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⛧A.J. CROWLEY⛧ "This is Crowley. I'm not in. You know what to do, so do it with style. Chow."

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[inlovewithmycar]

[It's a peculiar thing when Crowley is in no hurry to push boundaries, but he is, at the moment, quite content at where things are between them. They have broken walls and added such new and wonderful steps to their dance, how could he not want to savour and explore this fresh and marvelous intimacy? To know that he and Aziraphale are roughly on the same page with what they want, that they can take their time, go it their own pace, at their own leisure, with no swords strung above their heads for having the audacity of simply existing in one another's presence...

It's enough. It's more than enough; it's everything and then some.

He wants this to slot into their routine; this amber warmth in the low light pre-dawn quiet, snuggled close together as their pulses synchronize. Heaven's light is nothing compared to the rosy glow of Aziraphale's cheeks in the incandescent glow of the bedside lamp, God's love but a grain of sand next to Aziraphale's veritable ocean of affection.

He smiles, another laugh escaping him, because how can a body hold this much happiness inside?]

I believe I promised you breakfast...?

[benedicus]

Why, yes. I believe you did.

( there's a laugh behind his words, terribly fond. terribly smitten. it feels like crowley's laugh chimes with his, joy echoing between them. no, more than feels. must be. no doubt about it. he feels in tune with the demon laying beside him, firmly standing on the same ground.

it's such a lovely thing.

affectionately, he shifts his hands and smooshes crowley's cheeks. )

Let's not be late.

( in a manner of speaking. )