It's hard trying to keep away the thoughts about how they almost lost this. How they almost lost any chance to ever be together again, to be in their home, with each other, in each other's arms, together, holding, touching, gentle warm lips against his skin.
Don't think about that. Don't think about it, but, oh, he can't. There will be a time, maybe, where that feeling of dread will be entirely replaced by relief and thankfulness over the outcome. Certainly, they'll look back and appreciate the fact that they came out of it together. But the wound is still fresh, still sore, but they can find ways to relieve the pain.
He notices Crowley's slowness. He appreciates every touch of Crowley's lips on his shoulder, yearning for one after the other, hands still on the demon's arms but well out of the way as he works at the buttons on Aziraphale's pajamas. And the way he checks, it just warms the angel's heart even more, with how gentle and careful his adored, adoring demon can be.
"Yes." He mutters simply, just as quietly. They'll go at whatever speed they like, for they are more powerful than time and chance.
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Don't think about that. Don't think about it, but, oh, he can't. There will be a time, maybe, where that feeling of dread will be entirely replaced by relief and thankfulness over the outcome. Certainly, they'll look back and appreciate the fact that they came out of it together. But the wound is still fresh, still sore, but they can find ways to relieve the pain.
He notices Crowley's slowness. He appreciates every touch of Crowley's lips on his shoulder, yearning for one after the other, hands still on the demon's arms but well out of the way as he works at the buttons on Aziraphale's pajamas. And the way he checks, it just warms the angel's heart even more, with how gentle and careful his adored, adoring demon can be.
"Yes." He mutters simply, just as quietly. They'll go at whatever speed they like, for they are more powerful than time and chance.