[Crowley has waited six thousand years to kiss Aziraphale. Ever since Eden, ever since he blurted out that he gave his stupid flaming sword away. It was an infatuation that only grew and grew until----well, until---
He's almost shellshocked when the kiss is over, stunned at himself for going for it, and stunned that Aziraphale not only didn't push him away, but responded the way he did. Maybe he's been delaying too long. Or maybe now is finally the right time.
He wraps his arms around Aziraphale, leaning against him as they stand on the beach.
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He's almost shellshocked when the kiss is over, stunned at himself for going for it, and stunned that Aziraphale not only didn't push him away, but responded the way he did. Maybe he's been delaying too long. Or maybe now is finally the right time.
He wraps his arms around Aziraphale, leaning against him as they stand on the beach.
He swallows.]
Now what do we do?