Crowley makes a pained sort of noise, because he's so happy he almost can't stand it. "You've been fantasizing 'bout my wildest, most impossible dreams. Fuck, angel, how'd we take so long to get here?" Another kiss on Aziraphale's chest, another tight squeeze of his arm around Aziraphale's waist. "I'll sleep on you anytime, anywhere. Been wanting to just curl up with my head in your lap and doze while you read books for as long as you've had this bloody bookshop."

It's all sounding a little muffled now, but definitely fervent.