[Aziraphale lets out a surprised oh! at being pulled into Crowley's lap, then settles without another thought, thighs bracketing Crowley's slim waist, arm wrapping around his shoulders. He tilts his neck back instinctively as Crowley works on a love bite, encouraging him to mark him up as he pleases, shivering at the sensation.
There is much to talk about, if not to forgive, then at least put into perspective. There are other things, too, like how much Aziraphale loved Crowley's hair throughout the ages, or how dashing he looked in that pinstripe suit when he rescued him from the Nazis. All those subtle glances and secretive smiles that Aziraphale replayed over and over, more valuable to him than any book or scroll in his bookshop.
But that can happen later. Right now, there is a warm, needy Crowley beneath him. He pets Crowley's hair and blinks back the tears in his eyes, smiling at him tenderly.]
All right. And it all worked out, didn't it?
[He kisses up along Crowley's jaw, to the shell of his ear.]
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Date: 2020-03-12 01:27 pm (UTC)There is much to talk about, if not to forgive, then at least put into perspective. There are other things, too, like how much Aziraphale loved Crowley's hair throughout the ages, or how dashing he looked in that pinstripe suit when he rescued him from the Nazis. All those subtle glances and secretive smiles that Aziraphale replayed over and over, more valuable to him than any book or scroll in his bookshop.
But that can happen later. Right now, there is a warm, needy Crowley beneath him. He pets Crowley's hair and blinks back the tears in his eyes, smiling at him tenderly.]
All right. And it all worked out, didn't it?
[He kisses up along Crowley's jaw, to the shell of his ear.]
Shall we take that bath now?