"Fine," he says, "no more Queen." And no, he hardly thinks that he would've given in anytime soon if they were still beholden to their masters who had, very clearly, disapproved of their relationship. But as Judgement is coming for the both of them, what have they got left to lose?
He takes a deep breath and thinks about eternity.
And then he thinks about an eternity of shouldering this.
And so Aziraphale leans in again, pausing less than a centimeter away from Crowley's face for a moment, just checking his eyes to see if he hasn't changed his mind. Finding he hasn't, he kisses him again. There's nothing about this one that's short or rushed or desperate, just the sweet slide and pull and catch of lips, slow and savoring. He brushes Crowley's hair back and tilts his head a little to help with the angle.
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He takes a deep breath and thinks about eternity.
And then he thinks about an eternity of shouldering this.
And so Aziraphale leans in again, pausing less than a centimeter away from Crowley's face for a moment, just checking his eyes to see if he hasn't changed his mind. Finding he hasn't, he kisses him again. There's nothing about this one that's short or rushed or desperate, just the sweet slide and pull and catch of lips, slow and savoring. He brushes Crowley's hair back and tilts his head a little to help with the angle.