Never Explain Anything: A Crowley/Aziraphale Good Omens fanfic

There they were, all together, up in the air

Aziraphale hadn't observed many beings sleeping, at least not in relatively happy circumstances rather than while doing his best in plague hospitals. He was pretty sure most of them didn't make such a performance of it as Crowley.

The demon rolled violently over from side to side, attempted to coil up like a snake and hissed in annoyance in his sleep when his bipedal body didn't bend that way, and flung his arms out dramatically, sending the teddies shooting across the suite. Without the dark glasses, it was clear he was wearing eyeliner and mascara. He had gone to bed fully dressed except for his jacket, but at some point his belt had become undone and his shirt had ridden up over his stomach, exposing a pale flat stomach. Aziraphale noted that either the Almighty or the All-Evil had thoughtfully provided Crowley's vessel with a human-looking navel. Aziraphale ached to cover him decently up, especially as the air conditioning was probably on too high for a cold-blooded creature. He reluctantly decided there was too much chance of catching a fist or foot in the head if he tried, and moved on to reading a book about the history and cultural importance of apples.

When Crowley apparently decided he would be most content with his head on the pillow and his body extended vertically up the wall of the cabin, Aziraphale decided it was time to intervene before any cabin crew entered and thought it was odd.

"Crowley," he said softly. Crowley snorted and stayed asleep. It seemed had finally found a position as comfortable as cuddled against an angel's hip, even though his shirt had fallen altogether over his face. "Crowley," Aziraphale repeated, louder and more firmly. "Wake up."

Nothing. Aziraphale gave a worried glance at the time. He had ordered breakfast to arrive soon, and Crowley was looking decidedly abnormal for a mortal. He huffed in annoyance, put the book down, went over and poked Crowley experimentally in the stomach.

Crowley grabbed his arm and flipped heels over head, forcing Aziraphale down on the bed and landing across him, lying across his chest with Aziraphale's arm trapped between them. Then yellow eyes opened as he came to consciousness, his face so close to Aziraphale that the angel couldn't focus properly, and gave him a long unblinking look that had meaning, there was no use pretending it didn't.

"Hullo, Aziraphale." He grinned slowly with crimson painted lips.

Aziraphale tried to relax, although his heart was trying to escape his ribcage. After all, this had been looming since go off together and stay at my place and even back as far as anywhere you want to go, and he had resolved not to panic now that Heaven could not possibly disapprove of him less anyway. He let his own lashes flutter closed, and slightly parted his lips.

"Sorry about that." Crowley rolled off. "Instinct. Must have suspected you were a demon hunter or smiting angel or something come to off me while I was vulnerable. Bit reckless, waking a sleeping demon."

"It's not exactly a common situation," Aziraphale reminded him, sitting up and readjusting his cardigan while his heartbeat returned to normal, trying not to feel bitter. He unobtrusively miracled away the lipstick and mascara smears Crowley had left all over the expensive bedlinen. Despite making a mess of the bed, Crowley's face remained perfect and unsmudged. Of course it did.

"What's for breakfast?" Crowley asked cheerfully, sliding his sunglasses back onto his face and doing up his belt.

Aziraphale, left to himself, had decided to order what he liked for both of them. Crowley made no objections to the choice of kyo-kaiseki breakfast, pulling an ottoman up to the retractable dining table on Aziraphale's side so they could eat together. Crowley seemed in a remarkably good mood, drinking a lot of green tea, trying every delicacy, and letting Aziraphale tell him all about his reading with more patience than eye-rolling. Perhaps, Aziraphale thought more kindly, Crowley really did miss the child, and was genuinely happy to be seeing him again. For a demon, he could be a dear thing.