Crowley strokes the soft, perfectly groomed feathers in his hand and smiles. “I am so goo
Crowley strokes the soft, perfectly groomed feathers in his hand and smiles. “I am so good at that,” he says smugly.“Modest too,” Aziraphale chuckles. When Crowley puts his hand on Aziraphales shoulder to stand up, Aziraphale turns and lifts his hand to stop him, threading his fingers into Crowley’s hair. Their lips press together softly and then part, and Crowley can only stare at the angel, wide eyes in shock.“Thank you, dearest,” Aziraphale says quietly, and kisses Crowley again.Part 1 Patreon | Redbubble | Twitter -- source link
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