Aziraphale sighed and leaned back, stretching out on the couch in the back of his bookstore. Ever since the almost-Apocalypse Crowley had been introducing him to all the pleasures of the world he'd never felt the need to indulge in.

This one was called "sleep."

As Aziraphale arranged his limbs comfortably he heard Crowley's voice in his head.

It's not that hard, angel. Don't over think it, that'll just make it harder. Find somewhere to lie dow – don't interrupt! Find a place to lie. Fine. What? Gah. Okay, okay, new plan. You know that couch in the back room? Go lie down on it. Close your eyes, and just let your consciousness drift. Come on, just try it.

Aziraphale tried. He really did. He closed his eyes and strived to think of nothing, but every time he tried his mind wandered to Crowley. Maybe it was because he wasn't comfortable enough. He tried different positions. He tried turning on a fan and focusing on the sound. After two hours gave up.

While he would never admit it to the demon, he felt a little disappointed. Humans made it look so easy, and clearly Crowley didn't have to put that much effort into it.

He frowned, staring up at the ceiling. Well, as long as he was lying here, he might as well read that new book he'd found …

The front door opened. Aziraphale paused, he was sure he'd locked it. It must be Crowley.

Sure enough, the demon appeared in the doorway. A grin slowly spread across his face. "Practicing are we?"

Aziraphale sat up, "No my dear, giving up."

Crowley walked over, "Oh no you don't, trust me you'll like it."

Aziraphale looked away, feeling a little embarrassed, "I can't do it."

"Sure you can. Here, I'll help." Crowley climbed onto the couch, straddling the angel. He pushed Aziraphale down into the cushions, and then languidly draped himself over his friend. He tucked his face into Aziraphale's neck and nuzzled into the warmth he found there.

Aziraphale stared up at the ceiling, his eyes wide, "Uh, Crowley…"

"Mm?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm sleeping."

"But –"

"Angel, close your eyes."

Aziraphale exhaled, and did as he was told.

"Now, get comfortable."

"With you on top of me?"

"Deal with it."

Aziraphale struggled not to laugh. After a moment he slowly moved his arms, sliding his hands up under the demons jacket to rest at the small of his back.

"That's it." Crowley mirrored Aziraphale's movements, sliding one arm underneath the angel, and another behind his head to grab at the base of his neck. He slid a leg between Aziraphale's. "Now, just be quiet and don't think about anything."

For a moment, Aziraphale almost argued that this was a waste of time, but Crowley tightened his grip in a silent threat and the angel dropped it. He sighed. Well, he thought, it is a little comfortable, and it was nice to be so close to Crowley. The demon had a way of making the angel feel at peace. He closed his eyes.

Suddenly he was alone, and was tangled up in a blanket. What on Earth…

"About time you woke up."

"…Crowley?" The demon was leaning against the doorframe, smirking.

"Sorry to walk out on you. I had an appointment, and I didn't see the need to wake you."

"An appointment?"

Crowley shrugged, "Just a quick temptation." He walked back over to the couch, pulled back the blanket, and entangled himself with the angel once more. He sighed into the angel's neck, "Want to pick back up where we left off?"

"…no?"

"Too bad."