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[goodoldfashioned]

I'm saying that you're wonderful, Crowley. Do try to keep up.

[The thing he is trying to give is called a compliment.]

[goodtobebad]

Mngh. [ Look, he knows Aziraphale doesn’t like it when he argues about whether he’s actually “wonderful” and all that other stuff the angel likes to call him, so he doesn’t do that anymore, just makes sounds in his throat, cheeks reddening a bit and generally acts a little flustered with the whole situation.

He turns his focus to the front of Aziraphale’s shirt, smoothing his hands down affectionately. He’s better at showing than telling, anyway. ]

[goodoldfashioned]

[Aziraphale hums a bit, swaying like a drunk at three in the morning, hands bracketing Crowley and head leaned in, letting a soft sort of silence stand. Sometimes the love he feels overwhelms him and he needs a moment to catch his breath. What a terrible burden, he's sure.]

Mm. Be a shame to let the wine sit too long?

[A question, absolutely. There's worse sorts of shame, like the kind that would come from letting Crowley go.]

[goodtobebad]

... would it?

[ He would also rather be snogging the angel than drinking wine right now. Funny how that works. ]

Could, you know. Let it breathe a while.

[goodoldfashioned]

I... well, yes. I suppose so. It certainly wouldn't do any harm.

[Right. Wine later, smooches now: confirmed.]

[goodtobebad]

Thought so.

[ Aziraphale has always been easy to tempt. Crowley is definitely shutting him up now. ]

[goodoldfashioned]

[Up: Firmly shut. Heart: Doing the fluttery thing. Kissing: Happen.]

[goodtobebad]

[ Not that all the kissing is going to stop Crowley from providing the occasional bit of commentary! ]

I think - [ Kiss! ] - I've found something - [ Kisskiss! ] - better than wine...

[goodoldfashioned]

[Kiss!]

Oh, perhaps we'd best keep going. [Coy smile.] Just to make absolutely certain.

[goodtobebad]

If you insist, who am I to say no?

[ Is he pulling the angel onto the sofa with him? Yes. ]

[goodoldfashioned]

This is me, very much insisting.

[Is he being pulled onto the sofa, perhaps assisting with some pushing of his own? Yes.]

[goodtobebad]

I like it when you insist.

[ Crowley gives him an earnest look between more kisses, even (gasp!) untucking his shirt. Someone wants the angel a bit rumpled. ]

[goodoldfashioned]

[Quietly, warmly:] Then I'll be sure to insist much, ah, more frequently.

[Oh, dear, it seems like he's fallen a bit behind. He'll make up for it by rumpling Crowley's hair, next time swings in for a kiss.]

[goodtobebad]

Yeah?

[ Crowley looks almost - hopeful? ]

So you're enjoying all this, I take it?

[goodoldfashioned]

Very much so.

[He's gonna plant a smooch right on his cheek, soft and easy.]

[goodtobebad]

Ah. Good.

[ He's doing his best!!! ]

Just... making sure.

[goodoldfashioned]

[His best is really good!!]

I love you a great deal. While we're making sure of things and all.

[He doesn't want to leave him in doubt, not anymore, now that this is something he can have.]

[goodtobebad]

Yeah?

[ Crowley manages to look sheepish, even ducking his head a bit. ]

Love you, too.

[goodoldfashioned]

Oh, darling.

[The sheepishness is spreading like a woolen sweater. Aziraphale's hands flutter, trying to hold onto Crowley's. He can't not kiss him after that, now can he? So he does.]

[goodtobebad]

[ It’s a bit overwhelming, sometimes, having all that angelic and earthly love directed at him so completely. Never thought it’d happen, that’s for sure. And now it is, and he doesn’t quite know what to do with it.

Not in a bad way, of course.

So for now he returns the kiss, sliding his arms around the angel to pull him closer. ]