[Crowley has waited a very long time for Aziraphale to look at him like that----to look at him like he wants him. Maybe even like how Crowley has wanted Aziraphale.
He moves his head up off of the angel's chest, leaning a little over him, looking down at him. Crowley has never been very good at playing coy.]
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He moves his head up off of the angel's chest, leaning a little over him, looking down at him. Crowley has never been very good at playing coy.]
Whatever you want to do, angel.