I was immediately inspired after reading the tumbler post from Meanwhile at The Cottage. Love, love, love this account, and the others. If you haven't followed them, please do so, It's pure fluff from our favorite couple.
Crowley let out a content sigh followed by a well satisfied smirk as he looked at his work before him. If he were to say it was anything but perfect, he would simply be lying to himself. "Angel." He called out as he fixed a bow on one of the branches.
"Oh," Aziraphale smiled, "it looks wonderful my dear."
The demon crossed his arms and, with one last glance at the Christmas tree before him, he turned to face his husband. "I said I could do it. No miracles. What's that?" He pointed at a bowl in the angel's hands.
"No." The angel handed him a freshly baked biscuit. "As I recall you said I was doing it wrong and ushered me away."
Crowley ate his biscuit in one mouthful and shrugged. "You, ngk, were adding too much twinkle."
"Twinkle?"
"Exactly." He reached for another biscuit only for his hand to be slapped away.
"These," Aziraphale turned slightly away, covering the bakery goodness from his demon, "are for the party tonight."
"Ugh, do we really have to follow though? It's bad enough you agreed to host the damn thing."
"You know I did not want to but, erm, Maggie insisted on it. Said the shop is the only one on the street with cozy Christmas vibes." Aziraphale informed as he looked up at the tree. "Darling love."
Crowley made his way to his angel and snaked his arm around him, successful in his biscuit retrieving task. "Mm?"
"You forgot the Christmas topper."
Crowley looked back and cocked his head to the side. "I was thinking of a star or an owl."
"Owl?"
"I saw it on the telly. They had an owl with a hat…top hat."
Aziraphale pursed his lips. "Why not an angel?"
Crowley turned to his husband and narrowed his brow. "Would it not be ironic to have an angel on top?"
Aziraphale clicked his tongue and replied with a simple, "I don't hear you complaining when an angel is topping you."
The demon's breath hitched as his lovely husband gave him a quick peck on the lips and made his way back into the makeshift kitchen. The demon stared at the angel as he retreated, his all too skinny jeans becoming even more constricted as his mind wandered to the previous night. He licked his lips and followed the angel into the kitchen, wondering if anyone objected to a demon topping instead.