There is a brief second in the silence in which Crowley thinks he's misjudged. He's gone too fast, he's overstepped a barrier. And there's nothing that Crowley wouldn't do for Aziraphale, including wait, and wait forever if that's what the angel wants. But then, Aziraphale is kissing him again.
Crowley lets out a desperate noise at the feeling of Aziraphale's mouth against his, at the fervor behind his kiss. He thinks of all of the centuries of longing, of all of the words unsaid and how much he has wanted to kiss Aziraphale like this, to touch him like this and now he has permission and it's almost overwhelming.
He considers the bedroom----over in that direction---and the couch---over in that direction---and they all just seem too far away. All he wants is to be close to Aziraphale right now and with that thought in mind he moves carefully forward, maneuvering them until Aziraphale's back is against the nearby wall, and Crowley is pressed up against him.
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Crowley lets out a desperate noise at the feeling of Aziraphale's mouth against his, at the fervor behind his kiss. He thinks of all of the centuries of longing, of all of the words unsaid and how much he has wanted to kiss Aziraphale like this, to touch him like this and now he has permission and it's almost overwhelming.
He considers the bedroom----over in that direction---and the couch---over in that direction---and they all just seem too far away. All he wants is to be close to Aziraphale right now and with that thought in mind he moves carefully forward, maneuvering them until Aziraphale's back is against the nearby wall, and Crowley is pressed up against him.