Day 13 - 291 words - Prompt: water

Usually Aziraphale had much better things to do with his time than waste it sleeping.

However, sometimes the night was cold and damp and as much as he enjoyed curling up in front of a fire with a cup of tea, soft blanket and good book…. Well. He avoided building a fire these days after catching a haunted look on his dears face before it could get smoothed away.

So. Even on the nights he was here alone, he refrained, instead bundling up in the bed they'd recently come to share*

* Once there had been two and Crowley had looked so pleased with himself.

He'd dozed off at some point, nestled in the blankets and pillows, not completely awoken my the creaking if floor boardes and the soft while of the door opening to lets the Serpent slip into the room.

Crowley shuffled about, rain soaked jacket dumped to the side as he miracled himself into dry silk jams hair damp but no longer dripping. Even with limbs, slithering was the only term that could describe the way he crawled down the length of the bed, pressing a cold nose into angel curls, grinning at the grumbles it caused.

"I imaging your hands are cold too?"

"Like ice cubes"

"Get under the covers you ridiculous demon" he grumbled, pulling the blankets free so Crowley could twist in under his arm. Frozen toes immediately pressed between warm calves and fridged fingers slide up the back of a nightshirt as the angel jolted awake with a grumble. White wings manifested, unhindered by mortal things like blanket and clothes and wrapped Crowley up tight to trap him in the warmth below

"Did you have a good night dear."

"Marvelous. You wouldn't have approved at all."

"Guess i'll have my work cut out for me come morning"