As far as frigid days go in London, this particular day was one of the coldest Crowley had experienced in a long time, and he was not prepared at all. His flat, you see, was not built for chilly days such as the ones London experienced on the daily, much less the particularly gelid ones every once in a decade.

To put it into perspective, it was so cold that Crowley had miracled up a dozen gloves and hats for his houseplants, for they didn't take well at all to cold of any kind, and there were blankets EVERYWHERE, on the floor, all over his throne and most definitely in his room.

Crowley, who was buried by the sheer amount of blankets he had miracled up, was in the mood for something. And he knew exactly what he wanted. Something only Aziraphale had.

-riinnnnggg - riinnnggg -

"Hello, Aziraphale speaking, how may I help you?" came Aziraphale's ever-cheery voice through the speaker.

"Angel, hi." Crowley groaned, his morning voice affecting his speech a bit.

"Crowley, what would you be needing, darling?" Aziraphale asked innocently.

"You know, Angel. It's that. I need that sspecial thing you alwayss sseem to have. I need it NOW. " said Crowley in a slightly desperate undertone that seemed to convey exactly what it was that he so desperately needed.

" Don't you worry Crowley, my dear, I was just about to call and see if you would be up for the same thing. Whenever you want to pop around, it'll be ready for you."

Huskily the demon thanked the angel, and attempted to wriggle his way out of the multitude of blankets that had been placed upon his person, which only resulted in him falling off of his bed and on to the floor in a rather ungracious manner.

Grumbling, he picked himself up off the floor only to be greeted by a gust of cold air from a window that he had somehow forgotten to close, and with that, he scuttled off to his shower, in search of a warm, toasty shower before making his way out to the welcoming warmth that was Aziraphale's bookstore.

He bundled himself up in two jackets, three scarves and maybe six pairs of socks, and waddled out to check on his plants, bid them goodbye and hastily made his way out to his Bentley.

As he exited the apartment, he made a run for the Bentley, and in doing so he slipped on the ice that covered the pavement, and landed straight on his arse, much to the amusement of some school children that just so happened to walk by at that moment.

"Ya think that's funny, eh?" said the miffed demon, trying to get up, but instead falling back down on his butt, which only served to make the kids laugh more.

Eventually Crowley got back on his feet, and cautiously made his way towards the Bentley and slid inside, started the car and drove out onto the road.

"Warnings of ice on the roads in London is no cause for concern, except to drive cautiously on the roads, and to take great care -" crackled the radio.

"This blasted winter, I swear to Satan," grumbled Crowley, as he navigated the icy roads and the cars that seemed as if they would slip at any given second and deliver a nasty blow to the Bentley should they initiate a deadly game of bumper cars.

After what seemed like an eternity to Crowley, he finally pulled up to the bookshop, parked slightly tidier than he normally would have, for fear that one of the cars driving by would deliver a dent or two to his car. He walked inside, slightly slower than he normally would have, and was greeted by a sight that just made his heart melt like it never had before.

A roaring fire, so strong that Crowley could feel it from the doorway, steaming cups set on the table, and sat in one of the two armchairs, resting his feet on the table, was Aziraphale.

"There you are darling, I was wondering when you would show up. Here, allow me." said Aziraphale kindly, as he snapped his fingers, relieving the demon of all his extra garments. Aziraphale patted the seat next to him, an invitation to the demon to sit. Crowley, gaining some sense of control, and walked over to the fire, and sat down in the comfiest seat he had ever had the fortune to sit down in.

Aziraphale handed him a cup of steaming, hot cocoa, and smiled at Crowley in a way that made the demon swoon, and feel like the most fortunate person in the world to experience such love that emanated from that angel on the daily.

If anyone happened to look inside the bookshop at that time, they would have seen what could possibly be the happiest couple in the world that day, sitting inside, with nothing more to warm them than a roaring fire, banter and a cup of hot cocoa.