[ There is no known language outside the bedroom where the order of stuttering and breathless sounds Crowley just made form any kind of coherent words. His muscles spasm under Aziraphale's fingers and his body gives an involuntary jolt, caught between feeling pleasure and feeling ticklish. ]
Fuck me, angel, I love all those things.
[ He's gives a soft pant of laughter, quite beside himself with affection, and encircles Aziraphale in his arms. It's so easy to imagine a life together - a cozy cottage near the sea with a garden. Flowers in the spring, kissing berry stained lips in the summer, picking fruit in the autumn, and cuddled up by a fire with cocoa (and maybe a nip of brandy splashed in) during the winter. ]
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Fuck me, angel, I love all those things.
[ He's gives a soft pant of laughter, quite beside himself with affection, and encircles Aziraphale in his arms. It's so easy to imagine a life together - a cozy cottage near the sea with a garden. Flowers in the spring, kissing berry stained lips in the summer, picking fruit in the autumn, and cuddled up by a fire with cocoa (and maybe a nip of brandy splashed in) during the winter. ]
...I especially love you.