[ Oh, fuck, he can feel Aziraphale, right on the periphery of his existence, shimmering like the sun. It's a tremendous feeling, all the warm and wonderful parts of him, but also the parts that are petty and stubborn and infuriating and Crowley loves those too because they are so vital to who Aziraphale is.
Once Aziraphale has miracled him clean (and Crowley does so hope that someone upstairs is still getting notified about the angel's miracles), he nestles close, pressing kisses to Aziraphale's throat. ]
I can definitely imagine. Had a hand in a few supernovas and I think we'd put them all to shame.
[ Long fingers dance along Aziraphale's chest, Crowley's thumb resting on a nipple which he rubs lazily. ]
Not that it wouldn't be worth it, but we should probably find a nice, quiet, and relatively empty corner of the solar system before we, ah. Go all the way.
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Date: 2020-05-26 12:00 am (UTC)Once Aziraphale has miracled him clean (and Crowley does so hope that someone upstairs is still getting notified about the angel's miracles), he nestles close, pressing kisses to Aziraphale's throat. ]
I can definitely imagine. Had a hand in a few supernovas and I think we'd put them all to shame.
[ Long fingers dance along Aziraphale's chest, Crowley's thumb resting on a nipple which he rubs lazily. ]
Not that it wouldn't be worth it, but we should probably find a nice, quiet, and relatively empty corner of the solar system before we, ah. Go all the way.