[ Crowley finds his head tilted so that he and Aziraphale are nearly face-to-face. His earlier disgruntlement over Heaven is forgotten in lieu of this new development - a soft hand brushing his cheek as he feels warmth spreading up from his chest to his face and he knows - he knows he's flushed from the roots of his hair to the tips of his scaly toes - and this is it, moment of truth, standing on the precipice and ready to take the dive. Wouldn't be his first fall, but the landing - oh, the landing looked so soft. ]
Yeah - plenty.
[ He gives a small duck of his head, perhaps to agree, or perhaps to angle himself just so ]
...So we can take as much time as we need.
[ Crowley closes his eyes, screws his courage, and leans in, closing the last few inches between their lips. ]
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Date: 2020-03-11 09:49 pm (UTC)Yeah - plenty.
[ He gives a small duck of his head, perhaps to agree, or perhaps to angle himself just so ]
...So we can take as much time as we need.
[ Crowley closes his eyes, screws his courage, and leans in, closing the last few inches between their lips. ]