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Aziraphale sat on the sofa with a forgotten book lying on the cushion beside him. How could he possibly continue reading when a demon was lying next to him with his head resting on his lap?
Crowley animatedly told him about what he had done that afternoon while Aziraphale gently ran his fingers through Crowley's hair. Crowley's hair was medium-length, and Aziraphale liked to let the long strands slip through his fingers.
“The greenhouse is coming along nicely, Angel. All the seeds I was worried about have sprouted. All of them! Little green shoots. Strong ones. The tulip bulbs in the cellar are also doing well. They're big and vigorous. When it's time, I'll be able to create beautiful flower beds in front of the cottage in the spring. "
Crowley continued, and Aziraphale was filled with the same contentment that seemed to animate his demon. He was delighted to see his enthusiasm. It was the pure joy of a creator. It was the same joy that had animated him when Aziraphale first met Crowley.
His star maker.
The one he had fallen in love with.
Aziraphale stopped moving his hand. He pushed back a strand of hair that had fallen onto the demon's forehead and gently caressed his cheek.
Crowley turned onto his back to look at Aziraphale.
Despite the awkward angle, Aziraphale leaned down slowly and pressed his lips against Crowley's. Crowley's lips were soft and warm. They responded with equal gentleness, and one of Crowley's hands rose to rest on Aziraphale's neck, drawing him closer.
When they parted, Aziraphale continued to look at Crowley.
At that moment, the love he felt overwhelmed him so much that he was unable to speak.
He felt Crowley's hand, which had been sliding down his chest, rise. His long, cool fingers gently caressed his jaw, and a thumb brushed his cheekbone.
Aziraphale swallowed as Crowley smiled softly and said in a confident voice, "I know, angel. I feel the same way."
Of course, Crowley knew.
Just as Aziraphale knew that Crowley loved him.
After all this time, words were unnecessary at such moments.
Crowley rolled onto his side and snuggled up against the angel, pressing his face against his stomach.
Aziraphale resumed stroking Crowley's hair, and the demon hummed with satisfaction before closing his eyes.
They remained like that in comfortable silence, content to simply bask in each other's presence.