𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖞

He's wanted to do this for a long time. Long, so long he can't properly think of the first time he's thought of it. Maybe not as far back as Eden, but certainly somewhere back there. Maybe the first time he realized what a disobedient angel Aziraphale could be, and that fascinated him----but that would have been Eden, so maybe that far back. Hard to tell. It seemed to be back as far as Crowley could remember. And now here they were, kissing in a karaoke bar in Japan. Not an ideal place for a romantic interlude, but it could have been the Ritz for all Crowley cares right now. The song's not got much time left on it, Crowley's not about to waste this moment.

Aziraphale looks up at him, and Crowley gives him a small smile. Not a smirk, not his usual flair of a smile. Just something genuine between them. He can't think of what to say at all, though there should be something to say, right here. Right in this moment.

But surely Aziraphale must know.

He moves his hand up from the angel's waist to cup the side of his face. That stupid face he's come to associate with all things good.