That was the hardest part, the intimacy. For all the good it brings, it also allows for a lot of mistakes with grander consequences. Aziraphale had had enough trouble with it all before they ever found themselves free to be together, and he still makes mistakes, but they have time to work through it all, and to learn from every experience.

Everything they have is theirs. And no one's taking that away.

His body relaxes, and he slowly works on catching his breath, the one he doesn't need, and the gentle kisses and gentler words pull a faint, slightly hazy smile out of him. He leans his head against the nuzzling demon's, one of his hands coming up to touch the one resting on his chest.

He hums quietly and vaguely. "Far too kind, my dear." he murmurs sweetly against him, drinking in every word. Crowley's temptations don't hold a candle to words like these.