Aziraphale certainly kisses him like he's making up for a lifetime. It can take him ages to decide upon something, rarely laying a plan in motion because he can barely move beyond the first step. But once he's made up his mind, there's really no stopping him. Crowley will simply have to live with the consequences of having an angel fall madly in love with him.
Crowley's gentle touch sets his wings quivering, as it always does. The sight of him kissing his feathers reaches deep into Aziraphale's heart. It likely shows on his face, the way his smile turns all soppy. He keeps his own hands busy in Crowley's hair, combing it into three loose bundles, as if he might braid it. He's delighted that Crowley's kept it long all this time, it's so beautiful on him. Not that he hasn't always been beautiful in every style, but it gives Aziraphale so much more to run his fingers through. "You're a vision, darling. Do you want me to put your hair up before we go?"
His eyes closed, his face against those soft radiant feathers, Crowley might miss the softness in his angel’s smile, but he can sense the loving aura that surrounds him. It’s still unusual to him to be able to feel it when he’s no longer an angel himself, and by all rights the only sort of auras he should sense are evil ones: but maybe it’s only because he and Aziraphale are so attuned to one another, have known each other for so long and shared so much, that it’s clear to him whenever Aziraphale is hit with a particular depth of sentiment. It always catches hold of Crowley too, making the world a bit fuzzy around the edges. He could stay like this forever, losing himself in the warmth and love Aziraphale exudes, the pleasure Crowley takes in touching his wings and feeling his hands in his hair.
“Hm?” Crowley tilts his head a little so that he isn’t concealed behind a curtain of feathers anymore. He gazes at Aziraphale with eyes gone a little hazy, and leans his head to his hand, entirely inviting. Perhaps demanding is more the word. "Yeah. Go on then."
That sentiment only deepens when Crowley peers up at him hazily, as if caught up in a dream. To know that he's the cause of such pleasure always fills him with contentment, and he has to bite back a sigh, lest he forget the very reason he spoke and drew Crowley out of his reverie in the first place.
"All right," he says warmly as Crowley leans into his hand. Crowley may take the form of a snake, but his behavior sometimes reminds Aziraphale of a large, affectionate feline. "Sit up a little so I can reach and then you can go back to my feathers." It'd be easier to braid Crowley's hair from behind, but Aziraphale is reluctant to leave his lap; with a little dexterity, he can do it by reaching around, and Crowley will still have full access to his wings. It's a win-win.
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Crowley's gentle touch sets his wings quivering, as it always does. The sight of him kissing his feathers reaches deep into Aziraphale's heart. It likely shows on his face, the way his smile turns all soppy. He keeps his own hands busy in Crowley's hair, combing it into three loose bundles, as if he might braid it. He's delighted that Crowley's kept it long all this time, it's so beautiful on him. Not that he hasn't always been beautiful in every style, but it gives Aziraphale so much more to run his fingers through. "You're a vision, darling. Do you want me to put your hair up before we go?"
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“Hm?” Crowley tilts his head a little so that he isn’t concealed behind a curtain of feathers anymore. He gazes at Aziraphale with eyes gone a little hazy, and leans his head to his hand, entirely inviting. Perhaps demanding is more the word. "Yeah. Go on then."
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"All right," he says warmly as Crowley leans into his hand. Crowley may take the form of a snake, but his behavior sometimes reminds Aziraphale of a large, affectionate feline. "Sit up a little so I can reach and then you can go back to my feathers." It'd be easier to braid Crowley's hair from behind, but Aziraphale is reluctant to leave his lap; with a little dexterity, he can do it by reaching around, and Crowley will still have full access to his wings. It's a win-win.