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The next morning, Aziraphale woke warm and happy, curled up next to Crowley in Crowley’s bed. Crowley shifted a bit, muttering in his sleep as Aziraphale started to wake up fully. Aziraphale turned to look up to the man he’d fallen to sleep with, a warm fluttering of butterflies stirring in his stomach.
“Crowley, are you awake?”
“No. Sleep.” Crowley muttered, pulling Aziraphale into him. Aziraphale chuckled as Crowley’s nose brushed his neck.
“Your nose is cold.” Aziraphale said.
“Warm under blankets. Stay.” Crowley muttered.
“Mmm, as lovely as that sounds, I’d like food.”
“Pfft, food. What’s that?” Crowley muttered in reply, loosening his grip only slightly.
“I’ll make us both some toast.” Aziraphale began to pull away. “How does that sound?”
“Like my idea better.”
“You can stay here.” Aziraphale moved up to kiss Crowley’s cheek.
Crowley hummed happily in reply, cracking open his eyes. He wrapped his arm around Aziraphale’s waist tightly once more, reaching his hand to stroke Aziraphale’s beard. “Fuck, you’re a gorgeous thing to wake up to.”
“Says you.” Aziraphale countered. “Am I allowed to leave from the bed now?”
“No.” Crowley pulled him tighter, causing Aziraphale to chuckle. “You’re staying here with me so that I can have my way with you.”
“Crowley.” Aziraphale chuckled as Crowley started kissing about him. “Stop that.”
Crowley sighed and pulled off.
“You’re a minx.” Aziraphale glared at him.
Crowley hummed: “I much prefer daemon.”
Aziraphale glared, pulling off the end of the bed.
“Angel, come back.” Crowley pouted, waving desperately to get Aziraphale back.
“I’m getting dressed and some breakfast for us,” Aziraphale replied, ignoring Crowley’s pleas.
Crowley mumbled sadly upon being left, sulking.
/
After some time of staying under the blankets; Aziraphale seemingly not returning, Crowley groaned and pushed out of bed to get up, sighing in defeat.
“Fine, I’m up. Happy?” Crowley declared as he entered the kitchen, where Aziraphale had put freshly warmed toast onto plates. He was also dressed in a colourful knit Christmas sweater.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” Crowley asked, coming over.
“It’s a Christmas sweater,” Aziraphale replied.
“It sure is something. You look silly as fuck.”
“Oh…well…uh….”
Crowley wrapped a hand around Aziraphale’s waist, pulling him close. “I want to fuck you.”
“Oh! Don’t you have a child to pick up?”
“He’ll love to spend a few more minutes with his friend.” Crowley countered, smirking menacingly. Aziraphale caved to surrendering all too easily.
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They were back in the bed a few seconds later, Crowley curled up next to Aziraphale, caressing his front.
“Do you really have to leave?” Crowley pouted. “At least stay for Christmas. It’s tomorrow, after all.”
“I don’t know,” Aziraphale replied. “Won’t it look strange to Warlock, me staying?”
“We can lie and say your car has troubles.”
“You’re okay with lying to him about that, but not Santa?”
“It’s different.” Crowley puffed out.
Aziraphale smiled in reply. “Oh, it is all too tempting.”
“That’s a yes then.” Crowley moved to kiss him, and Aziraphale caved.
“Fine, yes. Very well.” Aziraphale replied, to which Crowley smiled in success of getting his way.
/
When they were properly ready, they headed out to retrieve Warlock, walking there. Apparently, the Young’s home wasn’t far, and the weather was still fairly nice.
“What sort of things do you do to celebrate the holiday?” Aziraphale inquired Crowley.
Crowley shrugged. “Play games together, I guess. Watch a movie.”
“Well, maybe Warlock would like to go skating with us. Maybe we’ll be better now.”
In the Young’s home, everyone was smiling almost too knowingly at the pair when they came inside.
“Did you have fun, Warlock?” Aziraphale asked, and the boy nodded.
“Did you and Crowley enjoy your night out?” Warlock asked, his voice filled with intent.
“I say we rather did.” Aziraphale looked tentatively up at Crowley, who avoided his gaze.
“Come on, Warlock. We must get heading on now.” Crowley urged. “Say your thankyous and goodbyes.”
The boy jumped to the action, and when he had they started out the door.
Outside, Aziraphale spoke up. “Warlock, it seems I’m to be spending Christmas with you.”
“Really?!” Warlock turned to him, his eyes wide with delight.
“Yes, my car…it um… needs work.” Aziraphale lied hesitantly, hating doing so. “So I thought we all could go skating together today.”
“Yes!” Warlock perked up and ran over to hold Aziraphale’s hand. He started skipping excitedly along the way they walked.
Aziraphale smiled at Crowley, who smiled in return, and they walked to the park. They had a wonderful time skating then; it was much fun indeed. After some skating, they returned to Crowley’s home to play games, eat food, and watch more Christmas movies.
“When will your car be fixed?” Warlock asked Aziraphale back at the house.
“By the end of today, Shadwell said,” Crowley spoke up.
Warlock’s face fell a bit at that.
“But I shall stay a bit and join in your Christmas celebrations tomorrow how about.” Aziraphale smiled to the boy, causing him to perk up.
They had a grand Christmas dinner that night, and Aziraphale and Warlock pitched in to help. Although Crowley didn’t like to have everyone bustling about in his space, he warmed to see Warlock had taken to Aziraphale so fondly.
After dinner, they settled back into the living room to watch It’s a Wonderful Life. Warlock had fallen asleep against Crowley’s body. Crowley smiled fondly upon the boy, brushing his hair back before picking up the brandy he’d poured him and Aziraphale.
“A nice, sweet end to the day.” Aziraphale turned to Crowley, smiling to find the boy’s eyes closed.
Crowley hummed in reply.
Aziraphale turned to continue watching the old film, sipping his brandy. He was feeling warm and cozy in the home, under the blankets of the couch. It almost felt warm and cozy like his home, but not lonely at all.
“Crowley.” Aziraphale turned slowly to him, pulling his brandy glass down between his hands.
Crowley hummed, looking up to him.
“Could you be happy to…spend time with someone… not talking?”
“Well, as long as I’ve got some alcohol.” Crowley swirled his brandy around, smiling at Aziraphale. “Eh, I mean it though. Sounds nice to me when this kid is always negging me.” He gestured to where Warlock was slumped up against him.
Aziraphale chuckled. “Oh, but he’s such a good kid.”
“Once you get to know him, you realize he’s the spawn of Satan.”
Aziraphale chuckled more, turning his head to stare back at the screen.
Crowley gathered Warlock up to carry him to his room when the movie ended. Aziraphale couldn’t help but smile at the adorable sight.
“Sleep well.” Crowley offered Aziraphale with a gentle smile. “I know that couch is not exactly comfortable, but…”
Aziraphale nodded in understanding. They couldn’t share a bed again that night and alert Warlock.
“It will suffice. Thank you.” Aziraphale replied.
With that, Crowley walked off carrying Warlock with him.