There was something about Aziraphale. Something he had not noticed yet.

Crowley was tapping his fingers on the side table as he was splayed on his favourite chair.

He could not stop looking at the popped open fly of Aziraphale's pants. The white hairs of his happy trail were jutting out of his boxer shorts which attested to their length. The lower torso pudge he had down there was pushing to get revealed. It had almost pushed the zipper half way.

Aziraphale was dusting unaware about his trousers situation and Crowley could feel something sticky and hot on himself at the same spot he could not stop glaring.

He wets his mouth.

"Angel-"

He doesn't want it to stop but also he has to say it because he loves Aziraphale and he needs to communicate with him about...problems.

"Yes Crowley what is it?"

God the pudgy skin bounced out as he turned to look at Crowley. God. The zipper is fully down. God.

Crowley felt his insides splitting.

"Um-" his voice got higher. "Your button."

"My button?" Aziraphale looks at his vest.

Crowley's skin becomes pink.

He can't see below his fat tummy. Oh their fucking God.

"Angel? Do you feel something-" glottal sounds escaped him with words,"down below?"

As Aziraphale shuffles around the pants slide down from his butt.

"Ngk UGH."

"Are you alright Crowley?" Aziraphale thankfully caught it before it fell and doomed Crowley again.

"Button, front, Please!" he yelled hiding his face in his hands.

Some more shuffling and then Aziraphale exclaims "Oh".

A zipper is pulled up and a button is pushed through its hole again hiding everything.

Crowley saw it all through a hole between his fingers.

Aziraphale laughs and puts the feather duster down on a shelf.

He walks towards Crowley who is still emotional.

"My sweet. How long have you been watching?" And he kisses the fingers pulling them apart from Crowley's face. He hugs him and Crowley leans on him.

"T's embarrassing how much angel."

"Tell me anyway."

"'N hour or so."

"Ohhh. I could keep it open regularly if it distracted a demon for an hour." Crowley could feel the rumble in Aziraphale's gut as he said it.

Crowley felt fingers padding along his trousers and one circled his button.

"Um?"

"Oh I just thought I would see what you saw"

"Angel," Crowley's glossa was fighting for it's life to roll words, "it was an accident, I didn't actually-"

The sharp pitch noise of the zipper falling was accompanied by his hair getting electrified to stiff peaks.

"Mm love what I'm seeing" and he gives him a soft kiss on his lips. He kisses back slightly.

The hair is red and there's no sign of fat but Aziraphale admires just the same.

A hand is placed on the hair and combs through it upwards.

Aziraphale goes to kneel but Crowley pulls him up.

"Aziraphale"

"Hm?"

"Please, no. Forgive me."

"Absolutely my dear, I'm sorry I get carried away. Do you want to?"

"Yeag. Buttoning up now." Crowley lets out a long exhale and clears his throat as with deft fingers he locks it up.

The big father clock signalled five pm.

" Oh Crowley it's almost supper time."

"Nn yeah" he fixed the pants around his waist.

Said waist got an arm wrapped around it and Aziraphale was close to his face again.

His eyes said that he will get what he was denied but his smile eased his heart a bit.

It was warm; them like this together.

If Crowley was not mortified by Aziraphale suggesting, he would enjoy this.

"A walk and then, supper, dear?"

"Ssounds good."

"Great" and the warmth dissipates as Aziraphale drags Crowley outside and locks the bookshop.

Some of the warmth remains in their hand holding.