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[Aziraphale remains silent for a short time, unsure what to do with that deflection of praise. Many times he's tried to compliment Crowley, only to be brushed aside (or on one notable occasion, slammed against the wall). Maybe he'll have better luck this time? Whether because of the alcohol or the hair-petting, Crowley seems more open to it, even though he's looking away.]

No, I don't think I shall. I think I'd prefer to tell you how lovely you are instead.

[He keeps petting Crowley's hair while he speaks, gentle strokes along his hairline and around the back of his ear, knowing that will likely keep the demon in place, putting the 'just enough of a bastard' within him to good use.]

Not only your corporation, although you have a very fine one. A real head-turner. You've always turned mine, Crowley, in fact, you've made me rather dizzy over it, but it's because I've seen what's inside of you as well, and I find that just as beautiful.

I -

[ He’s... blushing? Crowley, ancient and ageless demon, serpent of Eden, tempter of humanity, rebelled against both God and Satan... is blushing all over while an angel tells him how beautiful he is?

Apparently that’s a thing that is happening now. He sputters a bit, unwilling to pull away but still uncertain how to take all this in. ]

‘S all for you. ‘M not good. Just want you around, all the time. Want you happy, and with me.

[ He blurts that out in a mumble, then finally meets the angel’s eyes again. ]

Dizzy? I make you dizzy?

[That blush is adorable. The angel is a bit pink himself, but the fact that Crowley remains cuddled up next to him emboldens him unexpectedly. He slides his hand from Crowley's hair and cups the side of his face instead, brushing a cheekbone with the pad of his thumb.]

You're in luck, dear. Because I want the same thing.

[He smiles into those yellow eyes, pushing past his own nerves to reply.]

Yes. Light-headed and giddy, like I've had an entire bottle of champagne.

Ngk.

[ His defenses are crumbling by the second, but still - does the angel even understand what he wants? ]

I really want to kiss you, and I’m not sure if I can stop myself much longer...

[Aziraphale's breath catches in his throat, his heart skipping a beat at the request. He unconsciously brings his face closer, a fraction of an inch, then pauses, a little worried glimmer appearing in his eyes. Despite feeling like he's just consumed that bottle of champagne, he's more or less sober. Crowley is not. Is this what he wants? Aziraphale wants to be sure.

Delicately, he brushes his thumb again over Crowley's cheek.]

You should sober up first, dear boy. At least a little.

[ Oh. Sober? Right. If he’s going to be turned down, he might as well be sober.

He shifts a bit, taking a moment to reset himself, sobering up with a faint groan as all the alcohol leaves his system and puts that nasty taste in the back of his mouth momentarily.

Finally, he meets Aziraphale’s eyes again, more clear-headed. ]

Okay. Can I - can we - I mean, I get it if you don’t want to -

[Aziraphale waits patiently for Crowley to sober up, wincing a little in sympathy. He knows it's not a pleasant experience. He should probably move away and give Crowley a little space to properly ask for that kiss (if he even still wants it), but he can't bring himself to do so.

Crowley looks at him, and his gaze drifts from the demon's clear eyes to those beguiling lips, the stuttered question leaving him just as stunned as before.

Crowley wants to kiss him!

He doesn't let the demon finish his sentence, instead leaning forward and pressing his lips to Crowley's. Only for a second, and then he pulls back an inch or two, his blush the same color as the Bordeaux.]

Ah. That is... yes?

[ Aziraphale kissed him.

His brain short-circuits a bit, and he blinks, taking him a moment to register everything that’s happening, even sober it’s a lot to take in.

And then he makes a helpless sort of sound and pulls the angel in for another kiss, this one longer, more demanding, possibly a little desperate. ]

[For a long, agonizing second, Aziraphale wonders if he made a misstep, but then Crowley is returning his kiss, and -- oh, it's a real kiss, one that he enthusiastically returns. He's already holding Crowley close, so he slips one hand behind the nape of his neck and cradles him there, his lips open and inviting.

When they part a second time, Aziraphale smiles, breathless, curling up against Crowley with no intention of letting him go.]

I suppose this is the 'other things' you mentioned?

[ Crowley’s own breath is shaky, despite the fact that he doesn’t need to breathe. He runs his fingers lightly down Aziraphale’s front, just touching the soft fabric of his waistcoat, savoring it for a moment. ]

Yeah, some of ‘em. [ He admits faintly, and frowns in thought. ]

Demons don’t love. Incapable of it, or supposed to be. But I dunno what else to call what I feel about... you. How I always want you close to me. How I worry about you getting into trouble. How I like doing things to make you smile. I know what lust is, I practically invented it, and I feel plenty of it for you, but there’s a lot more besides. I think it’s love, angel. Been thinking so for a long time.

[ Apparently sobering up loosened his tongue? Not sure how that works. Or maybe it was the kiss. ]

You... love me?

[There's far more to that confession, a lot to take in, but that's the part that the angel fixates on first. He gently brushes the hair on the back of Crowley's neck, his other hand finding Crowley's and holding on tight.]

That must be what you feel, because that's how I feel for you, and I love you, too.

Yeah?

[ Crowley looks down at their hands, almost curious, brushing his thumb lightly over Aziraphale's skin. ]

Not just how you love everything 'cause you're an angel?

[ He knows that's not it. He knows because none of the other angels love the way Aziraphale does. But he still can't quite believe this is happening. ]

[It's such a small point of contact, but Aziraphale shivers anyway, gaze falling to their joined hands.]

No, it's not like that at all. You mean everything to me, Crowley. More than a friend, more than a best friend. In fact...

[A small, almost secretive smile appears on his face. If the kiss didn't give him away, he might as well share the whole truth.]

Well, an angel isn't supposed to have amorous feelings... and certainly not for a demon. And yet, here we are.

And a demon's not supposed to, either, especially for an angel.

[ He drinks in that smile for a moment, then leans in to kiss him again, sweet as anything. ]

Good thing we're on our own side.

[Good thing that he and Crowley are already cuddled together on the couch, as Aziraphale can feel his knees turning weak at such a sweet kiss.]

Yes... good thing, indeed.

[It has always taken a bit of time for the profundity of a situation to catch up to the angel, but this time it hits him all at once. His smile blossoms to a look of pure joy and he leans back in to place a barrage of kisses all over Crowley's face, interspersed with i love you and you love me as if he can't believe it. He must be the happiest being in all of existence at the moment, and he can't stop showing it.]

[ Crowley wouldn’t try to stop the angel, even if he could. Aziraphale is practically radiant, and this perfect, radiant, beautiful creature is in his arms, being like this because of him. Because they finally admitted how they feel about each other, and Crowley knows he doesn’t deserve this but he’s going to take it anyway.

He’s grinning, arms going around Aziraphale’s middle to keep him close, hands running up and down his back gently. ]

I’m all yours, angel. Always have been.

[Aziraphale looks flushed and a little sheepish after his kissing frenzy, the light in his eyes dancing merrily as he holds Crowley close in return.]

I think that's finally starting to occur to me.

[Over six thousand years of history is impossible to sort through in the span of a few seconds, but Aziraphale can replay the highlights easily enough. Settling more thoughtfully in Crowley's arms, he reaches up to brush the demon's hair, occasionally trailing his fingers over the side of his face, marveling over the fact that he can do this now.]

I'm all yours as well, darling.

[ Certainly, subtlety has never really been part of Crowley’s repertoire. He thinks he’s been pretty obvious about his devotion to the angel over the centuries, more and more as time marched on and he found himself unable to imagine existence without Aziraphale there to fuss and flutter and smile.

Now, finally, the last shreds of pretense are gone and, as far as he can tell, there’s nothing to stop him from completely devoting himself to Aziraphale’s comfort, happiness and pleasure. It’s a heady thought. He leans into the touches, kissing his lips again, just because he can, sighing out his happiness and contentment. ]

You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on in six thousand years, you know that right?

[In much the same way, Aziraphale hopes that he was able to show how much he cared for Crowley while his hands were effectively tied by Heaven's strict authority. Now unfettered, he can at least make up for lost time. A happy, content Crowley is truly a sight to behold and he returns the kiss effortlessly, fingers making their way back into Crowley's hair.

The compliment, unsurprisingly, is a lot harder to take. He blushes and looks away shyly.]

Not too soft for you, then?

What? No. You’re exactly the right amount of soft.

[ He scoffs a little and leans in to press gentle, nibbling kisses to the angel’s neck. ]

You’re... sssexy.

[ He ventures that, voice low, losing control of his sibilants for a moment. ]

[He squirms and giggles, that seductive hiss going to straight to the core of him.]

Nonsense. You're the one with... with those hips... and your trousers...

[Goodness, those neck kisses are terribly distracting. And wonderful. He tilts his chin up, silently encouraging Crowley to give him more.]

Angel, I have watched you eat countless times over the centuries. Do you have any idea how... ngk, how sexy that isss?

[ He’s getting a bit more squirmy just thinking about it. His hands run over Aziraphale’s back, then slide to his hips, gripping him gently through fabric. ]

The way I eat?

[It comes out as a squeak, especially as Crowley's hands are now wandering a bit, touching him more places in a matter of seconds than he had felt in over a century. He keeps one hand in Crowley's hair, the other traveling down the demon's back in a similar manner.]

What's so sexy about that? I'm simply enjoying my food.

[Oh.]

H-have you really been watching me?

Mm-hmm.

[ Crowley is still nuzzling and kissing at Aziraphale’s throat. There’s no rush; they’re just talking. And necking. It’s nice. He could do this forever. ]

Your mouth. The way you lick your lips sometimes. Those little noises you make when you first take a bite and you act like it’s the most incredible thing you’ve ever tassssted. When your eyes fall shut.

[Having started this evening expecting a platonic cuddle, this is really more than enough for now. He hums softly, eyes falling shut at the way Crowley lavishes him with attention. He touches Crowley lazily, wanting to reciprocate, but finding himself a little lost in all that affection.]

Well, when something's delicious... you really ought to savor it...

[He turns his head and kisses Crowley in return, slowly and with those same little noises that Crowley described.]

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