
The angel did not have the heart to say anything, but even though the cold was quite bothering him, it was his demon hugging him after all. His demon. How could he possibly not melt into his soft touch and wrap his arms around his back?
They decided to stay like this for a couple of minutes. Crowley was focused on smelling his angel's scent and placing little kisses on his pale neck. 
Even his lips are cold, Aziraphle thought to himself.
After a few more kisses he finally shivered. Unintentionally, of course. 
"I'm sorry, angel," Crowley whispered as realized Aziraphales from his hug.
"Don't apologize, my darling," the angel gave him a little kiss on his rosy cheek, "do you think I can make you a hot beverage? To warm you up?"
"That would be nice," Crowley nodded.
Aziraphale smiled at him and quickly but carefully took off Crowley's glasses just to see his golden eyes. He could notice little stars in them. That showed up only when the demon was happy. That not only made Aziraphale's knees weak, but it also warmed his heart. 
He stroked Crowley's cheek, being careful not to hurt him with his rings, and left to prepare the beverages. 
Crowley still did not understand why he didn't just use a little miracle to make his work much easier. But he let it be. He was aware of how happy making food and drinks made him. So he just sat on the sofa (on the left side) and waited for his angel. 

     After a few long minutes, the angel finally arrived with two mugs in his hands. 
"Here you go," he placed the black-colored mug on the desk right in front of Crowley.
"I know how much you disliked tea, so I just made you a hot cocoa, is that good?"
Now this time, Crowley was the one who held out his hand to the other: "Perfect."
Aziraphale also placed his own cup, with adorable wings on it, on the desk, took Crowley's hand, and let the demon pull him onto the sofa right next to him. He took the warmest blanket he owned and covered them both. Crowley wrapped his hands around the angel's waist and laid his head on his belly. He remembered the times when Aziraphale told him about all of his insecurities, one of them being his belly. But Crowley didn't understand. He loved literally everything about his angel, from his feather-like hair to his toes. 
And the thing he loved the most was his soft belly which he would always lay his head on and sleep for a few hours (or days). 
Aziraphale always found that ineffably adorable. He put his hand on Crowley's head and started playing with his hair, ending up making a few little braids. 

    "Aziraphale?" Crowley whispered after a few minutes. 
"Yes, my dearest?" the angel asked softly.
"Can you say it, please?"
"Say what?"
"You know," Crowley laid on his back to look into his angel's beautiful blue eyes, "the thing..."
Aziraphale let out a small aw as he chuckled softly and placed another kiss on the demon's cheek. 
"I love you, my dear, so much."