Crowley can't think of a moment he's been happier. Not when he was an angel, not any time after. He's happy, he's in the arms of the man he loves, and he's loved. Aziraphale loves him. They're safe, here. Or, at least, he can only hope against all hopes they're safe because he doesn't want anything to destroy the perfection of this moment.
I don't want you anywhere else, angel. Just with me.
He slides his hands back up to Aziraphale's shoulders to slip the shirt and waistcoat off of his shoulders. They should, he thinks, probably move this to the bedroom at some point. But right now he just wants to be as close to the angel as possible, and he doesn't want to stop being close to him any time soon.
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Date: 2019-09-14 11:02 pm (UTC)I don't want you anywhere else, angel. Just with me.
He slides his hands back up to Aziraphale's shoulders to slip the shirt and waistcoat off of his shoulders. They should, he thinks, probably move this to the bedroom at some point. But right now he just wants to be as close to the angel as possible, and he doesn't want to stop being close to him any time soon.
Eventually. They do have forever, after all.