Crowley leans in, closing some small but vital distance between them, and Aziraphale can’t help but let out a long breath. His human body has a way of holding on to tension that can be inconvenient and unpleasant, but in the exhale he feels the first blissful rush of being able to relax into his lover’s kiss. His fingers thread into Crowley’s hair—the texture of it is different now that it’s shorter, a change he notes with new delight—and his other arm loops around Crowley’s waist, pulling him in.
Then he inhales, breathing in the smell of Crowley: clean warm skin, wet earth, faint sharp notes of green sap. His lungs fill, and his head swims, and suddenly Aziraphale finds he needs more than arms to embrace his lover with.
His wings stretch up and out, dark-silver feathers extending wide, before folding around Crowley to shelter him and press him close. Scorched and corroded though they’ll always be, they’re still soft and warm and sleek, and they still encircle his beloved with tender care.
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timeasmymeasure
awww shucks. have some wings!
Date: 2025-03-07 07:22 pm (UTC)Crowley leans in, closing some small but vital distance between them, and Aziraphale can’t help but let out a long breath. His human body has a way of holding on to tension that can be inconvenient and unpleasant, but in the exhale he feels the first blissful rush of being able to relax into his lover’s kiss. His fingers thread into Crowley’s hair—the texture of it is different now that it’s shorter, a change he notes with new delight—and his other arm loops around Crowley’s waist, pulling him in.
Then he inhales, breathing in the smell of Crowley: clean warm skin, wet earth, faint sharp notes of green sap. His lungs fill, and his head swims, and suddenly Aziraphale finds he needs more than arms to embrace his lover with.
His wings stretch up and out, dark-silver feathers extending wide, before folding around Crowley to shelter him and press him close. Scorched and corroded though they’ll always be, they’re still soft and warm and sleek, and they still encircle his beloved with tender care.