Maybe they would have. Could have. Maybe, had they had the time to grow more free Aziraphale would have begun to properly look inward, process some things, think some feelings over. But hypotheticals are pointless in situations like these. They have this, now. They have what they have, they have these moments, they have this bed, they have each other, and so much more.
The sound that comes from Crowley, his words, his shifting, a beautiful menagerie of details that make Aziraphale's heart race. To be touching him, to be kissing him, it's... Oh, it's so much more than he would have imagined a while back.
So he kisses up his throat, his chin, meets him with a new kiss on his lips. Crowley's hand in his hair, Aziraphale's hand at work, gently, confessions and kisses and stronger connections as he sentles ontop of the demon, is something he never would have expected of this night. Most of all, back on the airplane, when Crowley had said his name, and Aziraphale expected him to say more.
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Date: 2019-09-20 12:56 am (UTC)The sound that comes from Crowley, his words, his shifting, a beautiful menagerie of details that make Aziraphale's heart race. To be touching him, to be kissing him, it's... Oh, it's so much more than he would have imagined a while back.
So he kisses up his throat, his chin, meets him with a new kiss on his lips. Crowley's hand in his hair, Aziraphale's hand at work, gently, confessions and kisses and stronger connections as he sentles ontop of the demon, is something he never would have expected of this night. Most of all, back on the airplane, when Crowley had said his name, and Aziraphale expected him to say more.
"I love you too." in a breath against his lips