There goes another perfectly good joke, wasted entirely on Aziraphale.
Still.
It's nice regardless.
"Feels good," Crowley admits, because there's no point not admitting that. "Don't you worry, angel, you got this."
The holding on thing. Master of that too, along with the kissing.
He lets his hand drop from Aziraphale's jaw, resting it over his collarbone and just relaxing for a moment. Thinking. Well, he did the date bit, which Aziraphale had specified was necessary. They've done the kissing bit. Is there a list of things they're meant to do after this, in order? He can't really remember. His brain feels like it's struggling to recall important information, and instead all he can think about is how he can feel Aziraphale's heartbeat. How warm he feels.
"Guess we gotta organise the second date now."
That makes sense, doesn't it? There's a series of dates, usually? That's how courting worked, anyway, and nobody really does proper courting anymore but Aziraphale probably does.
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Still.
It's nice regardless.
"Feels good," Crowley admits, because there's no point not admitting that. "Don't you worry, angel, you got this."
The holding on thing. Master of that too, along with the kissing.
He lets his hand drop from Aziraphale's jaw, resting it over his collarbone and just relaxing for a moment. Thinking. Well, he did the date bit, which Aziraphale had specified was necessary. They've done the kissing bit. Is there a list of things they're meant to do after this, in order? He can't really remember. His brain feels like it's struggling to recall important information, and instead all he can think about is how he can feel Aziraphale's heartbeat. How warm he feels.
"Guess we gotta organise the second date now."
That makes sense, doesn't it? There's a series of dates, usually? That's how courting worked, anyway, and nobody really does proper courting anymore but Aziraphale probably does.