Ineffable husbands are so in love

Fluff: Part 3

"I still want to know how you got the car on the roof." Aziraphale said as he stacked books into the shelf of his personal office after hours.

"I can't reveal all my secrets."

"Can't reveal all your secrets?"

"Okay, just to be sure we're on the same page-"

"Same page? We're not even in the same library!"

"Yes we are."

"You know what I mean, Crowley. Do you even know how to drive that thing? I always said that you would land up in an accident some day," he blurted.

"Well, to your question, I'd normally lie and say yes, but considering what I've done you probably know the answer."

Crowley, oblivious to the small smile on his angel's face, fell into a Aziraphale's couch that he let him sit on, taking the rights to the foot rest as well.

"You performed a miracle to get it back, right?"

"Yeah, obviously. But why do I keep getting into these situations?"

"Centuries we've been muddling around together and I still don't know the answer."

Aziraphale smiled and gestured for Crowley to move over so he could sit on the small couch with him.

"Comfortable now?" Crowley asked as he shifted.

"Mmm," came his reply.

Crowley began to close his eyes, as the city of Soho drowned in silence around him.

It was unexpected, really, to suddenly feel a foot on top of his own. He opened his eyes slightly, to see a very prideful Aziraphale reading 'Sense and Sensibility.'

Crowley froze for a moment, before hesitatingly putting his own foot on top. It was a game right? A bit like footies. Though a twisted version was all it became, and it went on for about a minute before Aziraphale lay his book down, giggling to himself and Crowley looking at him with a triumphal smirk.

Crowley, obsessing over their sudden game, doesn't realise Aziraphale inch in closer and lay his head on his shoulder.

He tensed noticeably, his heart beating twice as fast. "Your hair smells nice," he said in a breath. It was a nice closeness, being with Aziraphale was warm and comfortable.

"Why are you so nervous?" Aziraphale smiled gently.

"It's not-I mean..."

"You can put your arm over my shoulder if you want"

"Okay, yeah," Crowley drapes his arm over Aziraphale's shoulders, and he snuggles and moulds into his side.

"Better?"

"Much better."