Wherever they go, it'll have to wait too. Which isn't so bad, all things considered.

As his senses come trickling back down into wherever they had floated off from, he's slowly catching his breath, lying comfortably as his muscles relax, wings draped lazily over the bed.

Aziraphale leans his face against Crowley's touch, turning his head to kiss his palm. He brings his hand up to hold the back of Crowley's gently, opening his eyes just a little, looking down at him.