[Aziraphale accommodates without thinking, alternatively tugging on his hair and rubbing it soothingly at the roots. They're spent and sticky, but he keeps Crowley close anyway, the soft swell of his stomach fitting perfectly against Crowley's hollow belly, still a little light-headed in his post-coital bliss.
It felt only natural to call Crowley 'dear'. The safest term of endearment when they could never be sure who was eavesdropping. He's bummed that he missed out on 'chuckaboo', that was one of his favorites. Maybe he'll take it out for a spin one day, but he has a few others to get through first.]
I love you, too, darling. My treasure. Closest to my heart.
[He punctuates his words with a kiss in return. He'll never tire of those, either.]
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It felt only natural to call Crowley 'dear'. The safest term of endearment when they could never be sure who was eavesdropping. He's bummed that he missed out on 'chuckaboo', that was one of his favorites. Maybe he'll take it out for a spin one day, but he has a few others to get through first.]
I love you, too, darling. My treasure. Closest to my heart.
[He punctuates his words with a kiss in return. He'll never tire of those, either.]