"Oh, Crowley..." Azi whispered softly, concern lacing his voice. "Why are you crying, my dear? I'm not going anywhere."
Crowley was visibly upset, his voice trembling. "It still doesn't mean you want to be an 'us'."
"Do you want me to prove it, Dear?"
Crowley nodded, still unable to meet the angel's gaze. Aziraphale stepped forward, gently urging Crowley to look at him.
"Crowley, look at me, please," he implored.
The demon finally met Aziraphale's gaze, finding himself lost in the heavenly blue eyes with their star-shaped pupils, filled with an emotion he couldn't quite name... love, perhaps?
"Angel, I..."
Before he could finish, Aziraphale's lips brushed against his own, tentative and unsure. Crowley's heart pounded in his chest, his mind struggling to process what was happening. Finally, he responded, deepening the kiss, but still holding onto a gentleness as if he feared Aziraphale might shatter.
Aziraphale pulled back, peppering Crowley's nose, cheeks, and forehead with tender kisses. Crowley couldn't help but melt.
"Angel, stop it!" he protested, his laughter tinged with love. "You make me feel like a 5-year-old girl when you kiss my face like that."
"Oh, Dear, but you are so cute!"
"I'm not a puppy, Angel."
"No, but you are a snake. My little snake," Aziraphale chuckled.
"I love you, Angel."
"I know, Crowley. I love you too."
