Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post 2

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[salutosinedelectat]

They do have time now. A much more pleasant thing to catch up with, comforting and nice, that helps his mind settle somewhere much more pleasant. He lets his hands rest on Crowley's chest, moving only to gently hold onto his lapels. Hold onto something.

Much rather look forward than look back, he finds. But he supposes it needs to be done, anyway. Perhaps in smaller increments.

When he pulls back from the kiss, it's gentle and slow, and he rests his forehead against the demon's, eyes still closed. Just an intimate moment, only theirs.

"I do love you." He mutters, just in case there's a need for a reminder.

unexpected boomerang tag!

[duckshaveears]

"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?"

!!

[salutosinedelectat]

Aziraphale has also found that he quite enjoys the silly intimate gestures. Quite a lot, actually. Fancy that.

He does smile then, bringing one of his hands up to cover one of Crowley's, ever so charmed by how gentle and sweet his demon can be. Temptation doesn't hold a candle to something like this.

"I believe I can find the time." He responds in an amused murmur, thumb stroking over Crowley's knuckles.

Do we want to continue this or let it drift to a conclusion?

[duckshaveears]

Crowley would object if he heard the words gentle or sweet. Maybe eventually this will all be familiar enough, taken for granted enough, that he'll accept words like that, admit they're part of him, admit he wants them.

(He hopes so, deep down in the places where he knows himself)

"Good," he whispers. Another kiss, and then a hint of a grin. "In the meantime you should kiss me a few more times, don't you think? Practice. To make sure we get it right tomorrow, you know."

we can finish up this one, probably pick up the topic some other time . One of our shortest ones wow

[salutosinedelectat]

Crowley may protest. And Aziraphale will expect him to. And they will continue that cycle until it changes into something else, as things tend to do. It's just the natural flow.

"Oh, of course. Wouldn't want to come up short." Even without either of them looking, the angel still pulls a mock serious frown, which lasts for a whole two seconds before he's smiling again. "How does it go, again?"

We'll actually *finish* one? Is that allowed?

[duckshaveears]

Crowley chuckles, low and husky. "Something like this, I think?" Aziraphale's mouth is warm, and he slides his tongue in to get a taste of it, breathes in deep. His fingertips tighten their hold, almost imperceptibly. "Or maybe this--" The next kiss is a little more hungry, a little less teasing. "Or this..."

He loses track eventually, both of the teasing and of the numbers and types of kisses.

This is untold territory

[salutosinedelectat]

The angel, ever the dedicated learner, makes sure to take mental notes of all of these methods they have obviously never tried before. Practice makes perfect, doesn't it? And there's nothing quite like learning by doing.

His arms find his way around the demon's neck, ever so gently pulling him closer to the angel. Better angles. More details to note. A far better conclusion to the evening, he would have to say, and he's quite eager to put his learnings to the test tomorrow evening.

They did have a lovely evening, after all. Perhaps with a couple of bumps in the road - which he's sure will come up some other time, along with others. But that's alright. They'll cross those bridges when they get to them, hand in hand.

Maybe Oscar hadn't been wrong after all. He would have been rather smug about that.