[He wobbles, gasping for breath, until she starts to pull him down, at which point he very nearly melts to the floor. His head is swimming, brain scattered, his skin nearly alight under his clothes; when Crowley drapes herself across his lap he nearly groans, leaning into her as his body restores itself to calm.
He loves these moments with her, the safety of her embrace and the affection she lavishes him with. After thousands of years of wishing for even one moment like this, he relishes every time she crawls into his lap or sneaks her arms round his shoulders or, yes, winds the heavy coils of a snake's body around him. It always feels like a blessing, that same sense of peace that soaks down to the soul.
Eyes shut, heartbeat settling a few measures at a time, Aziraphale turns his head blindly to catch one of those light kisses with his own mouth.]
Fucking hell, [he whispers, the kind of astonished and reverent tone people usually reserve for seeing an impossibly majestic sight.]
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And given how much stuff in line with his tastes is French!
Date: 2019-12-15 11:42 pm (UTC)He loves these moments with her, the safety of her embrace and the affection she lavishes him with. After thousands of years of wishing for even one moment like this, he relishes every time she crawls into his lap or sneaks her arms round his shoulders or, yes, winds the heavy coils of a snake's body around him. It always feels like a blessing, that same sense of peace that soaks down to the soul.
Eyes shut, heartbeat settling a few measures at a time, Aziraphale turns his head blindly to catch one of those light kisses with his own mouth.]
Fucking hell, [he whispers, the kind of astonished and reverent tone people usually reserve for seeing an impossibly majestic sight.]