[ Crowley winds his arms around Aziraphale, greedy for his warmth and scent and to kiss him senseless.
Or perhaps it's Crowley who is senseless at the moment? All his wits seem to have fled in the face of pure, unbridled instinct when he tastes himself on Aziraphale's lips. He murmurs against Aziraphale's lips and chin something that could either be 'lovely angel' or 'love you, angel'. Possibly both. He wouldn't be able to pinpoint when it had happened, but Crowley's cheeks are far from dry.
Eventually, reason trickles back into his brain and he nuzzles against Aziraphale's cheek. ]
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Or perhaps it's Crowley who is senseless at the moment? All his wits seem to have fled in the face of pure, unbridled instinct when he tastes himself on Aziraphale's lips. He murmurs against Aziraphale's lips and chin something that could either be 'lovely angel' or 'love you, angel'. Possibly both. He wouldn't be able to pinpoint when it had happened, but Crowley's cheeks are far from dry.
Eventually, reason trickles back into his brain and he nuzzles against Aziraphale's cheek. ]
That was - wow. Never felt like that before.