[Aziraphale's eyelids flutter at the kiss on his palm. Such a simple gesture, and yet so profound, that they can touch one another like this, so easily and without restraint. He already knows he'll be clasping his hands together a lot less, if his instinct is to reach for Crowley instead.]
I can only love you as I know how, Crowley, with all the surety of the sun rising in the east and the moon pulling the tides. The only difference is that I won't keep it a secret from anyone.
[He pulls Crowley in for one more kiss, then finally drops his hand so that he flip through the pages of his book.]
I can't promise 'saucy', but I'm rather fond of this one:
'I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.'
[He pauses in his reading to take one of Crowley's hands and kiss each one of his fingernails in playful demonstration.]
'I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.'
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Date: 2020-06-05 01:11 am (UTC)I can only love you as I know how, Crowley, with all the surety of the sun rising in the east and the moon pulling the tides. The only difference is that I won't keep it a secret from anyone.
[He pulls Crowley in for one more kiss, then finally drops his hand so that he flip through the pages of his book.]
I can't promise 'saucy', but I'm rather fond of this one:
'I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.'
[He pauses in his reading to take one of Crowley's hands and kiss each one of his fingernails in playful demonstration.]
'I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.'