[ Crowley gives a delighted 'whoop' as Aziraphale lifts him off the bed. It's not like Crowley is particularly heavy to begin with, but he always gets a thrill at feeling the angel's underlying strength. The Almighty had, of course, made him to fight battles (and Crowley loves him because Aziraphale gave away his sword first chance he got and found better things to do than smite evil) and he's sure some instinctual part of him still smarting from getting kicked out of Heaven should be a little nervous about it, but Crowley's never been particularly sensible when it comes to Aziraphale.
Seeing them together in the mirror has his heart skipping. Naked and with his arms around Aziraphale's neck, draped in the angel's arms - Crowley feels overcome by a wave of some indescribable emotion.
It's one thing to feel Aziraphale against him, warm and so exquisitely soft. It's another thing to see it reflected back at them, a solid reminder that this is all real, that Crowley hasn't sunk into a decades-long dream to soothe a broken heart. They're really together, they can hold each other, love each other, be together completely freely and in front of them is proof of that.
Crowley knows he has the most ridiculous, undemonic grin on his face - h can see it right there in front of them - and he doesn't care. He just rests his head on Aziraphale's shoulder, his arms around him tightening in a proper embrace. ]
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Date: 2020-06-08 01:28 am (UTC)Seeing them together in the mirror has his heart skipping. Naked and with his arms around Aziraphale's neck, draped in the angel's arms - Crowley feels overcome by a wave of some indescribable emotion.
It's one thing to feel Aziraphale against him, warm and so exquisitely soft. It's another thing to see it reflected back at them, a solid reminder that this is all real, that Crowley hasn't sunk into a decades-long dream to soothe a broken heart. They're really together, they can hold each other, love each other, be together completely freely and in front of them is proof of that.
Crowley knows he has the most ridiculous, undemonic grin on his face - h can see it right there in front of them - and he doesn't care. He just rests his head on Aziraphale's shoulder, his arms around him tightening in a proper embrace. ]
Yeah. We do. Hair looks great too, angel.