4th part of the series is posted.
Is 6,000 Years Enough to Love You?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Aziraphale blushed so beautifully for the demon. From the tips of his ears, down further than Crowley could see under that robe.
“I love the way you smell when you blush like that Angel. There’s nothing that even comes close.”
“I could gather all the flowers of the world. The sweetest and rarest spices known and unknown, and still I couldn’t come close.”
Standing up, the demon walked quietly to the chair. He sat facing the Angel, leaning close to him. Fingers splayed open on his legs, looking to the Angel for permission.
Aziraphale nodded and was rewarded with the gentlest touch of Crowley’s lips on his. An almost chaste kiss.
The love behind it took the angel’s breath.
