For several eternal moments he watches her stare at the sign, watches her wide unblinking eyes; at her gasp he shifts in closer, instinctively, his first priority keeping her steady.
Then she touches his cheek, with the same wondering light in those gold eyes as the moment after Aziraphale had dared to make his feelings clear, and his heart gives the same sort of dizzy lifting leap.
His arms are around her before her glasses hit the ground.
Crowley’s tears sting his skin, just a little; even with his eyes closed Aziraphale is strangely aware of how those tears must glitter as they run down her cheeks and cling to her eyelashes. He shifts in their embrace to smooth a thumb across one of her cheekbones, soothing, deeply affectionate.
Again his heart sings, a continuous soft thrum of song every bit as sweet as any hymn he ever sang in Heaven. Our side, our home, our shop, our night. Our life. Not just mine or yours anymore, not ever again, as long as we exist.
And the ring hasn’t even come up yet!
Then she touches his cheek, with the same wondering light in those gold eyes as the moment after Aziraphale had dared to make his feelings clear, and his heart gives the same sort of dizzy lifting leap.
His arms are around her before her glasses hit the ground.
Crowley’s tears sting his skin, just a little; even with his eyes closed Aziraphale is strangely aware of how those tears must glitter as they run down her cheeks and cling to her eyelashes. He shifts in their embrace to smooth a thumb across one of her cheekbones, soothing, deeply affectionate.
Again his heart sings, a continuous soft thrum of song every bit as sweet as any hymn he ever sang in Heaven. Our side, our home, our shop, our night. Our life. Not just mine or yours anymore, not ever again, as long as we exist.