Just one Touch

Chapter Four

When the pair arrived back at the apartment on top of the book store they walked to the apartment and switched back to their original forms.

"Why do you think they where their Crowley." He seemed incredibly scared and worried but Crowley didn't try to downplay his thoughts. For fear of being right and losing his Angle.

"I believe that they were trying to trap one of us, to get the other to come. I believe we now need to stay together." Crowley saw the color drain from Aziraphale's face and felt bad considering the last plan he had was to try to not bug Aziraphale as much as possible, now they aren't allowed to leave each others side. He walked into his room. Ending the conversation their.

When Crowley got into what would be his room for a while he took 3 photos of it from different angles, before miricaling it all away. He then quickly procured some decorations for the room, including a bed, a desk with a computer, a hanging chair and a few shelves for some of his smaller plants although if Aziraphale was going to have to be near him he wasn't going to be able to yell at them, so he decided that he wouldn't until he could finally go home. As he left the room he walked into the small living area to see no Aziraphale. He ran to the angels room knocking. When there was no response he opened the door and looked around.

All he heard was someone in the shower. He walked toward the bathroom that was connected to his room and opened the door revealing Aziraphale in the shower. He couldn't see him, but it was him, but before he could leave, he realized that the shower was as hot as it could go. He could feel it. He wanted to say something. But he knew that doing so would only embarrass them both. So he left the angle to continue and went back to his room where he laid down and fell asleep.

When Aziraphale got down with the hot shower which had felt cold compared to Crowley's touch he got changed and left the room. Walking down to his book shop just long enough to grab a few books and head up. On his way to his room he saw Crowley's door opened slightly and opened it to find the room changed and Crowley curled up on his bed. He quite liked the new room, maybe he thought for a split second it was due to how much it fit Crowley.

As the angle walked back to his room, he saw that his flip phone that he had because Crowley "forced" his to about five years prior. Had a text on it. He opened it to see that Anathema had asked him to join him for some tea later in the week. He replied that he would but Crowley would be joining them and asked for which day worked best for her. As the angle sat on his bed, he remembered and grabbed his books, sitting on his bed and like he normally did, he started reading and couldn't stop.

He only stopped when six hours later he heard Crowley knock at the door.

"Come in," He said as Crowley walked in and sat at the end of his bed. He look at Aziraphale and then laughed.

"What's so funny Demon." He joked back. At that statement Crowley's face hardened, anger glazing over his face. He turned and left without another word.

"Crowley, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." Aziraphale yelled chasing after him. "Please come back Crowley." Aziraphale spoke his name so soft it made Crowley turn, tears on the verge of spilling.

"I can't, I will be back." He grabbed the angels hands and squeezing them, before turning back to the door and leaving.

Aziraphale wanted to follow, to do everything he could to protect Crowley, but when Crowley squeezed his hands it left him paralyzed as he left heading down to his car and then leaving. It only took Aziraphale a half an hour to move, by that time the crippling heat had left his hands, and the crippling fear had entered his head. As he waited for his best friend to come back. Or waited to hear that he had been caught and killed, Aziraphale truly realized this is what human love was. Loving the person beyond all reasonable ideas. As Aziraphale waited he started to pace, the pacing soon turned into sitting and fidgeting and before he knew it, he had a glass of wine in his hand. Normally it he took his time when drinking but right now, he downed the cup. He started pacing again with another cup already full.

By the time he passed out on the couch; he had worked his way though at least 2 ½ bottles, absentmindedly when he would later think about it. He would be on the couch for the next few hours, while Crowley.

Well he would be anywhere but at Aziraphale's house.