[Aziraphale lies there, sated and warm, a soft glow accompanying his adoring look as he comes down from his own climax. His hands rub tenderly at Crowley's hips, up his back to his shoulders, a slow and reassuring caress.

The kisses keep him in a pleasant haze, enough that when Crowley speaks, he only gets a hum of agreement in return. A moment later, and he smiles, fingers finding the tip of Crowley's braid and twirling it delicately.]

And I love you, my darling. Dearheart.

[He holds Crowley close, exchanging lazy kisses and letting their physical contact last a while longer. Once he's pulled out and they're clean and sorted, he gives Crowley a curious look.]

You know, you never told me why you wanted to say hello to me in the first place. A bit risky on your part, wasn't it?