Ineffable husbands are so in love

Fluff: Part 8

Hrmmff,  thought Crowley as he woke up on a Wednesday morning.

It was the first time Aziraphale took the other half of the bed, and Crowley had woken up to Aziraphale's breath on his neck and Crowley's hand in his hair. 

Crowley's next thought went vaguely this way: oh god why do I feel tingly?

The process of untangling their arms and legs was intricate and slow. Crowley, in hopes of keeping Aziraphale asleep, shut his mouth tight and pulled faces whenever he heard a sound.

Yessss, thought he, once he had successfully closed the door quietly behind him and went down to the kitchen.

"Grapes, yes yes, old grape extract," he whispered to himself as he found a wine bottle in the shelf.

"No." Crowley had begun audibly narrating his actions and advising himself to complete tasks and forbade himself to do some.

This constant chatter continued all the way through the act of making Aziraphale and himself breakfast.

Aziraphale, who had been woken up by the smell of toast burning, walked down the stairs, to find Crowley clicking his fingers to fix the toast with a miracle.

"Toast, Azira- oh you still have the..." he continued his sentence in the form of hand gestures, circling his hair a few times, then coughing.

"Oh bed head," explained Aziraphale once he had seen his reflection on the microwave. "Oh, but Crowley, thank you for making breakfast."

"Ahh, nah," he said, waving it off, carefully watching him neating his hair.

They both sat down for breakfast, very fancy, mind you, on the sofa, laying out the food on the coffee table.

"You are enthralling when you are half asleep," Crowley stated.

"I need tea, Crowley."

"That is fair. Just as I need grape extract."

Aziraphale nodded and sipped his tea. "Oh I know."

"So you really threatened me last night"

"Mm?"

"If you dare steal the blankets I will put my cold feet on you," he mimicked.

"Well, it worked, did it not?"

"Oh, yes, I was spooked," he mused sarcastically. "We ended up sharing it, you know?"

"I thought you might take it from me after I fall asleep."

"Look it was an accident."

"Very well planned."

"Oh we have to go somewhere today, remember?"

"Oh yes, when is it? 50 years ago?"

"Yup, Greece."

"Oh, if we end up going late and can't be bothered to go back in time a few minutes, then I am not running with you."

"Tiny legs can't keep up?"

"You leisurely stroll is a jog for me!"

"I walk quite slowly."

"Not when you're in a rush."

"Just get a pair of roller skates and hang on to my sleeve, we won't have all day."