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[ 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...

Good; I usually like your ideas.

[ His smile is soft, easy. For once in his long existence, Crowley is happy where he is; in no hurry to get anywhere else and not concerned about how soon this will have to come to an end. It’s kind of amazing, actually, and he holds Aziraphale close, feeling utterly content. ]

[Aziraphale is not sure of the last time he saw Crowley so content. Maybe not ever. He makes a quick promise to himself to do whatever it takes to keep Crowley like this, loved and happy. Crowley's always taken such good care of him, he intends to return the favor tenfold.]

And you've given me several more, my dear. [He pets Crowley's hair to demonstrate.]

Hmm.

[ Crowley’s smile turns mischievous, as he hums pleasantly into the petting. ]

Any you want to share, or are you saving them up as surprises?

[Aziraphale leans in for another kiss, scratching at Crowley's scalp playfully.]

Well, there's the fact that you are enjoying this a great deal.

Sure am.

[ The very fact that he readily admits to his pleasure speaks to that - and to his relaxation. He may as well be putty in the angel’s hands at this point, only moving to run hands over Aziraphale’s back, his sides, his throat, his cheek. ]

[Crowley's hands moving over him give him the shivers, although he doesn't complain. It's simply a lot to be touched everywhere at once. He holds onto Crowley a bit more possessively and murmurs into his ear.]

So am I.

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