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[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.]

[ He’s definitely imagined scenarios like this, over the years. It’s a bit overwhelming, for it to be actually happening, and he makes some rather helpless noises of his own into the kiss, fingers digging into fabric, clinging a bit as if he’s not convinced yet that it’s real.

Even when the kiss breaks, he’s still not going anywhere. ]

Ngk, yeah...

[Aziraphale gives him a tender smile, the one he's only ever given Crowley, and gently scratches his scalp once they part. He doesn't mind in the least that Crowley clings to him, in fact he finds it rather grounding. Now that he knows what it's like to kiss Crowley, he never wants to stop.]

I think, my dear, that you've become my favorite thing on the menu.

Is that a promise, angel? I’ll remind you you said that next time you get a craving for pastries.

[ Ah, it seems Crowley.exe has finally rebooted and his mischievous side is showing itself again. He intersperses these remarks with more little kisses, along Aziraphale’s jaw toward his ear. ]

[Aziraphale's laughter turns to gasps of delight as Crowley acquaints himself with his jawline. Nothing -- not even all his books of literature -- could have prepared him for how pleasurable it is to be kissed and nuzzled by the one you love.]

It will be some time before my mind turns back to pastries, I assure you.

[He gives Crowley a squeeze with the arm wrapped around his waist. He doesn't intend to leave this sofa, not until he's had a good long snog with his beloved demon, at the very least.]

I give it until tomorrow.

[ He chuckles, breath tickling over Aziraphale’s skin. He’ll most likely ply the angel with some of his favorites tomorrow, is what he means. ]

[Aziraphale can't even pretend to be put out by that comment, not when Crowley is treating him like a favorite pastry.]

Only if you're there with me, too.

[He captures Crowley's lips in another kiss, turning in his arms and nudging him gently against the couch cushions.]

Until then, you have me right here.

[ Crowley is happy to let Aziraphale guide him whichever way he likes. He might be a bony sort of pillow with some pointy bits here and there, but if the angel likes him this way, he won’t argue. ]

I’ll go anywhere you want.

[Aziraphale loves all of Crowley, pointy bits included, and he's soft enough for the both of them. He resettles them both, more prone than sitting, so that they can tangle their legs together and take advantage of the full length of that wonderfully comfortable couch.]

Is that so?

[There's a bit of teasing in his tone, followed by a few well-placed kisses on Crowley's neck.]

Does this include book auctions? Estate sales? Plays, even the gloomy ones?

Yeah. [ Crowley agrees without hesitation or a second thought.

Of course, he does take a moment to consider as he runs his hands up and down Aziraphale’s back. ]

Doesn’t mean I won’t complain or make trouble, mind you...

[Oh, that's very nice. Aziraphale forgets the thread of the conversation for a moment while Crowley touches him, nuzzling his cheek to reciprocate.]

Mmm, don't worry, if it's that dreadfully boring to you, I'll make it up to you afterwards.

[ Crowley pauses at that, then smirks and wiggles his eyebrows at the angel very deliberately. But his response is a bit more earnest: ]

You always make it worth my while, to spend time with you.

[Aziraphale grins, despite the faint blush that he hasn't been able to shake since they started kissing. He's always been one for subtle glances and meaningful looks thrown Crowley's way, but now that they are open about their love for one another, he'd like to try being a bit more bold in his flirting.

The earnestness of Crowley's reply, however, leave him a bit tongue-tied.]

Oh... that's good to know. Because I do love spending time with you.

[ Crowley kisses Aziraphale’s nose, grinning. ]

Though, you’re welcome to be as creative as you like.

[Aziraphale kisses back by way of reply, his lips lingering against Crowley's before he speaks.]

Good, because I have a few ideas...

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