Honestly staying in that embrace forever sounds pretty blessed good for Crowley, so long as it was at the bookshop or his flat or somewhere. Not here. Chances seem good for more embracing happening in the future, fortunately, which is about the only reason Crowley can make himself let go at all, as much as he does. Which isn't much; one of his arms stays around Aziraphale's waist, and the angel's arm is still on his shoulders. That works.
Aziraphale's eyes are brighter than usual, and he's gone all pink, and Crowley reminds himself that it was him who just said this wasn't where he wanted to do a first kiss, because honestly it's much too tempting. Enough that he almost misses the answer to his question. "How long?" he asks, reaching up with his free hand and twining his fingers through Aziraphale's where they rest on his shoulder. All the ways they can be connected, he wants.
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Date: 2019-09-08 09:09 pm (UTC)Aziraphale's eyes are brighter than usual, and he's gone all pink, and Crowley reminds himself that it was him who just said this wasn't where he wanted to do a first kiss, because honestly it's much too tempting. Enough that he almost misses the answer to his question. "How long?" he asks, reaching up with his free hand and twining his fingers through Aziraphale's where they rest on his shoulder. All the ways they can be connected, he wants.