[It's so incredibly petty, and yet he listens to every single detail, because of course he does. And of course he'll truly enjoy every minute of this picnic, he knows he will, he'll delight in the blue sky and the sunny day and the delighted hum of Aziraphale next to him as he sighs over the meal-- but right now, certain bits of him are only really interested in one aspect of that speech.
It's well worth the wait. Crowley jerks atop Aziraphale when he hears that, that one word, oh, well, god, he thought-- he didn't think that-- but oh, god, his eyes go wide, he wants to savor that, every bit of it, from that delicious promise to the quiet reassurance that oh, yes, he loves him.]
Right.
[Fuck. That's the second time in less than an hour he's made Crowley go blank. Fuck.]
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It's well worth the wait. Crowley jerks atop Aziraphale when he hears that, that one word, oh, well, god, he thought-- he didn't think that-- but oh, god, his eyes go wide, he wants to savor that, every bit of it, from that delicious promise to the quiet reassurance that oh, yes, he loves him.]
Right.
[Fuck. That's the second time in less than an hour he's made Crowley go blank. Fuck.]
That wasn't so hard, was it.
[Right. Yes. Let him just reboot, let him just--]
Come fuck me now, angel.