Sharing a Bed
Miracles work in a strange way. For them to work, you must genuinely want something to happen. You can't use a miracle to do something you honestly didn't want to happen. Aziraphale learned this the day after the apocalypse that wasn't, when he went to stay at Crowley's apartment. His destroyed bookshop would need repairing and it wasn't like he had anywhere else to go.
He had offered to miracle up another bed to sleep in, so he wouldn't disturb Crowley. At least, that was the excuse he gave. If he was being honest, he was worried that being so close to Crowley might give him ideas. Ideas that Crowley might like him back. That there might be a chance for them to be something more. More than just friends.
Besides, he didn't really like Crowley in that way. It was a little crush and nothing more.
So, he snapped his fingers…
And nothing happened.
"Is there something wrong with your miracles?" asked Crowley. "Do you think heaven cut of your power?"
"I hope not…"
He snapped his fingers again and his mug of cocoa floated over to him. He could still use miracles… Then why couldn't he miracle this bed into existence?
"Maybe you're just tired?" offered Crowley.
"Maybe… This has never been a problem before though."
Crowley frowned a little. "That is weird. I guess you'll just have to sleep with me then."
Aziraphale couldn't stop himself from blushing as he climbed into bed with Crowley. Crowley was unbothered and out like a light in seconds. Aziraphale quickly joined him.
The next morning, Aziraphale conjured up his handbook. He had read through it when he first received it 6000 years ago but had forgotten most of it. Flicking through a few chapters, he eventually found what he needed.
Underneath the heading The Specifics of Miracle Use was a brief paragraph.
It should be noted that miracles are only successful when the angel in question wants the end result to occur. Otherwise, the miracle simply will not work.
So that's why he couldn't miracle up another bed. Wait… did that mean he wanted to sleep with Crowley. Oh Lord. This was bad. His crush on Crowley was a little deeper than he thought.