inlovewithmycar: (To the world)
Anthony J. Crowley ([personal profile] inlovewithmycar) wrote 2020-05-10 04:39 pm (UTC)

[ Crowley gives a muzzy laugh, somehow both wrung out and yet dizzyingly energized, and craning his head to either lean into Aziraphale's touch or get him to pull harder.

It's only been a century and a half, maybe two (hardly any time at all for immortal beings who could exist outside such things), since Aziraphale had called Crowley his dear, but the first time had set the demons head nearly spinning off his bony shoulders. Every subsequent time had done little to desensitize Crowley - he had never expected to be anyone's dear, let alone their dearest, even Aziraphale's (however much he wanted to be). It's left his ridiculous human heart raw and aching from the joy of it, and it's a balm for old, soul-deep wounds he could never quite get to stop festering.

Every day he thinks he cannot possibly love Aziraphale more, and every day he finds himself eating his words. This wonderful, clever, contrarian, and absolutely brilliant angel, with his keen eye for loopholes and the best desserts.

Crowley can't stop smiling, and he kisses Aziraphale again.
]

Definitely something else. Out of this world. Absolutely wild.

[ Another kiss, slower, softer this time. ]

I really do love you, angel.

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