as if i’ve never said the words, i want - i want you first
only thing that can quench my thirst: i want you first, i want you first
“Please, angel. Please.”
He was kneeling, sunglasses off, hands open: he was on his knees in front of Aziraphale, who was wringing his hands together, seated at his desk, completely uncertain.
“I’m not at all sure it’s a good idea—”
“We’ve done it before.”
“By accident. And it left its mark on you.”
Hell, yes, it had: his ears had rung for a week, he’d seen spots and flashes before his eyes for longer still, he’d felt sunburnt right through to the heart of him, and it really didn’t matter at all, because:
“It was fucking incredible.”
Aziraphale puffed an exasperated breath and stood up, nearly knocking Crowley sprawling; he moved as if preoccupied, not entirely aware that he had a body or that Crowley did. That was a good sign. Perhaps his attention was Elsewhere. Crowley could work with that.
He nudged: “And you liked it too.”
Aziraphale turned to him, face anguished: “That doesn’t mean we should do it again!”
Morning reblog!
ginyia
