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“Crowley, I have a proposition.”
“Alright, what is it?” Crowley answered, setting his coffee down on the side table, sitting up taller in his chair.
Aziraphale sat in the chair next to him, silent.
“What’s wrong?” Crowley asked, worry growing in his eyes.
“Nothing, nothing is wrong,” he said. “I’m just not quite sure how to say it.”
Crowley sat back in his chair. “Well, I think you’re forgetting that I know you well. After all, we’ve only known each other for a few thousand years,” Crowley smirked.
“Your point?”
“My point is,” Crowley said, leaning closer, “I know those eyes. Those are the eyes you use when you want to ask for something you want, and you feel guilty because you don’t want to be an inconvenience.”
Aziraphale laughed shyly. “I don’t know about that, Crowley.”
Crowley raised an eyebrow, almost mockingly. “Come on, angel,” and in a softer voice, he asked, “What are you thinking?”
“I want to make… love.”
Crowley’s eyes widened involuntarily. “O-oh.”
“Not sex, no, of course not. You know me, you just said it. Of course, I don’t want to have sex. What I want is… to be with you, intimately.”
Crowley’s expression immediately melted with the understanding of Aziraphale’s words. “Oh,” he smiled, blushing slightly. “I… I’d like that.”
Aziraphale’s eyes lit up. “You would?”
Crowley nodded eagerly. “I really would,” he whispered.
Aziraphale leaned closer to him and gently took his hand. Crowley could feel Aziraphale’s heart found in through them.
“What… would you like to do?” Crowley whispered, looking down at their hands.
“I…” Aziraphale whispered with uncertainty, not quite sure how to start. He saw the kind expression on Crowley’s face and immediately knew that he could say anything, even if he was nervous, even if he was embarrassed. “I want to… be naked with you.”
Crowley blushed deeply as he smiled. His eyes were sparkling, and it swept all of Aziraphale’s anxiety away in an instant.
“I want that too,” Crowley whispered shyly. Aziraphale had never seen him shy before, not like this.
“You do?” Aziraphale whispered.
Crowley slowly rose from his chair and moved to sit on the arm of Aziraphale’s, inching closer to Aziraphale’s face. He cupped one side of Aziraphale’s face, and Aziraphale placed his hand on top of Crowley’s, giving it a soft squeeze.
“Crowley,” Aziraphale whispered, tucking Crowley’s hair behind his ear. “Oh, Crowley, you’re so beautiful.”
Crowley rested his forehead against Aziraphale’s, and they breathed together, both cradling each other’s face.
In a quick moment of certainty, Aziraphale leaned up and pressed a light kiss to Crowley’s lips, silently asking him to come closer, to keep going.
One kiss became two, which became three, and then they lost themselves in each other. They stumbled to Aziraphale’s bedroom, giggling as they backed into walls and corners on the way. Once they made it to the bedroom, Crowley fell back on the bed while Aziraphale fumbled for the light switch. Crowley reached up to Aziraphale and took his hands, pulling him into bed and kissing him deeply, wrapping his arms tightly around him.
They laid facing each other, side by side, and caressed each other’s faces as they kissed. Their legs tangled together, and their chests were pressed flush against each other, hands wandering anywhere they wished.
“My gorgeous angel,” Crowley whispered, brushing his nose against Aziraphale’s.
They slowly took off each other’s clothes, one piece at a time, gauging each other’s comfort. Crowley kept asking Aziraphale if he was alright, and it made his heart melt a little bit each time. “I’m more than alright,” was his answer every time.
Once all their clothes were removed, they looked shyly each other and blushed for a long while. Aziraphale let his hands wander along Crowley’s spine, and he pressed another kiss to his lips. “Please, can you hold me? Just for a little while longer?”
Crowley moved as close to Aziraphale as he possible could, until seemingly every part of their bodies was touching, so much so that if they moved any closer, they would become one being.
They closed their eyes and rested their foreheads together once again. Crowley reveled in the gentle sound of Aziraphale’s breathing. Even in such a passionate moment, he sounded so sweet and pure.
“Aziraphale,” Crowley whispered.
“Yes, my love?”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Of course,” he responded softly.
“I mean, the rest of you?” Crowley said quietly, his secret shyness shining through once again.
Aziraphale captured his lips in a deep kiss and smiled as soon as their lips parted. “Of course,” he said again
Crawley placed his hand delicately on a Aziraphale’s chest, resting just above his heart. He could feel the rapid pounding of Aziraphale’s heart through his fingertips.
“It would be my pleasure,” Crowley hummed.
Crowley’s hands tenderly caressed every inch of Aziraphale’s body, memorizing every curve and freckle. He whispered “You’re stunning” over and over again as he placed gentle kisses across Aziraphale’s skin. He adored the feeling of Aziraphale pressed so close to him. He’d never experienced anything quite like it, and he couldn’t imagine anything more beautiful than this moment.
Eventually, Aziraphale sat up and pulled Crowley to sit on his lap, his legs straddling his hips. “My dear Crawley,” Aziraphale whispered, placing tender kisses on Crowley’s cheekbones and jaw. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” Aziraphale had always been an honest man, yet Crowley had never seen such sincerity in his eyes. The look made Crowley melt on the spot.
“I love you,” Crowley whispered, pressing his nose to Aziraphale’s cheek. “I love you so much.”
“Crowley,” Aziraphale whispered. “I love you. I love you more than you can possibly know.”
~
A few hours later, Crowley and Aziraphale were still lying in bed together, both naked, Crowley’s arm draped under Aziraphale’s neck.
“This is so nice,” Aziraphale mumbled with a soft smile, looking up at Crowley.
“It is. It really is,” Crowley answered, reaching over to run his fingers though Aziraphale’s hair. He suddenly giggled, “You have no idea how long I’ve been hoping for this.”
“Oh, as have I,” Aziraphale said. “Who knew it would be so beautiful.”
“I never imagined that I would enjoy this so much,” Crowley thought aloud. “At least, not before we became close.”
“Nor I,” Aziraphale said. “Granted, what we did wasn’t sex.”
“No, it wasn’t,” Crowley snorted. Then, he leaned over and pressed a sweet kiss to Aziraphale’s forehead, brushing his hair to the side afterwards. “It was better. Much better.”
“I wholeheartedly agree.”
Aziraphale snuggled into Crowley’s chest, resting his ear just above his heart.
Crowley carded his fingers through Aziraphale’s hair and sighed, “I love you, angel.”
“And I love you,” Aziraphale hummed, pressing a gentle kiss to the center of Crowley’s chest in return.