"Just as well you didn't pick one of those," Crowley mumbles into Aziraphale's hair. "If you'd picked anything more melodramatic I would've probably discorporated on the spot."
It's hard to believe that adoring gaze is fixed on him, that the words I'm never letting you go is meant for his ears. He'd hoped they'd get here, yeah, but hoping is a long way from actually managing it. Seems impossible.
"You do owe me a picnic," he says quietly, stroking Aziraphale's face before leaning in for another kiss. This one is more vulnerable than the others, lingering. It'shard, to say it all out loud, even with Aziraphale openly reciprocating. Like rolling over and exposing a vulnerable underbelly.
One kiss leads to another, a soft sigh of breath and his hands wandering again, his eyes closed. It's easier than words, now that he has permission to say things this way. Every touch whispers adoration, worship, a plea for reciprocation.
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Date: 2020-01-29 04:11 pm (UTC)It's hard to believe that adoring gaze is fixed on him, that the words I'm never letting you go is meant for his ears. He'd hoped they'd get here, yeah, but hoping is a long way from actually managing it. Seems impossible.
"You do owe me a picnic," he says quietly, stroking Aziraphale's face before leaning in for another kiss. This one is more vulnerable than the others, lingering. It'shard, to say it all out loud, even with Aziraphale openly reciprocating. Like rolling over and exposing a vulnerable underbelly.
One kiss leads to another, a soft sigh of breath and his hands wandering again, his eyes closed. It's easier than words, now that he has permission to say things this way. Every touch whispers adoration, worship, a plea for reciprocation.