Crowley lets out a gentle huff of laughter, grinning in easy pleasure.
"Yeah. Not that hard, is it?"
This kissing business. They've clearly totally nailed it, absolute masters both of them. Romantics have nothing on them. Films and novels cannot touch the sheer passion they have. Something like that, anyway.
He hesitates, then adjusts himself to just... lean into Aziraphale's chest. He's taller now, overall bigger than Crowley is used to. He can't quite put his finger on exactly what it is about that, but he... likes it. Likes the warmth of his touch, the security, the scent of him. They sit pressed together often enough, lay curled together sometimes when Aziraphale needs the reassurance, but doing it with intent feels... different. Somehow. Adds an awkward uncertainty Crowley cannot quite explain, a hesitation that he might cross some invisible line.
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"Yeah. Not that hard, is it?"
This kissing business. They've clearly totally nailed it, absolute masters both of them. Romantics have nothing on them. Films and novels cannot touch the sheer passion they have. Something like that, anyway.
He hesitates, then adjusts himself to just... lean into Aziraphale's chest. He's taller now, overall bigger than Crowley is used to. He can't quite put his finger on exactly what it is about that, but he... likes it. Likes the warmth of his touch, the security, the scent of him. They sit pressed together often enough, lay curled together sometimes when Aziraphale needs the reassurance, but doing it with intent feels... different. Somehow. Adds an awkward uncertainty Crowley cannot quite explain, a hesitation that he might cross some invisible line.
This, though, this much feels safe.