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A/N: Technically, it's already 2nd of December, albeit very early so. And, seeing as I already have the second chapter written, I might just as well post it, right? So, enjoy!

Chapter 2:

Morning Musings

Crowley awoke slowly. For a moment he just lay exactly where he was, not even bothering to open his eyes, enjoying the warmth that surrounded him from every direction. Then he turned to hide his face in the pillow for a while of more sleep. (After all, demons were certainly entitled to some laziness.)

However, instead of the soft pillow, his face encountered something just as soft but definitely more pleasant. Opening his eyes, he saw a large white wing right in front of him. Reaching out a hand, he stroked the shiny feathers, enjoying the silky feel of the familiar appendages.

A slight smile rose to Crowley's lips. It was always like this. Aziraphale had managed to get accustomed to sleeping, thanks to Crowley's never-ending efforts of tiring him out every night. However, the angel wasn't still actually used to it. Therefore, almost every night Aziraphale slept he woke up to find his wings out as his control of them had disappeared during the night. The wings only appeared when Aziraphale dreamed of flying, but, as he was an angel, he dreamed of flying almost every night. Therefore, Crowley was now rather used to waking up to a fully winged angel. And did he like it, too.

After a moment he felt the wing under his hand twitching a bit as Aziraphale began to wake up. Indeed, not much later he found himself looking into a pair of azure blue eyes. "Morning, beautiful," he drawled, a smirk finding its way to his face even without trying. "Slept well?"

A tiny flush rose to the angel's absolutely adorable cheeks. "What do you think?" Aziraphale asked as sharply as he could, which was not really very sharp as he was still half asleep. "I slept like a log, which is not a surprise, considering how long you kept me awake."

"My, my, Angel, I'm shocked. Such insinuations from one as pure as you are. Am I truly that horrible an influence?" Smiling lazily, Crowley then leant forward to place a light kiss on the angel's cheek. "You're cute when you blush," he said teasingly, inwardly cheering as his comment made the angel blush even more.

"Oh, shut up," muttered Aziraphale, halfheartedly swinging an arm to the demon's direction. He then sat up on the bed, blinked, and was instantly awake. To Crowley's disappointment he almost immediately withdrew his wings. Although the demon loved his own well groomed, elegantly black wings and wouldn't have changed them for anything, he also loved the angel's pearly white wings. Or, rather, he loved touching them. And especially much he loved the sounds the angel made when he touched them.

"So, watcha doing today?" asked Crowley then lazily, actually bothering to make sure he was awake as well. "Do you have anything important to do? Or do I have you all to myself for the whole day?"

"Yes, I have something important to do, and no, you can't have me to yourself," Aziraphale replied, standing up and searching for his clothes. Crowley noticed with some satisfaction that while the angel still insisted on actually dressing himself, he did miracle the clothes clean and smooth. Oh, he was definitely rubbing off on the angel. Not too much, of course, but a bit. Just enough.

"And what's so important you'd rather do it than be with me?" he whined. It wasn't that he couldn't spend a day away from his angel, it was just that he preferred not to. Aziraphale was so much fun.

"If you've failed to notice, it'll be Christmas in just a few days," replied Aziraphale lightly. "So, quite obviously, I'll be preparing your present. Or, more precisely, I'm trying to decide just what to get to you," he added with a slight smile. He looked happy. He was always happy when it was Christmas time.

Crowley muttered something indecent under his breath, then stood up and wished he had clothes on. And, naturally, he had, although the clothes were rather surprised as of how on Earth they had got there. Taking his sunglasses from where they lay on top of the bedside drawer, he placed them on his nose, hiding his eyes from view. Although at first he had been rather uncomfortable displaying them at all, having grown accustomed to wearing his glasses everywhere and anywhere, he had lately taken to not hiding his eyes from Aziraphale. The angel didn't seem bothered by the snakelike appearance of his eyes, and Crowley had to admit that it was good to see everything brighter every once in a while.

He now bid a hurried goodbye to his angel, hardly even hearing the happy response that was sent his way. There was only one thought in his mind, one that was very difficult to ignore.

Christmas was in a few days. And he didn't have a gift for his angel.

Whoever damn it all.

A/N: Whoops... Rather big a mood swing Crowley has there, don't you agree?

Next chapter:

Some angels appear. None of them is Aziraphale. (Well, not directly, anyway.)