"You're all I ever wished for." The words come out lower, rough with honesty. Freedom from Hell, and Aziraphale. And maybe a good single malt whisky. If he'd had three wishes at any point in his long life, it'd be those. If he could pick anywhere to be out of all the places they've been, the times they've lived, it'd be here.
"All the goodness Heaven should have, just enough bastardry for Hell to appreciate...angel, angel, Aziraphale..." He scrapes his teeth along Aziraphale's neck, longing painful in his chest. Amazing how you can still yearn for what you already have, because it isn't enough, none of these words are enough.
(It doesn't matter, not as it once did. There are places beyond words, now, where it's felt, where it's known, even more than here)
It transmutes back into desire, even this soon after last time. Crowley's hands wander with more purpose, stroking along Aziraphale's hips and thighs. "Always loved you. All the way back to Eden. Always."
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Date: 2020-05-31 07:01 pm (UTC)"All the goodness Heaven should have, just enough bastardry for Hell to appreciate...angel, angel, Aziraphale..." He scrapes his teeth along Aziraphale's neck, longing painful in his chest. Amazing how you can still yearn for what you already have, because it isn't enough, none of these words are enough.
(It doesn't matter, not as it once did. There are places beyond words, now, where it's felt, where it's known, even more than here)
It transmutes back into desire, even this soon after last time. Crowley's hands wander with more purpose, stroking along Aziraphale's hips and thighs. "Always loved you. All the way back to Eden. Always."