Crowley has never felt this way. Not as an angel, not when things were supposed to be pure and love and all the good things in the world. He'd never felt so protected, so connected. He'd never felt this loved by Heaven. Maybe he would never have Fallen had he met Aziraphale as an angel. Maybe they could have been lovers then---but then again, would they have ever indulged? Would something like this have ever crossed their minds?
He is completely surrounded by Aziraphale. He feels him in his mouth, around his body, curled up against his wings. He feels his love, entwining his soul. The whole works. And still, he greedily wants him closer, wants to feel him like this always, wants to hold him like this forever.
"Forever," he murmurs into the groan against his mouth. "I want you forever."
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Date: 2019-10-02 10:56 pm (UTC)He is completely surrounded by Aziraphale. He feels him in his mouth, around his body, curled up against his wings. He feels his love, entwining his soul. The whole works. And still, he greedily wants him closer, wants to feel him like this always, wants to hold him like this forever.
"Forever," he murmurs into the groan against his mouth. "I want you forever."