Summary: The angel fidgets again, unable to meet the demon’s eyes. “It’s…it’s not just a feeling for me, Crowley. It’s a…desire. It’s something I want to do.” He licks his lips unconsciously, missing how the demon’s hungry eyes follow his tongue. “It’s something I’m ready to do. Or…at least try.”
Crowley’s whole body freezes up. He can imagine the demon’s wide eyes behind his sunglasses, especially when he practically squeaks, “With me?”
Aziraphale can’t help smiling at that, taking a bold step forward and, even bolder, touching Crowley’s forearm. “Yes, my dear,” he says fondly, “with you. Only you.”
Trigger Warnings: Snakes (mentioned), forked tongues, fangs, internalized fat-shaming, body image issues, possessive behavior. Let me know if I missed anything!
