Ineffable husbands are so in love

Fluff: Part 7

A/N: I've decided not to give away contexts from now on. You guys can just figure them out 

"Crowley, I understand you are having the time of your life, but it's really hard to make lunch and give you a piggy back ride," Aziraphale sighed.

Crowley jumped down, gave Aziraphale a kiss on the forehead and sat down in a nearby chair.

Aziraphale, following, came a sat in the chair next to him with a mug of coffee.

"Where did I put that fantastic book?" he murmured to himself while looking around Crowley's house.

"Oh, look angel, over there," Crowley said, gesturing to the counter-top.

"Where?"

"There!" he pointed with his foot this time, slamming the leg of the dining table on the way.

"Fuck!" Crowley yelled violently. "Stupid table."

Aziraphale looked at him, eyebrows raised. "Someone needs to put dollar in the swear jar."

"Considering what you did last night, you need to put a dollar in the sin tin." He said, picking up a deformed can of lentils from the garbage.

Satisfied with making Aziraphale almost choke on his coffee he strolled off into the bedroom, clearly aware of the crimson painting his angel's cheeks.