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[un_fallen]

Morning sunlight creeps gently through a crack between the curtains, illuminating a table, a comfortable-looking chair, a soft rug on the floor. And somehow, it manages to seek out the one position in the room where it can sweetly illuminate a single, peacefully slumbering face.



"Mngk."

He squints without actually opening his eyes, and flails slightly in discomfort. One hand makes contact with something very close by that's solid and faintly warm. Unthinking, Raguel rolls toward it and buries his head in the corner between Warm Thing and the mattress, escaping the nefarious sunbeam.

That's better.

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[aj_crawley]

"I should've been off hourss ago," he mutters, twisting stiffly around to get a look at the clock on the wall, as though it, perhaps, might tell him something different.

[un_fallen]

Raguel folds his arms and looks as imposing as possible when propped up in a bed. Which, to his credit, is pretty imposing.

"Thinking of going somewhere, were you?"

[aj_crawley]

Crowley quails a little, but the clock remains a nagging, guilty presence in the corner of his vision.

"In the morning," he hazards.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

"Don't you even think about it, Crowley."

[aj_crawley]

"On a plane," he protests. "'M not ssodding thick."

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

He looks faintly horrified.

"I hadn't even thought - it's still utterly ridiculous."

[un_fallen]

"Look, believe me, I can understand that you've got duties," he says, rubbing his eyes. "But if they expect to still have an agent here in a day or two, they're just going to have to wait."

[aj_crawley]

Crowley drains the last of his soup and leans gingerly over to place the mug on the bedside table, aware that having it wavering in his hands is not helping his cause.

"Look," he bargains, straightening up. "We'll ssee how I am in the morning, alright?"

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

"We'll see how you are in the morning," Aziraphael agrees (privately adding that he'll still be saying no, naturally).

He swings his legs back over the side of the bed, placing his mug back on the bedside table as he stands.

[un_fallen]

"Yeah, okay," Raguel agrees, trying to catch Aziraphael's eye to imply that in his professional opinion, Crowley is out of his mind and should be kept at Milliways for his own good.

[aj_crawley]

Bereft of the warm mug, Crowley rubs his hands together quickly before tucking them back under the blanket and easing himself down against the pillows once more.

After a moment, a faint snort, and a wry grin.

"You know, if this is all it takes to get you to come home and then insist I stay, you could've said so before."

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Aziraphael's started unbuttoning his shirt again, sure that the soup mugs will be fine on the bedside table until morning, but Crowley's voice stops him. Just for a moment.

Then he continues, shrugging it off his shoulders and folding it neatly, laying it across the chair.

Carefully, "...you'll excuse me if I need a little more time before I find such things amusing."

[aj_crawley]

Crowley gamely represses the urge to tell Aziraphael to 'chill', and instead settles for an "Alright, alright."

He's distracted momentarily by the shifting of the mattress, and a glance confirms his first suspicion: Raguel, slipping into his clothes, probably in the hope of slipping away now, whilst Aziraphael (who would almost certainly insist that Crowley isn't quite yet warm enough) is occupied.

Crowley shoots him a 'you-owe-me-one' look as he disappears, making vague motions suggesting he'll be down the hall before closing the door silently behind him.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Aziraphael looks around as the door closes, looking faintly lost for a moment. Then he shakes his head slightly before unbuttoning his trousers, sliding them off and folding them over the chair.

He circles the bed, the mattress shifting again as he climbs into the space that's still warm from Raguel; Aziraphael tucks his arm around Crowley's waist and rests his forehead against the back of his neck.

"I thought you were - "

A sigh, warm breath against Crowley's back.

"I always want you to stay."

[aj_crawley]

"Well, I know that," he says, burrowing a little deeper under the blankets.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

"Twit."

He smiles against the back of Crowley's neck, affection and relief in his voice.

"Go to sleep."

[aj_crawley]

He's silent a moment, tucking his fingers under his arms as he wonders whether to broach the subject of the first part of his not-terribly-funny joke.

Perhaps not, he thinks, as he feels sleep once again start to sneak up behind his eyes. He's tired, now.

"Yeah," he says.