"Then I'll have to make up for lost time. Dearest." He presses another kiss to Crowley's tattoo, then across his face again, each one followed by a dearest or my dearest. More than a mere pet name, as Crowley truly is the most loved and cherished in his angelic heart.

Wrapped up as he is in Crowley's embrace, Aziraphale never wants to let go, but his thighs are starting to ache from how he's perched in Crowley's lap. "Can we lie down for a little while, darling?"