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[Who knew that demons were ticklish? Well, Aziraphale had an inkling, and he's happy to have been proven correct. He shows mercy by cuddling Crowley close and resisting the urge to tickle him again.]

Merely thwarting your devious wiles, dear.

[Each kiss is a pleasant reminder of how far they've come in such a short time. Or perhaps more accurately, removing whatever final barriers remained that kept this from happening for far too long.

It's one thing to suggest a picnic, another thing entirely to propose a romantic getaway to the seaside. Aziraphale's eyes widen, one of his most glowing smiles blossoming on his face.]

The seaside? Really? Oh, Crowley, we haven't been there in ages, have we? That's a wonderful idea.

[ Crowley loves this, the cuddling is especially nice and it cuts off a mock indignant rant about just who exactly has actually been plying their wiles all these years.

He feels lax and boneless, content and warm and very safe in Aziraphale's arms, regardless of what's happening in his groin at the moment. He ignores it, of course. He's gotten very used to ignoring the persistent little bugger for several millennia and it's quite second nature at this point. ]

Mm. Pack a hamper, take a drive, and it'll be just you, me, our nibbles, and a whole expanse of shore and sun.

Oh, that sounds lovely. I can't wait, dear.

[He wiggles happily, already anticipating what a romantic time they'll have together. It's then that he notices Crowley's arousal, and rather than ignore it, as Crowley seems to be doing, he turns a little in the demon's arms and presses up against him, smiling suggestively.]

My goodness, all that talk of fantasies and romantic outings has put you in the mood again, has it? Or was it the tickling?

[ Crowley makes a low gurgling hum at the back of his throat, and it's his turn to hide his face in embarrassment. ]

All of it. S'just - all of you, 'Ziraphale.

[ Maybe it would develop into a minor problem, or maybe, given a few centuries, Crowley would get used to it. Either way, at least Aziraphale didn't seem to mind for the time being and Crowley rolled his hips against Aziraphale's thigh. ]

Can never get my fill of you.

[It takes all of the angel's willpower to not coo over Crowley's sweet response. He has to settle for making a happy sound deep in his chest and rubbing Crowley's back affectionately.]

It's all right, dearest. You have all of me.

[He slides his hand down to Crowley's pert bottom and squeezes, encouraging the demon to rut as he likes. No, he does not mind. In fact, he seems to be enjoying his effect on Crowley, his body responding in kind.]

I can easily say the same.

...Dearest.

[ Just the smallest change to Aziraphale's usual endearment has Crowley coming apart at the seams. He aches with the wanting of it. Years and years of wanting and yearning, and now they can just be together and he feels truly free at last.

He's already wrung out and oversensitive from their last couple rounds and, coupling that with Aziraphale's grip on his bum, Crowley is unlikely to last very long at all. Still, when he feels Aziraphale growing hard as well, he has the presence of mind to stop rutting and adjusts their positions so he can take them both in hand, stroking along the lengths of their shafts.

Crowley presses kiss after kiss to Aziraphale's face, unable to reign in his smile, or quickening breaths. Not that he cares to anymore. Nothing to hide, after all. That will take some getting used to, but it's a change long overdue. ]

Dearest.

[He repeats it with the most adoring of looks, stutters it when Crowley takes them both in hand, and moans throatily as he begins to stroke. Crowley's touch, combined with the hard press of his cock, is a novel sensation that builds up his pleasure quickly, giving this round of their lovemaking a breathtaking kind of urgency.

He grips the meat of Crowley's bottom with one hand, the other burying itself in his hair. Twin points of contact to hold himself steady while he returns every kiss given, and then some.]

[ Crowley pants against Aziraphale's lips as he rocks his hips, sliding their cocks together in the deft grip of his palm.

Dearest. He'll never tire of hearing it. Or any other endearment Aziraphale picks for him. It could be absolutely ridiculous, and would only leave Crowley more besotted.

He doesn't last. He had no expectation to, at least, and he shakes apart, grinding back and forth between Aziraphale's cock, and the hand firmly gripping his rear. Even that shouldn't feel as good as it does, he thinks dumbly. Something else for them to explore another time,

Despite having just come (again), Crowley is persistent with each stroke, still sliding their cocks together, now quite slippery with his most recent release. ]

[Aziraphale has so many more terms of endearment for Crowley, pet names accumulated over the millennia that he never allowed to pass his lips. Words now archaic and others timeless, sweet sounds of affection in any language. But now, clutched tight like this, the hard slick of their erections together and Crowley's hot breath on his face, he only has the one. Dearest. A soft, gasping mantra from his very heart.

He feels Crowley climax, the desperate grind of him a telltale sign. Aziraphale comes just a few strokes later, thrusting into Crowley's relentless grip, whimpering from the sheer intensity of it. No, he is never going to tire from this, although he collapse back into the pillows once it's over, needing a breather. His hand massages where he had been holding tight to Crowley's rear, the other gently twisting the longer strands of Crowley's hair between his fingers.]

Oh, my goodness... that was... that was really something else...

[ Crowley gives a muzzy laugh, somehow both wrung out and yet dizzyingly energized, and craning his head to either lean into Aziraphale's touch or get him to pull harder.

It's only been a century and a half, maybe two (hardly any time at all for immortal beings who could exist outside such things), since Aziraphale had called Crowley his dear, but the first time had set the demons head nearly spinning off his bony shoulders. Every subsequent time had done little to desensitize Crowley - he had never expected to be anyone's dear, let alone their dearest, even Aziraphale's (however much he wanted to be). It's left his ridiculous human heart raw and aching from the joy of it, and it's a balm for old, soul-deep wounds he could never quite get to stop festering.

Every day he thinks he cannot possibly love Aziraphale more, and every day he finds himself eating his words. This wonderful, clever, contrarian, and absolutely brilliant angel, with his keen eye for loopholes and the best desserts.

Crowley can't stop smiling, and he kisses Aziraphale again. ]

Definitely something else. Out of this world. Absolutely wild.

[ Another kiss, slower, softer this time. ]

I really do love you, angel.

[Aziraphale accommodates without thinking, alternatively tugging on his hair and rubbing it soothingly at the roots. They're spent and sticky, but he keeps Crowley close anyway, the soft swell of his stomach fitting perfectly against Crowley's hollow belly, still a little light-headed in his post-coital bliss.

It felt only natural to call Crowley 'dear'. The safest term of endearment when they could never be sure who was eavesdropping. He's bummed that he missed out on 'chuckaboo', that was one of his favorites. Maybe he'll take it out for a spin one day, but he has a few others to get through first.]

I love you, too, darling. My treasure. Closest to my heart.

[He punctuates his words with a kiss in return. He'll never tire of those, either.]

[ Crowley has to marvel at how well they fit together - it wouldn't be entirely absurd to think they may even have been made for each other, though he'd rather not think about it like that. But he can't deny how right it feels, snuggled up to Aziraphale, sticky and exhausted and finally having reached some kind of peace.

Each kiss, each word, leaves his throat tighter, and his mouth straining as he holds back tears, until he finally exhales, and pulls Aziraphale impossibly closer in a tight hug. ]

Angelll -

[ Crowley whines mightily up against Aziraphale's throat. It's barely even a token protest. ]

-gonna discorporate me.

[Crowley would probably balk at the idea, but Aziraphale can't help but feel grateful to the Almighty for letting them have this, after everything they'd been through together. Was it all part of Her plan? Best not to speculate. That plan is, as he's so fond of saying, ineffable.

He can feel the tension in Crowley's frame, the trembling release of it as he holds the angel even closer. Aziraphale runs soothing hands down his back, feeling a bit choked up himself.]

Shh... we can't have that. I'm quite fond of your corporation. But I don't think I can stop myself from telling you how much I love you ever again, so you'll just have to deal with it.

[ Crowley will speculate. Crowley will always speculate and ask and let his thoughts turn him in knots. But right now his mind is fixed on Aziraphale. He makes a choked sound, something between a sob and a laugh. ]

Oh I think I can manage then. Getting a bit untenable, wasn't it?

[ He mouths a few kisses against the warm slope of Aziraphale's throat. ]

Not getting to tell you how much I adore you, I mean.

[Aziraphale chuckles softly, like a purr trapped in his throat, buzzing against Crowley's lips, his hands stroking Crowley's back in lazy affection.]

Considering how you had me sign your underwear, yes, I think the situation was becoming untenable for the both of us.

[He turns his head, soft kisses placed on Crowley's forehead. A personal blessing.]

It's not the way I thought it would happen, but I wouldn't change a moment of it.

[ No sweeter a benediction has there ever been than Aziraphale's lips. Crowley closes his eyes, releasing a deep breath. ]

Not exactly how I imagined it either. I mean, not at first. Did a lot of imagining about the other stuff though and you really blew it right out the water. Couldn't -

[ He stops mid-ramble, something in his brain clicking. He peers up at Aziraphale, caught somewhere between amused and suspicious. ]

Hang on, I thought you said you couldn't remember anything from last night...?

[Aziraphale opens and shuts his mouth once, caught off-guard by the question.]

I told you, I didn't remember much, and what I do remember is more like an impressionist painting than a photograph. But you were very, mmm...

[He blushes, thinking about the seductive way Crowley had bent over, the elastic band of his pants visible, ready for signing. If not for Crowley's warm body in his arms, he'd probably bring both hands up to cover his face in embarrassment.]

You've been flirting with me this entire time, haven't you?

[ Crowley's jaw nearly hits his chest. He doesn't just gape, he goggles. He's not sure if his mind has actually shut down or if there is such a rapid tirade of words trying to spill out that every thought is like a bit of white noise.

Of course I've been flirting with you, he thinks wildly. I've been in love with you for six thousand years and have known it for at least four thousand, I have been flirting shamelessly with you since you told me you gave your sword away - ]

That obvious, was I?

[ His voice is a hoarse croak, his tongue feels too big for his mouth, and his heart too big for his body. ]

[Aziraphale tenses instinctively, like he does whenever he feels like he's really put his foot in it.]

It's probably more accurate to say that I was just that oblivious.

[His voice comes out timid and tremulous, and when he finally brings himself to look at Crowley, there are tears in his eyes.]

If I... if I dared to let myself think you wanted me... the thought of being wrong and ruining our friendship...

[He shuts his eyes and sighs.]

I'm sorry. I should have noticed sooner.

[ Crowley cups Aziraphale's cheeks between both hands. ]

I know, angel. You don't have to apologize. Not for needing time or space or any of it. I'm the one who shouldn't have pushed so hard.

[ He presses a gentle kiss to Aziraphale's nose. ]

Anyway, it'd take a lot for me to ever stop thinking of you as my best friend. That was never in jeopardy from you.

[His eyes open again the moment he feels Crowley's warm hands on his cheeks. There's a subtle shift in his expression, the same look on his face when the demon offered his flat to stay in after Armageddon.]

I never not wanted to be with you, Crowley. No matter how hard I pushed you away at times.

[He curls up in Crowley's arms, feeling small, but secure. Their history is rife with ups and downs, but somehow all the stronger for it. Nevertheless, he makes a vow never to take any of it for granted.]

I suppose it says something about us that one sober, heartfelt conversation was finally all it took to end up here.

[ Crowley recognizes that expression, the one Aziraphale gets whenever he's realized something important or Crowley's been on his best behaviour.

Crowley wonders how it's possible to have fallen in love with someone and still be falling. ]

Oh, over the centuries I'd say we've managed one or two heartfelt conversations that were... well - maybe not sober, but were in that vicinity.

[ He smiles that crooked smile. It's one of his genuine ones, the kind where he's too busy gazing lovingly at the angel to bother trying to be dashing and debonair. It's for Aziraphale's eyes only. ]

We just needed time, that's all.

[That tender look on Aziraphale's face remains, his eyes full of more love than can possibly be contained in a mere corporation. He reaches up to trace Crowley's soft, genuine smile before leaning in and memorizing it on his lips.]

Thank you for giving me that time, dear. I won't waste another moment of it.

[He tucks in a little closer, then grimaces at the stickiness between them. Right, no one had taken care of that... a minor miracle and they're both clean.]

One of the things I can actually give.

[ His manipulation of time was a lingering, vestigial talent from long, long ago. A little cheat he could still pull off even diminished as he is.

He gives Aziraphale a grateful kiss and a murmured thanks when he cleans them up. Much as he'd like to luxuriate in their slippery and sticky mess, semen (or whatever facsimile they produced) all dried up was profoundly lacking in eroticism. ]

You look very comfortable, sweetheart. Feel like trying for a nap?

[Aziraphale doesn't mind a little mess, but if they're going to be lying here for a while, he'd rather not have their skin get all tacky. He settles against Crowley with a content sigh.]

I am very comfortable.

[The most comfortable he's been since... well, ever. He glances at Crowley sidelong, considering his suggestion.]

I've never taken a nap before...

[Although if there ever was a time for it, it would be now. Physically sated and emotionally wrung out, but in a good way. It's a lot of work to tear down so many emotional barriers. He pets Crowley's hair, then slides a hand down his lithe frame.]

I'll give it a try, my dear. And even if I don't fall asleep, I'll stay here with you as long as you'd like.

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