They love each other. Could Crowley have imagined these words coming from their mouths only a few hours ago? Oh, maybe, in some wild fantasy imaginative thought that might've passed by while he was staring at Aziraphale. But nothing that could've happened in reality. And now, here they are.
He leans up, capturing the angel's lips with his again. His free hand he slides down his back, tracing it down his spine, to the curve above his buttocks. He wants to touch Aziraphale everywhere. He wants to be touched everywhere. The physical form has so many nerve endings, they all deserve to be delighted.
And then there is what can happen in the mind, against the souls. Crowley reaches in, sliding a sensation against Aziraphale, one of desire.
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Date: 2019-09-20 01:22 am (UTC)He leans up, capturing the angel's lips with his again. His free hand he slides down his back, tracing it down his spine, to the curve above his buttocks. He wants to touch Aziraphale everywhere. He wants to be touched everywhere. The physical form has so many nerve endings, they all deserve to be delighted.
And then there is what can happen in the mind, against the souls. Crowley reaches in, sliding a sensation against Aziraphale, one of desire.