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After the incident with the door, Aziraphale decided that simply miracleing a book to him was easier than having to risk getting stuck in the narrow doorway again. Often now, he miracled himself into other rooms now instead of walking through the doorways in fear of getting stuck again. Crowley didn't see any problems with this, nor did Aziraphale; the only thing they had agreed upon was that Aziraphale would have to tell Crowley when he was going to move from one room to another. Besides that, nothing had changed in their routine, Crowley still cooked and enjoyed every second with Aziraphale as Aziraphale enjoyed the pure bliss of Crowley's cooking and having him with him after not seeing him for months.
Aziraphale rested with his back against the sofa, he was letting his stomach rest after the large lunch that Crolwey just made him. His shirt button up shirt was straining at the buttons around his rotund gut. His trousers button looked close to popping at any minute; the sofa beneath his creaked loudly under his weight, sounding as though one day, and that day being any day now, it would break beneath him. Crowley had taken notice to the sofa a while ago, but even with minor miracles, it still creaked.
Aziraphale massages the top of his stomach trying to relief some of the pressure and tightness of his gut. His face was a touch pink, he felt a little sick to his stomach from being overfull; however, with how much he had overeaten in the last few months, he should have been used to the feeling of being stuffed to the brim. He was hiccupping helplessly, which made him worry that his trousers and shirt buttons were going to snap off if he moved anymore.
The sound of dishes clanking in the kitchen informed Aziraphale that Crowley was cleaning up the kitchen, mostly shifting everything around in the fridge and moving the dishes around and putting them back into the cabinets. After the final cabinet closed, Crolwey stepped out into the living room and took a seat next to Aziraphale on the sofa and gestured his hands to the stomach that took up an immense amount of space.
"Be my guest," Aziraphale said.
Crowley leaned over carefully and began to knead his tight tummy, feeling how tight and hard it felt to the touch. Aziraphale relaxed further into the sofa as he knead the top of his stomach as Crowley kneaded the parts of his stomach that he could no longer reach in his limited grasp.
"You alright angel?" Crowley asked, which Aziraphale nodded.
"I'm in my own slice of heaven being here with you."
Crowley kissed the top of his stomach and began to knead the stomach a bit more, which caused Aziraphale to melt into the touch as much as Crolwey was.