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“I gotta say, Angel,” Crowley began, following Aziraphale as they entered the changing room behind the theater, the lights bright and items all but spilling from the walls. Crowley walking briskly next to the angel who was still giddy with excitement. No miracles had been involved, and while that was enough to make Crowley suspicious, it seemed to do little to quiet Aziraphale’s infectious delight.
“Yes, yes!” Azirpahle replied, opening the door to the private dressing area he had been given prior to the performance, “It all went so tickety-boo, my dear!” he finished, stepping to the side to allow Crowley to enter first. “I must say, Crowley, I never doubted you for a moment.” he added in, blue eyes traveling down the expanse of the other man as he walked through.
“Well,” Crowley spoke, turning around to face Aziraphale, their eyes meeting and for that moment in time, Crowley forgot what he was going to say. Aziraphale had smiled at him, his visage radiating pure angelic beauty that Crowley did not wish to turn away for even a moment.
And that was when Aziraphale had stepped closer, his hand finding purchase along Crowley’s hip and the distance between them was no more. Aziraphle was there, standing in front of him, holding him as if he was something precious and fragile. Crowley could feel his heart hammering, a strange sense of vertigo taking over him as their lips drew close enough that all Crowley had to do was angle his face just so and he would be able to press their lips together.
And Azraphale had done just that, closing the miniscule distance between them and finally fulfilling his frequent dream of knowing what Aziraphale tasted like. It was gentle at first, as if Aziraphale was uncertain if this would be proper, as if he was scared that Crowley would not want this and push him away.
Crowley wouldn’t let him think that, his hands coming to the lapels of his waistcoat on their own accord, twisting in the fabric and pulling him impossibly closer to him. Aziraphale’s free hand came up, removing his hat and throwing it somewhere unknown, his fingers tangling into scarlet locks as he pulled Crowley closer. Crowley was very much not aware of Aziraphale pushing him into the door or that his leg had come up to wrap around the Angel’s waist. He wasn’t aware of a lot of things, but in that moment he was aware that he never wanted this to end.