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038. Touch
The grass was soft under his back.
Aziraphale really enjoyed this, little silent moments away from humanity. Since Jesus' days they had spread so far, invading new areas faster than he could have ever imagined they would. Humans were exciting creatures, really, but sometimes they were also tiring.
Fortunately he still could steal a moment just for himself every now and then. Like now, enjoying a rare sunny day, lying in the middle of a lush meadow, naked and unashamed. (Not that there was much for him to be ashamed about in his nakedness, being sexless as he was.)
Then, he felt it. First the light flicker of a forked tongue against his ankle, then the rasp of scales moving along his skin. Moving his gaze from the beautiful blue sky he saw the head of the snake settling to rest on his leg before starting to move again.
"What exactly are you trying to achieve, you vile serpent?" asked Aziraphale, more amusement than annoyance in his voice. "Are you trying to seduce me, perchance? In such an attempt you would be sorely disappointed, as I have no desire for bestiality."
"Isss that all you ever think of?" hissed Crowley. He soon moved past the rather uninteresting sexless groin, then let his head rest on Aziraphale's stomach. "You're jussst warm. Lovely lovely warm."
"Well, it's nice to know I can be of help somehow," Aziraphale snorted, returning his gaze to the sky. "Even if it is only to keep a demon warm and comfortable."
"Hey, it'sss a good deed to help sssomeone," Crowley replied. "Nobody ever sssaid it'd have to be a human, did they? Or another angel?" With a small, content hiss, he moved further, his head now coming up to Aziraphale's chest. "Angel warmth, mmm. It'sss ssso good."
This time, Aziraphale didn't bother to reply. He just settled one hand on top of Crowley's head, scratching the shiny scales slightly. Crowley let out a content hiss, the end of his tail twitching at its location near Aziraphale's ankle, his body forming curves all over the angel's legs and torso.
For some time they just lay there, neither saying a word. Aziraphale enjoyed the silence and beauty of the summer day, while Crowley enjoyed the beams of sun and the angel's body heat. Neither of them could be bothered to move.
Finally, though, Crowley broke the silence. "You know, angel," he said, "we really aren't behaving like we're sssupposssed to. Like an angel and a demon, I mean. Even right now, I could be ssseducing you."
"Would you rather be a 'normal' demon, then?" asked Aziraphale. He waited for an answer for some time, but Crowley remained silent. Finally, the angel just smiled. "That's rather what I thought."
"An average demon hasss two brain cellsss who ssswim around in their head and never meet," Crowley hissed. "Don't you dare compare me with them!"
"Or what? You'll bite me?" Aziraphale grinned. "I always wondered about that, you know. You look more like the kind of a snake who'd throttle their victims, not use venom. Yet I know very well you are poisonous – even when you aren'you're your snake form."
"Only when I want to be," muttered Crowley. "I don't like the word spreading around about that, though. There are some demons who would find it incredibly amusing."
"Then you'll have to hope I never tell them about it, won't you?" Aziraphale asked, grinning a bit. As the snake hissed threateningly, he then chuckled, resuming his former scratching of the scaled head. "Do not worry. You are the only demon I have any dealings with on a regular basis."
"I ssshould hope ssso," Crowley hissed. "When they've put me on charge of Earth, they'd damn well better keep anybody elssse off my turf or I'll be forced to make any intrudersss leave with my own meansss."
"Oh, come on now, Crowley," Aziraphale said. "It's not like we're the only ones on Earth and you know it. We couldn't be, with the rate the population is growing with. We are just the, well, permanent staff here. We're keeping an eye on things, making sure none of the temporary workers cause trouble, that sort of thing. It's not like you could tempt every human into sin all by yourself, or like I could lead them all to salvation all by myself."
"Ssstill, I don't want anybody elssse on my area," hissed Crowley. "Hey, I can't help it! I'm a demon. We're possssessssive. It'sss a part of the bloody job description."
"That's what you always say," Aziraphale remarked. "Everything's a part of the job description if you want to get away with it. Do tell me, has any kind of an official job description ever been written down for demons?"
"Of courssse not. And neither hasss any been written for you angelsss," replied the demon dryly. "You ussse it all the time, too. 'Angelsss don't ssswear,' 'angelsss don't walk around naked,' 'angelsss don't have any fun,' all part of the job dessscription?"
"I am naked at the very moment," Aziraphale pointed out. "Or is it the walking part that makes it matter? And I do object to that last remark. I have fun on a quite regular basis. Just because it doesn't match with your definition of 'fun' doesn't make it any less enjoyable."
"Yesss, you are naked. But you are alssso sssexlessss. What'sss the point in being naked if you reveal nothing?" Crowley slithered a bit further on Aziraphale's chest, the forked tongue flickering against the angel's jaw. "One day, I'll get you drunk, angel. And that day, you'll sssee what it isss like to really have fun."
"You keep saying that," Aziraphale said. "I'll await with baited breath the day you actually manage to do it. Besides, I seriously doubt being drunk makes life that much better."
"Jussst wait until you sssee it for yourself," Crowley said. "Then you'll know what you've been missssing all this time."
"Well, I've managed to live this far without experiencing it. I'm sure I'll survive until then."
"Ssspoilsssport." Crowley flickered his tongue one last time, then calmed down, resting his head under Aziraphale's still scratching fingers.
Aziraphale looked up to the sky. It was blue, bright, and far, far away.
The grass was soft under his back. And the snake was cold on his skin.
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