[Aziraphale chuckles softly, like a purr trapped in his throat, buzzing against Crowley's lips, his hands stroking Crowley's back in lazy affection.]

Considering how you had me sign your underwear, yes, I think the situation was becoming untenable for the both of us.

[He turns his head, soft kisses placed on Crowley's forehead. A personal blessing.]

It's not the way I thought it would happen, but I wouldn't change a moment of it.