You Sleep Talk

Aziraphale looked down at the floor, a blush creeping across his face. Ever since him and Crowley had become more sexually active, they've been discussing their kinks. Aziraphale thought this was the most embarrassing of all.

"Somnophilia," Aziraphale blurted out, the pressure of Crowley's gaze finally closing in on him.

Crowley's eyebrows raised, his mouth making an o shape.

"You're quite the kinky angel, now aren't you?" Crowley chuckled as he said it.

"Yeah, but, I like being woken up that way," Aziraphale stared at his fingers, watching as they fidgeted and picked his skin.

"Even better," Crowley rolled forward on the chair he was sitting on. He put a finger underneath Aziraphale's chin, forcing him to look directly into Crowley's eyes. "Do I have permission to wake you up that way? When my dreams are getting rather...hot?"

"Yes," Aziraphale gulped, looking directly into Crowley's eyes. "I've had dreams about you doing that. I understand we don't need to sleep, but it's so endearing to be woken up in that way."