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#075 Ephemeral - Angel of the Morning - Good Omens
Title: Angel of the Morning
Fandom: Good Omens
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: PG-13
Words: 346
Characters/Pairing: Aziracrow
Summary: Crowley is still not a morning person. Aziraphale gets him up anyway (pun intended).
Notes: Part of my "Heaven on Earth" series, but all you have to know is that they have been stripped of their angel and demon powers and are human now.
Crowley was happily in the arms of Morpheus when something unwelcome gradually intruded on the peace of the dark bedroom. He cautiously opened his eyes only to abruptly shut them tightly at the influx of blinding light as the curtains on the window were flung open.
"Wake up, sleepyhead!" his husband called in a cheerfully unrepentant voice.
"No…" Crowley moaned unhappily, turned onto his side, and pulled the pillow over his head.
Aziraphale annoyingly yanked it away. "This beautiful morning is ephemeral; you don't want to miss it!"
Crowley glared with one squinting eye. "Ephemeral?! It will return tomorrow, and also the day after that, and after that, ad nauseam…" Now that the pillow was gone, he put his arm over his eyes. Even though he was no longer a demon of the dark, he remained a night owl. In turn, Aziraphale was his angel of the morning. Still yin and yang in every way. Still fitting perfectly.
Aziraphale paused. It was obvious and calculated; Crowley could feel it.
"I believe I saw Millicent walking her dog in this direction."
Crowley jumped out of bed like he was spring-loaded, a moment later standing in the middle of the room wide awake. "I swear, if she lets that mutt have a bathroom break on my ficus again…" Realization hit, and he glowered at his husband. "You lied, didn't you?" Aziraphale's twinkling eyes were confirmation. "You don't even feel guilty about it," he accused.
"I'm not an angel anymore; I don't have to feel guilty."
"You owe me for that," Crowley declared. Now that he was up, there was only one thing to be done for it. He began plotting."Breakfast?"
Aziraphale nodded. "Belgian waffles with fresh fruit, if we eat on the veranda."
"Massive amounts of caffeine?"
"Of course."
Crowley moved closer, crowding Aziraphale until he fell back on the bed, then followed him, leaning over his supine form. "You?"
"Always," Aziraphale answered, pulling him down.
The morning was the same length as always, but they did miss this one. Neither one minded.
There was always tomorrow.
Fandom: Good Omens
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: PG-13
Words: 346
Characters/Pairing: Aziracrow
Summary: Crowley is still not a morning person. Aziraphale gets him up anyway (pun intended).
Notes: Part of my "Heaven on Earth" series, but all you have to know is that they have been stripped of their angel and demon powers and are human now.
Crowley was happily in the arms of Morpheus when something unwelcome gradually intruded on the peace of the dark bedroom. He cautiously opened his eyes only to abruptly shut them tightly at the influx of blinding light as the curtains on the window were flung open.
"Wake up, sleepyhead!" his husband called in a cheerfully unrepentant voice.
"No…" Crowley moaned unhappily, turned onto his side, and pulled the pillow over his head.
Aziraphale annoyingly yanked it away. "This beautiful morning is ephemeral; you don't want to miss it!"
Crowley glared with one squinting eye. "Ephemeral?! It will return tomorrow, and also the day after that, and after that, ad nauseam…" Now that the pillow was gone, he put his arm over his eyes. Even though he was no longer a demon of the dark, he remained a night owl. In turn, Aziraphale was his angel of the morning. Still yin and yang in every way. Still fitting perfectly.
Aziraphale paused. It was obvious and calculated; Crowley could feel it.
"I believe I saw Millicent walking her dog in this direction."
Crowley jumped out of bed like he was spring-loaded, a moment later standing in the middle of the room wide awake. "I swear, if she lets that mutt have a bathroom break on my ficus again…" Realization hit, and he glowered at his husband. "You lied, didn't you?" Aziraphale's twinkling eyes were confirmation. "You don't even feel guilty about it," he accused.
"I'm not an angel anymore; I don't have to feel guilty."
"You owe me for that," Crowley declared. Now that he was up, there was only one thing to be done for it. He began plotting."Breakfast?"
Aziraphale nodded. "Belgian waffles with fresh fruit, if we eat on the veranda."
"Massive amounts of caffeine?"
"Of course."
Crowley moved closer, crowding Aziraphale until he fell back on the bed, then followed him, leaning over his supine form. "You?"
"Always," Aziraphale answered, pulling him down.
The morning was the same length as always, but they did miss this one. Neither one minded.
There was always tomorrow.