Crowley moans. It's definitely not dignified, but after something like six thousand years of loving and wanting the person who is now kissing your neck, now touching you, it's sort of impossible not to. Aziraphale may blame himself for waiting, for not wanting to move fast enough, but Crowley will always regret not speaking up. For offering things and trying to save him, rather than just saying the words, the words he can say now.
"I love you---" The words come out as a sharp gasp, and he moves his hips into the angel's touch. He slides one hand up into Aziraphale's hair, gently tangling in his soft curls.
It didn't have to take this, he thinks. It didn't have to take danger, take being on the run, for this to happen. They could have, and probably would have, met here at some point. Crowley would have waited forever. There has never been anyone he has loved, ever, save for Aziraphale. Never anyone who has ever come close.
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Date: 2019-09-20 12:40 am (UTC)"I love you---" The words come out as a sharp gasp, and he moves his hips into the angel's touch. He slides one hand up into Aziraphale's hair, gently tangling in his soft curls.
It didn't have to take this, he thinks. It didn't have to take danger, take being on the run, for this to happen. They could have, and probably would have, met here at some point. Crowley would have waited forever. There has never been anyone he has loved, ever, save for Aziraphale. Never anyone who has ever come close.