Title: Contact
Author: Ligeia / gothikmaus
Fandom: Good Omens
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Rating: PG
Category: Romance, ficlet
Summary: "And, at some point, contact had become pleasant."
Good Omens is © Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. I own nothing. No copyright infringement intended.
Contact had been almost painful at first. Aziraphale always got a headache whenever Crowley was near. He even got a bit sick if the demon got too close. Crowley, on the other hand, couldn't suppress the shivers that started running down his spine as soon as he felt the angel's celestial aura. Once Aziraphale had placed a hand on his forearm and asked him if he was all right. The demon had had fingermarks burned into his skin for a month after that.
But after the first millennium of interaction they had grown accustomed to each other, much like the human body accustoming itself to poison. Small doses, day after day after day, until it becomes immune to it. And, at some point, contact had become pleasant.
Aziraphale ran his hand over Crowley's naked back. He could feel the demon shiver a little, a shiver that had nothing to do with pain. Crowley turned his head and blinked sleepily at him. Aziraphale smiled.
"Good morning."
"Mmh."
The demon snuggled up to him and closed his eyes again.
"Mmh. Warm."
Aziraphale knew he shouldn't encourage Sloth. And spending two whole days in bed could definitely be classified as Sloth. They didn't even need to sleep, despite Crowley always claiming the opposite. But the demon looked so very peaceful when he was sleeping. Aziraphale stroked the nape of his neck. Crowley made a noise that sounded very much like a purr. The angel kissed his forehead and closed his eyes. A few more minutes of rest wouldn't hurt anyone.
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June 2005