Crowley's nose brushes against Aziraphale's. This is all he's wanted, he thinks. He's wanted to keep him safe, wanted him close. Wanted to love him, and to be loved by him. He's wanted to share this with him. There have always been rules, always been lines, but those are gone now. It's just them and their emotions.
He swallows, and carefully slides his hand down Aziraphale's chest, memorizing the feel of his skin under his fingertips. Tracing his hand down his ribcage.
"Aziraphale," he murmurs. "I-I..."
He wants to say it. The words burn in his mouth, but he doesn't stop.
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Date: 2019-09-14 09:17 pm (UTC)He swallows, and carefully slides his hand down Aziraphale's chest, memorizing the feel of his skin under his fingertips. Tracing his hand down his ribcage.
"Aziraphale," he murmurs. "I-I..."
He wants to say it. The words burn in his mouth, but he doesn't stop.
"I love you."