Disclaimer: Nope, no, don't own it.
A/N: Yet another...drabble! XD This was supposed to be a oneshot, but I couldn't seem to get the timing and flow right, so it turned into...this.
not supposed to
Aziraphale looked at Crowley, who was sprawled close to him on a spacious bed and sleeping, the angel's eyebrows knitted together in a frown. He'd been thinking a lot lately; about how even though he was an angel, and Crowley was a demon, they were still maintaining this…this thing, between them.
It bothered him because in the back of his mind, there was voice that whispered to him, "Angels aren't supposed to collect books, like human beings, or prevent the Apocalypse; they're supposed to be good and heavenly and divine," and, as an afterthought, it would normally add, "and they also aren't supposed to fall in love with demons."
But then Crowley turned over and started snoring softly, and Aziraphale couldn't help but grin. He'd already disobeyed his superiors and tried to prevent the Apocalypse, hadn't he? And didn't he swear and said, "Fuck," like no ordinary angel would've done, right before he was summoned to Heaven? Well, then:
"Fuck it," he said.
Maybe Crowley was starting to rub off on him.
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