Aziraphale pulls him closer, and Crowley obliges, kissing him deeper, leaning a little more into the angel as he holds him up against the wall. Oh, there have been many things that Crowley has wanted, many things he has coveted and desired in his very long life, but he can put all of them at a distant second to the desire he feels for the angel right now.
I love you. It's always been you. I love you. His mind is a mantra, repeating how he feels for the angel in a desperate, quiet hum in the background as he kisses him.
He moves his hands from Aziraphale's back to his front, to the lapels of his jacket, to move the jacket over his shoulders, try to slide it down. A bit of a fumble, as Aziraphale's hands are on his neck, at his back, everywhere but just easily accessible to move the jacket downwards. And that feels perfect, because if this was just simple, it wouldn't be them at all, would it?
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Date: 2019-09-13 06:13 pm (UTC)I love you. It's always been you. I love you. His mind is a mantra, repeating how he feels for the angel in a desperate, quiet hum in the background as he kisses him.
He moves his hands from Aziraphale's back to his front, to the lapels of his jacket, to move the jacket over his shoulders, try to slide it down. A bit of a fumble, as Aziraphale's hands are on his neck, at his back, everywhere but just easily accessible to move the jacket downwards. And that feels perfect, because if this was just simple, it wouldn't be them at all, would it?