Aziraphale feels Crowley tense, and his heart twists hard. Though he can make an educated guess about part of what’s happened before today, there’s some vital piece of the puzzle missing, and it’s the thing the angel is trying to hide from in his embrace.
His arms tighten around Crowley, folding him in close. Slowly, avoiding the half-healed lash marks beneath the shirt he’s conjured, Aziraphale strokes a long path up and down the length of the angel’s trembling back. His hands have had a thousand years of stolen moments to learn his lover’s body; now he brings that knowledge to bear as he tempts the taut cords of muscle in Crowley’s back to relax a little.
“Shh...” His touch coaxes tenderly up from the small of Crowley’s back to the bases of his sharp shoulderblades, petting. “Of course, darling.”
I’m sorry, he adds wordlessly as he presses a kiss to the top of Crowley’s head.
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If we want historical accuracy to a degree, Leo was away from Florence till 1500
Date: 2020-05-26 04:37 am (UTC)His arms tighten around Crowley, folding him in close. Slowly, avoiding the half-healed lash marks beneath the shirt he’s conjured, Aziraphale strokes a long path up and down the length of the angel’s trembling back. His hands have had a thousand years of stolen moments to learn his lover’s body; now he brings that knowledge to bear as he tempts the taut cords of muscle in Crowley’s back to relax a little.
“Shh...” His touch coaxes tenderly up from the small of Crowley’s back to the bases of his sharp shoulderblades, petting. “Of course, darling.”
I’m sorry, he adds wordlessly as he presses a kiss to the top of Crowley’s head.