Aziraphale didn't so much offer him friendship as Crowley reached out for it. It had been a mindless offer in the beginning, a delight in the middle, a necessity by the end. A kind of relationship they both necessitated, someone to relate to, someone to understand, even if they were different people, they at least had that.
More of Crowley's revelations, and it's hard not to feel a little exposed, a little embarrassed, but not unpleasant. To know that he had been wanted in such a way, the romance of it all, it's somewhat...flattering. Once again, it's hard to tell where the limits of Aziraphale's observations lied, where the denial and distraction began. But the parts of it that are not regrettable, they feel like poetry. They feel like a song.
And Crowley doesn't need to wait for too long on the physical melody that accompanies this, as Aziraphale's hand moves back down and he has to pull away from the kiss for a moment, finishing up with the belt and moving along to his trousers. He's red, fumbling and embarrassed, but keeping quiet for now- A hand moves along the top of Crowley's thigh, over the fabric, and he looks at the demon for direction.
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Date: 2019-09-19 12:50 am (UTC)More of Crowley's revelations, and it's hard not to feel a little exposed, a little embarrassed, but not unpleasant. To know that he had been wanted in such a way, the romance of it all, it's somewhat...flattering. Once again, it's hard to tell where the limits of Aziraphale's observations lied, where the denial and distraction began. But the parts of it that are not regrettable, they feel like poetry. They feel like a song.
And Crowley doesn't need to wait for too long on the physical melody that accompanies this, as Aziraphale's hand moves back down and he has to pull away from the kiss for a moment, finishing up with the belt and moving along to his trousers. He's red, fumbling and embarrassed, but keeping quiet for now- A hand moves along the top of Crowley's thigh, over the fabric, and he looks at the demon for direction.