Sleeping with a snake was… slightly different but not bad. Aziraphale took care not to roll over at night, and since he wasn’t as used to sleeping as Crowley was, he stayed awake after the first awkward near-roll onto the groggy demon.
Getting Crowley back into his human shape required a lot more patience, though. With his low energy levels it was a delicate manoeuvre at best, and after the first mistrial, Crowley had crawled under he bed cover and not come out for the rest of the day.
Snakes could sulk.
Snakes could pout.
And snakes could really get across the lost and alone puppy dog look if they wanted to.
A soothing and sweet hurt/comfort fanfic.
Overall Rating: +++
Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/198081