At first, he's kissing Aziraphale's neck, and he feels the ticklish touch of Aziraphale's hand up his side, moving up to his ribs. There's so much intimacy in the touch, so much warmth and care there, that Crowley feels himself----

Suddenly, Crowley's back is against the bed, and Aziraphale is on top of him. Crowley lands with an undignified Ooof, and looks up at Aziraphale with a lopsided smile. Well, of all of the places to topple onto, at least they toppled here, and he could certainly have ended up in a far worse situation.

"This was where we were going," he says. "In the end, anyway."