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"The Morning After"

Aziraphale woke up in a dark room. He briefly wondered where he was, then remembered. And blushed.

He was in Crowley's flat. Crowley's room.  Crowley's bed.

He heard a yawn beside him, and a mumble that sounded vaguely like his name. Then, an arm snaked around his torso.

Aziraphale wondered if going clubbing would have been a better idea. The thought of Crowley drunk made him immediately banish that thought. Crowley was lecherous enough sober.

The arm tightened and Crowley snuggled into Aziraphales shoulder. Aziraphale thought Crowley looked cute asleep. Not thinking up ways to make the world a more miserable place to live. "Though," he thought, "Crowley had been leaving that to people more and more, and interfering less and less."

His train of thought was interrupted by a mumbled, 'love you, Zira'. His eyes shot open and he sat bolt upright, which startled Crowley awake.

"Wha...what are you doing, Zira?"

"What kind of dream were you just having?"

"A good one that I would like to get back to, if you don't mind."

"Who was it about?"

"Why?" retorted Crowley, sounding on the verge of panic.

"You talk in your sleep. Who, Crowley?"

".........."

"Crowley..." A warning.

Something inaudible from Crowley.

"What was that?"

"You!"

A pause. Then, "Oh. One more question."

Crowley sighed. "What?"

"Do you love me?"

"What? Why would you ask that?"

"Because, before you woke up, you said, 'love you, Zira'. That's what startled me."

Another sigh. "Oh. Right. That. Well, sort of. Yes." Crowley looked down at the covers. "Madly."

Aziraphale's eyes widened for a moment, then he smiled sweetly at Crowley. He reached over and tilted Crowley's chin, then gave him a small, chaste kiss. "Let's go back to sleep, Crowley."

They lay back down with Aziraphale's back to Crowley. The arm was back around his waist

"Zira?"

"Yes, Crowley dear?"

"Do you, um..."

"Crowley, if I didn't love you do you think what happened last night would have happened at all?"

"Er, no?"

"Exactly." Crowley kissed his shoulder and his arm, and the back of his neck. Then he kissed the place he had found that drove Aziraphale crazy, just under his earlobe.

"Crowley, want to go back to sleep?"

"Yes," came the innocent reply.

"Then I suggest you not do that, or you won't be sleeping the rest of the day."

"Promise?"

"You truly are evil, dear."

"You know it."

A/N: I hope you liked this short, sappy, sorry excuse for a fic.  If not, oh well. Let me know what you think