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Aziraphale had been fidgeting all evening, it was starting the get on Crowley's nerves. Restless through out diner, unable to sit still during the movie, and he keep rearranging his jacket every few feet during their walk. It was only when they had returned to the bookshop and Aziraphale shed his jacket to restlessly pace did Crowley point it out.
"What?" The angel asked, "No, I haven't"
"Yes you have, all night, so what's wrong, Angel?" Crowley said as he sprawled over the couch, as his partner continued to pace.
"Nothing is wrong," Aziraphale rolled his shoulders, "I'm fine, it's just an itch," that phrase had the demon sitting up.
"Just an itch?" He paused looking the other up and down, "it seems like it's more then just an itch,"
"Well it is, so do not worry about it," Aziraphale started to walk away, "I'll just go take care of it, you can wait here,"
Crowley jumped up and followed him "hm, I think not, you know, I'm great at scratching itches" he said wiggling his eyebrows.
Aziraphale abruptly turned around and glared at the demon. "Not that type of itch, my wings just -"
"-oooooh, I can help with that too, ya know," Crowley said, bring out his wings, careful not to knock over any of the piles of books around them, flexing his black wing, "I'm very good at it too"
Aziraphale was momentarily caught up with the display, before he blushed. "Alright then, follow me," and lead Crowley to his bedroom, which has been used more in the last month then any bedroom he has keep in the past 6000 years. "Now before you start, I've have very busy recently, and haven't had time to properly groom them," blush still on his face, it had crawled up to his ears.
"Yes, yes, on with it then," Crowley pushed the angel into the center of the bed, and crawled behind him. When Aziraphale brought them out the demon gasped, "Oh Angel" he said with a hint of amusement in his voice "No wonder you were fidgety, your feathers are over the place." It was true, Aziraphale's wing were in a bad state at the moment.
Aziraphale glared at the giggling demon best he could from over his shoulder "If you're just going to make fun, you can leave" the angel started to stand, before he was pulled back down.
"I promise I won't laugh anymore," Crowley attempted to say with a straight face. He did not succeed. "Calm down and let me help you," there was a few moments of pouting from the angel before he relented.
Once Crowley did get started, his angel stared to relax. If it weren't for the fact that Aziraphale had to sit up for Crowley to have access to his wings, the demon was sure the angel would have been a boneless puddle on the ground. Grooming Aziraphales wings took longer then expected, mostly because Crowley took his time. He was enraptured by how soft and smooth these ivory feathers were, he took the utmost care in arranging them back into place. At the beginning they had been discussing the upcoming changes to the Ritz' menu, but an hour in Aziraphale had trailed off. Humming responses, and quietly nodding when needed. It left a smile on Crowleys face, not that the angel could see.
When Crowley had finished told Aziraphale so the angel had just hummed in response. The demon chuckled to himself and help move the angel to lay on his stomach, when he tried to get up and leave Aziraphale to nap in peace, the angel caught his arm and dragged the demon back down towards the bed. Crowley soon found himself tucked up besides Aziraphale, and under one of his wings. Crowley felt warm and loved, not for the first time since the almost apocalypse, but it was one a of the few times where he felt it so deeply. He shifted a little to stare at his angel, and he smiled. A nap sounded pretty good right about now.