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Paris.
Crowley has been following Aziraphale around the Museum for the last two hours. He is starting to regret buying the Tickets for his Angel, not because he doesn't enjoy Aziraphale being happy but because Airaphale has to stop and read the plaque of every Drawing. And Crowley would be lying if he would say that saving the World did not drain his energy.
“Oh dear, come look at this one!” The Angel called out for the demon.
“I don't even know what I'm looking at.” Crowley said in his usual deprecating voice.
“Well it's a house my love.” The Angel said without looking away from the painting.
Now usually the Demon would argue with the Angel for a few minutes and then they would make a Joke and both of them would laugh but not Today. No, today Crowley was too tired to make jokes. He was ready to leave, maybe drink a lot of alcohol and sleep for at least a week.
Aziraphale was waiting for the usual banter that normally would have followed. After waiting for a minute and getting no stupid response from Crowley he turns around to see if the Demon is okay. And from the outside the Demon would look completely normal, the same as he always looks if it weren't for the one detail. His Cheeks and his nose -or at least what you can see under the Demons beloved sunglasses- are tinted in a sort of reddish pink colour almost as if he were blushing. And to any bystander he would just look flustered but Aziraphale knows Crowley better than that, he knows that the demon is not blushing no, the demon is tired.
“Well it is getting late.” The Angel said after a look on his pocketwatch. “Perhabs we should get some lunch and then head home.”
“Crepes?” The demon asked.
“That sounds lovely. Come on.” The Angel answered and pulled the demon towards the exit.
They end up in a small Cafe not too far away from the Museum, Crowley with the biggest cup of coffee they had to offer and Aziraphale with his beloved Creps. For once Crowley is very happy about the fact that Aziraphale is always so focused on enjoying his food and is not talking with him.
London, Bookshop.
A meal and quick miracle later the both of them are back in the Bookshop. Crowley as always spread out on the couch and Aziraphale in the small kitchen making tea. Them having tea together before they go to bed has become somewhat of a ritual.
“Be careful it is still hot.” The Angel warned as he put down the two cups of tea on the table.
“Thank you Angel.” The demon said not moving.
The Angel sat down on the chair opposite Crowley taking one of the cups in his hands and taking a careful sip of the camomile tea. He miracles over the book lying on his desk and starts reading it out loud, something Crowley secretly loves but would never admit to it.
After a while Aziraphale is pretty sure that the demon has fallen asleep so he puts down the Book and cleans up the tea. It is safe to assume that the Angel was quite surprised to see Crowley awake and in a sitting position when he came back.
“How did you know that I was tired? earlier in the Museum I mean.” The Devil asked, slightly confused.
“Your face blushes when you get tired dear.” The Angel answered. “Now come on, it's time for bed.”
Aziraphale takes Crowley's hand in his own and slowly leads him up the stairs to the bedroom. They get changed in their pyjamas which for Crowley means boxer shorts and a well worn graphic shirt and for Aziraphale a matching yellow pyjama set made of silk.
Together they curl up in bed Aziraphales -and nowadays also Crowley's favorite quilt draped over them. The Angel and demon shared a few lazy kisses before falling asleep. Aziraphale only for a few hours and Crowley for several days.