First off, that'd wreck the disposal. Not that they know that, so let's just keep it our little secret.
[ It's so easy to imagine Aziraphale in the garden with him, sharing the shade of an apple tree, their hands and knees dirty from an afternoon of weeding while they sip lemonade and talk about their evening plans. Or perhaps cold winter nights sharing a blanket while sipping mulled wine and toasting marshmallows and laughing at each other's terrible jokes.
Crowley can't help smiling at the thought, and he watches Aziraphale idly play with his hair as though that, in and of itself, is some marvelous and miraculous thing. Water to wine has nothing on Aziraphale touching him.
Crowley cups Aziraphale's cheek, returning the kiss. ]
You haven't even seen the place and it sounds like you've made up your mind.
[ His tone is more teasing than accusatory, but he's also ever so pleased that the idea of domestic life appeals to the angel. ]
For all I know, the roof's caved in and there's mold in the kitchen. S'been six years since I've been to the place.
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[ It's so easy to imagine Aziraphale in the garden with him, sharing the shade of an apple tree, their hands and knees dirty from an afternoon of weeding while they sip lemonade and talk about their evening plans. Or perhaps cold winter nights sharing a blanket while sipping mulled wine and toasting marshmallows and laughing at each other's terrible jokes.
Crowley can't help smiling at the thought, and he watches Aziraphale idly play with his hair as though that, in and of itself, is some marvelous and miraculous thing. Water to wine has nothing on Aziraphale touching him.
Crowley cups Aziraphale's cheek, returning the kiss. ]
You haven't even seen the place and it sounds like you've made up your mind.
[ His tone is more teasing than accusatory, but he's also ever so pleased that the idea of domestic life appeals to the angel. ]
For all I know, the roof's caved in and there's mold in the kitchen. S'been six years since I've been to the place.