Tickety-Boo (Ineffable Husbands Week 2019)

4: A Brand New Sensation (2,600 Words)

It took some convincing, but that wily old fiend finally managed to get the angel into his bed. Crowley didn't understand why he was so stubborn about it. After all, it was just sleeping. Sure they didn't need it, but it was quite enjoyable and it wasn't like Aziraphale didn't indulge in earthly pleasures too. What's one more added to the list?

The demon had insisted on it, and it seemed only fair, after he had begrudgingly accompanied him to dreadfully boring play just a few weeks ago. Normally, he would've taken a nap as the actors were on stage, but every time Aziraphale noticed him dozing off, he'd pinch him and Crowley would always hiss in response. It was incredibly annoying for the snake but it made for some entertainment for the young child of the rich family who were sat near them, as he too, was bored out of his goddamn mind.

Crowley had considered taking Aziraphale somewhere like a nightclub or a motorbike rally, just to hear him groan and see him pout like he had in the theater. But the truth was, he didn't like being the reason for the angel's discomfort, even if it was only for a short while. So he decided to do the opposite: introduce him to some comfort he was not familiar with yet.

That night, he and Aziraphale came back to his flat after dinner instead of going to the bookshop. As far as lounging was concerned, the shop was definitely more inviting and cozy, they were both aware of this. But when it came to sleeping, obviously the best of the two homes would be the one that actually had a bed. Since the whole point of this was to sleep, the blond entity immediately made his way over to the bedroom. (At least now, he remembered exactly where it was.)

He sat on the edge of the bed, hands folded neatly over his lap and he waited for Crowley to walk in after having put away the dessert from the restaurant in the refrigerator. When the demon entered his room, he gave the angel a funny look.

"What are you doing?" He asked, trying not to roll his eyes.

Aziraphale looked at him as if the answer were staring at him in the face. "Going to bed, obviously."

The snake grinned. "Angel, you haven't even taken your shoes off yet!"

"Oh, right you are." He said, only just remembering that shoes weren't typically worn while sleeping. Since he cared so little for this mundane need, he didn't really look into it.

He took off his shoes, placing them perfectly centered with the night-stand, then went back to sitting properly and waiting for instructions.

Crowley sighed, still amused. "Firstly, you can't go to bed dressed like that. You're supposed to be comfortable."

"My clothes are very comfortable." Argued the blue-eyed being.

The demon shook his head at him. "Not the same type of comfortable. Snap yourself up some pajamas or anything that's soft or stretches more than what you currently have on." He told him, helping him stand up.

Aziraphale glared at him. He didn't see the point. He was an angel after all, he could make any type of clothing feel incredibly and impossibly comfortable on his body. But he figured, why not go along with it? Considering how much Crowley had insisted they sleep together. He doubted it'd be harmful, and he knew it would make the old serpent happy.

"Fine. Any suggestions?"

"Anything silk or velvet. Feels great against your skin." Replied Crowley without missing a beat.

The shorter gave him a nod. "Right. And in terms of style?"

Crowley shrugged. "Depends. Pants and a shirt are the norm these days but a night-shirt is acceptable if you don't want anything down there like pants. Especially since you were very fond of robes and togas and were upset when they went out of style a few centuries ago. Oh yes, some people prefer using only a bathrobe and nothing under it so, that's an option."