Static started buzzing on Aziraphale's telephone.
CROWLEY, the voice said, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, CROWLEY.
Crowley stared at the phone, and muttered something Aziraphale wouldn't repeat.
"You know, I'm kind of in the middle of something I'd rather not be interrupted." Crowley told the demon voice snidely. Aziraphale was wondering whether he should be leaving. He took a step back, but Crowley grabbed ahold of his arm. It really was a simple gesture, just getting him to stay, but it was everything to the pair.
CROWLEY. STOP THIS NONSENSE. GET OUT CROWLEY. LEAVE. LEAVE NOW CROWLEY. WHAT ARE YOU DOING CROWLEY?
"Well, I was looking for a Christmas present for someone, then I started snogging them."
DON'T PLAY SMART, CROWLEY, IT DOESN'T SUIT YOU.
"I think that it suits me very well, thank you very much. But I'll be out tying up the phone lines soon enough. Thank you so much for calling." The voice was silent for a while.
DO YOU PROMISE, CROWLEY?
"Of course."
FINE.
The static stopped. Crowley smiled, turning back to the Angel. His Angel. He smiled wider,
"So. I got rid of him. Should we get back to what we were doing?" Aziraphale smiled warmly, and kissed him softly on the forehead. "I'd love to dear, but I should really be getting some sleep." Crowley raised an eyebrow, "Oh? I didn't realize that Angels needed sleep."
"We don't, but once you start to get used to it, it seems that I've started to need it." Aziraphale tilted his head apologetically. Crowley smiled tenderly, "Go, go off to bed then, Angel. I'll be back tomorrow."
"Tomorrow is Christmas Eve."
"I know. I still need a present for you."
"No you don't, dear."
"Of course I do, I would dream of not doing so. I'll go shopping tonight."
Aziraphale laughed softly and kissed Crowley quickly before ducking back into his room.
"Love you, Angel."
He didn't even hear him. And Crowley wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not.
*:*:*:*:*
Aziraphale smiled about the events that day. Not all the events exactly, but two in particular that was making him smile. Not what people would've thought, either. The first was the poem. Aziraphale had always seen poetry as the most open form of writing. And Aziraphale had always seen Crowley as a man who actively tried to hide his emotions, because he was a demon, and he thought that demons couldn't feel the gentler emotions. And his smile. That sweet little affectionate smile of Crowley's. Aziraphale had never seen that innocent smile before. Sure the kiss had been nice (They'd done it before at the Ritz after the apocalypse crisis had been averted), although Aziraphale thought that Crowley showing his softer emotions had been more of a treat.
Aziraphale smiled as he drifted off.
A/N: So girl-with-the-feather-pen actually motivated me to add a second chapter to this. And can I warn you that everything above the *:*:*:*:* was written at one to two in the morning. So... yeah. (Come on, self! Stop saying 'so'!) Sorry. I did that on the authors note of 12 days of supernatural. Which I also wrote at one to two in the mornings. Anywho, please like and comment. Thanks!