Without a word, Aziraphale leans forward and down, closes the distance between them.
(It makes such a change, leaning down to meet him like this. Crowley’s always been a little taller than Aziraphale—not by much, just a couple of inches. Just enough to fit comfortably together, his softness slinking in beside all Crowley’s sharp angles. It’s strange to be the one whose embrace is a sanctuary, when for so long he’s thought of things the other way around.)
He breathes out slowly against the angel’s lips, a breath that carries the faint sweet taste of apple. It won’t erase the taste already in Crowley’s mouth, not entirely, but it’s a start. As soon as his lungs are ready to fill themselves again, Aziraphale pulls back, just enough that their foreheads rest together and their noses touch.
“You idiot,” he whispers fondly, fingers stirring against Crowley’s cheek. “Of course I do.”
They could! And yeah he’s eternally soft, especially for his snek.
(It makes such a change, leaning down to meet him like this. Crowley’s always been a little taller than Aziraphale—not by much, just a couple of inches. Just enough to fit comfortably together, his softness slinking in beside all Crowley’s sharp angles. It’s strange to be the one whose embrace is a sanctuary, when for so long he’s thought of things the other way around.)
He breathes out slowly against the angel’s lips, a breath that carries the faint sweet taste of apple. It won’t erase the taste already in Crowley’s mouth, not entirely, but it’s a start. As soon as his lungs are ready to fill themselves again, Aziraphale pulls back, just enough that their foreheads rest together and their noses touch.
“You idiot,” he whispers fondly, fingers stirring against Crowley’s cheek. “Of course I do.”