8. “Can I touch you?” please?
Thank you, thank you! This is from the sappy prompt list, feel free to send me anything for the Ineffable Husbands! :) (Or just any prompt, I’m so soft for these two.)
Why does the forbidden taste so sweet? It was a question that barely registered in either of their minds as they moved into each other’s space. They were walking home, and the night that never-should-have-been brimmed with the newly acquired possibility of what-could-be.
Crowley deliberately let his hand brush against Aziraphale’s. So brief. So soft. So sweet. He could be content with that, he decided. Living off feather-light touches.
Can I touch you without setting you aflame?
But Aziraphale, rather than shying away, caught Crowley’s hand in his own and twined their fingers together. It shocked even himself, how bold he had been.
It occurred to them both that someone could see, but what did it matter now? Today was a day of impossibilities, why not take advantage of that while it lasted?
They reached the bookshop.
Can I touch you without tearing your flesh asunder?
There was so much unexplored between them. Six thousands years of words they were too afraid to say.
But what’s six thousand years when you’re in love?
Can I touch you without breaking my own heart in two?
What next? A graze. Electricity coursing through flesh.
What next? A caress. Reverent. Worshiping. Adoring. Such grace
What next? A kiss. And another. And another. And another.
What next? An embrace. Too close. Too close and still not close enough. Closer.
Can I touch you and never let go?
A touch, willfully given, eagerly received.
A touch, two hearts, two souls. Now one.
A touch, deeper than flesh, celestial and divine.