"I know," Crowley murmurs back. Their mouths are separated only by a few inches. They can feel each other's breath, taste it. "I do know." His thumb strokes along Aziraphale's face. "Love you too, Aziraphale."
He leans in a little, rubs their noses together. One of those silly, intimate gestures that means nothing and everything, the sort of thing he used to long for. And now he has permission. Encouragement, even.
Stupid to have brought up the past, really. It doesn't matter what happened, what either of them did. Not if it all lead to this.
Crowley brings up his other hand as well, brackets Aziraphale's face in them and kisses him again. After a few minutes he whispers, "Think I owe you another date night, though, seeing as I kind of wrecked this one. You free tomorrow, maybe?"
unexpected boomerang tag!
He leans in a little, rubs their noses together. One of those silly, intimate gestures that means nothing and everything, the sort of thing he used to long for. And now he has permission. Encouragement, even.
Stupid to have brought up the past, really. It doesn't matter what happened, what either of them did. Not if it all lead to this.
Crowley brings up his other hand as well, brackets Aziraphale's face in them and kisses him again. After a few minutes he whispers, "Think I owe you another date night, though, seeing as I kind of wrecked this one. You free tomorrow, maybe?"