A few months have passed since the two of them have decided to very officially, as it were, be in a romantic relationship, but Aziraphale is still not entirely used to the physical aspect of it. It's still a little novel and bewildering and occasionally he even finds himself amazed that either of them could even casually do such a thing. Oh, just whenever they wanted!

There was hardly anything to stop them!

It feels a little unreal at times. Especially when they have kept any possibility of touching to a minimum over the incredible amount of years they've known one another. Well, that, and—

He cannot help but be self-conscious of the body that has been changing without his permission. Yet, Crowley doesn't seem to hesitate when he reaches out for him.

"Ah, well—" he attempts, but stops mid-sentence as Crowley places a second kiss against his hand. The tenderness of it makes his face feel hot. "I should be saying that to you, I believe."

Thank you, that is.