There's not an easy way to do this part, it seems, this messy disentangling. It's both a relief and a loss when he withdraws. Aziraphale handles the mess before Crowley can decide what to do about it, then lays down. Reaches up for him. Aziraphale, reaching out to him.
Crowley is losing count of how many things he's wanted that he's suddenly been granted.
He does put his wings away. He's too tired, and he doesn't want to deal with them at present, he wants to be as close to his angel as possible for as long as possible as comfortably as possible. Aziraphale getting to used him as a feathery blanket will need to wait for another day.
There will be another day, there will be more of this, and Crowley still has a lump in his throat as he lies down and lets Aziraphale wrap arms around him. He buries his face in the angel's chest, under his chin. "Anything where you call me yours." He chuckles suddenly and kisses the skin near his mouth. "Though I never thought of that one. Beautiful treasure, really?"
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Crowley is losing count of how many things he's wanted that he's suddenly been granted.
He does put his wings away. He's too tired, and he doesn't want to deal with them at present, he wants to be as close to his angel as possible for as long as possible as comfortably as possible. Aziraphale getting to used him as a feathery blanket will need to wait for another day.
There will be another day, there will be more of this, and Crowley still has a lump in his throat as he lies down and lets Aziraphale wrap arms around him. He buries his face in the angel's chest, under his chin. "Anything where you call me yours." He chuckles suddenly and kisses the skin near his mouth. "Though I never thought of that one. Beautiful treasure, really?"