Aziraphale knows that the demon, when faced by most requests from the angel himself, will most definitely see them through. He's known this for a while, one way or another, and may have, on occasion, taken advantage of that. Not with anything serious, mind you, but little favors, little gestures, things of little consequence, but that Aziraphale appreciates all the same.
But not the big things, no. Or, Well- perspective it might be; imposed boundaries, moments when honesty pushed itself out to the real world because there was no other alternative. Walking away, coming back, finding the demon waiting there for him. But even the angel himself can't tell if that was a conscious choice, or if he simply carried with him the knowledge that Crowley would do most things for him, would be there, would stay. A safety net, as the demon's always been. Made himself be.
He appreciates it. Owes him for it loves him for it, but also for so much more.
That's the feeling he needs to steady himself on.
He shifts his legs, trying to help along without breaking too much contact. An effort, sure, it's time for an effort, which comes surprisingly easy now, with him, here. He gives himself something to work with, goes with conventionally male attributes - the first thing that comes to mind, really, as he rarely bothers -, but seems rather more focused with kissing Crowley, loving him, brushing his thumb over his cheekbone, feeling their bodies pressed together.
Priorities may change over the course of the evening, of course, as they are bound to do very shortly, but he pulls his mind into the loving place it was before. The more personal place, that he now shares, for the first time, on a level he never did before.
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Date: 2019-09-16 07:31 am (UTC)But not the big things, no. Or, Well- perspective it might be; imposed boundaries, moments when honesty pushed itself out to the real world because there was no other alternative. Walking away, coming back, finding the demon waiting there for him. But even the angel himself can't tell if that was a conscious choice, or if he simply carried with him the knowledge that Crowley would do most things for him, would be there, would stay. A safety net, as the demon's always been. Made himself be.
He appreciates it. Owes him for it loves him for it, but also for so much more.
That's the feeling he needs to steady himself on.
He shifts his legs, trying to help along without breaking too much contact. An effort, sure, it's time for an effort, which comes surprisingly easy now, with him, here. He gives himself something to work with, goes with conventionally male attributes - the first thing that comes to mind, really, as he rarely bothers -, but seems rather more focused with kissing Crowley, loving him, brushing his thumb over his cheekbone, feeling their bodies pressed together.
Priorities may change over the course of the evening, of course, as they are bound to do very shortly, but he pulls his mind into the loving place it was before. The more personal place, that he now shares, for the first time, on a level he never did before.