A moan comes deep in Crowley's throat at the feel of Aziraphale's hand digging into his hair. He loves to give things to Aziraphale. His time, his energy, everything he can. And if he can give this to him too, well, Crowley isn't about to let that moment pass by. It's how he likes to express that he cares.
He shares with Aziraphale the thrill he gets from giving. From every time he's found something that Aziraphale would want, or held a door for the angel, or been there when he needed him. That moment in the war, when he handed over the bag of books, knowing it was what the angel would want. All of that, being able to give it is as precious to him as anything. And this, this too, is just as precious.
If just a little more raunchy, really. What can he say?
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Date: 2019-09-24 11:14 pm (UTC)He shares with Aziraphale the thrill he gets from giving. From every time he's found something that Aziraphale would want, or held a door for the angel, or been there when he needed him. That moment in the war, when he handed over the bag of books, knowing it was what the angel would want. All of that, being able to give it is as precious to him as anything. And this, this too, is just as precious.
If just a little more raunchy, really. What can he say?