"Never buy you flowers, got it." he smiled. Crowley thought it was funny anyway, but he often was the only one to laugh at his own jokes. He crawled up beside the angel, waiting for him to settle in before curling up beside him. The air was a little chilly, after all, there was certainly and excuse to share body heat. 

Carefully, without much warning, his arm crept around Aziraphale's midsection to hold himself close. Maybe a little too late, Crowley whispered, "Is this okay?"