Crowley makes a protesting noise "You sang bloody Carousel at me!" He loosens his grip, though not all that much. Just enough so it's a close embrace instead of a vise grip. Though it becomes tighter again for a breath, when Aziraphale's mouth ghosts across his throat. Fuck, that feels better than it has any right to...
"'m never going to not want you" He says it quietly, pulls his head back enough that he can look at Aziraphale's face. "Not ever. So when you say, 'as long as you'll have me there'--yeah, that's...always."
He snorts. "Well, not here here always, don't really want to spend forever in this bed even with you in it, though a week or six would be good...you know what I mean." He takes a breath, tries again. "I've always loved you, Aziraphale. I don't know how not to love you. I'll have you for as long as you'll let me, and I hope it's forever, and even if it isn't I'll still be yours."
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"'m never going to not want you" He says it quietly, pulls his head back enough that he can look at Aziraphale's face. "Not ever. So when you say, 'as long as you'll have me there'--yeah, that's...always."
He snorts. "Well, not here here always, don't really want to spend forever in this bed even with you in it, though a week or six would be good...you know what I mean." He takes a breath, tries again. "I've always loved you, Aziraphale. I don't know how not to love you. I'll have you for as long as you'll let me, and I hope it's forever, and even if it isn't I'll still be yours."