Ineffable reunion

Yours

"Everything alright, dear?" Aziraphale called out after hearing the slam in the kitchen. "Yep! Everything's just fine!" Crowley got back to making the coco. Aziraphale looked at the wound on his chest, running a hand along it. It stung, but he didn't care. He really did that for me? Come to think of it, he's done extraordinary amounts of favors for me over the millennia. I really need him to know how much I appreciate him and all that he does for me.

Crowley walked back to the couch, two mugs in hand. He gave one to Aziraphale, who immediately set it on the side table. "Dear," Crowley looked at the angel, setting his coco down as well. "Yes?" Aziraphale grabbed Crowley's arms and pulled him into another kiss, their mouths crashing together impossibly gently, the same passion and endearment as last time. Crowley leaned into the kiss, setting his hands on Aziraphale's thighs for support. The angel moved one of his hands up, holding the back of Crowley's head, his fingers intertwined in the soft red waves. Before they knew it, they were full-blown making out. Crowley had never done this before, and he never wanted to stop. He loved this feeling, but thoughts rushed into his head. What am I doing? I've never done this, what if I mess up? What if I move too fast? Or not fast enough? He panicked and pulled away, falling back on the floor, skin almost the same shade as his hair and a hand covering his mouth. His eyes were wide, staring at his Angel, who stared back, confused. "..I'm sorry- was that too soon?" Aziraphale was a dark shade of pink, Crowley still speechless. Here he was, looking at his Angel, who was a blushing a deep pink and completely shirtless. His eyes trailed over Aziraphale's corporation. He's just so perfect. Aziraphale noticed and bit his bottom lip, a nervous habit of his. "I'm sorry- I know I'm not much of a sight. Gabriel had told me a while back that I should lose the gut, I know I should, but my, the crépes down the street are just so tempting." The angel looked away, ashamed. Crowley's hand dropped from his mouth to the floor. "What?" Crowley hissed. Aziraphale pulled the blanket off of the back of the couch and hid himself under it. The demon sat up, pulling the blanket back off. "No, Angel. You are beautiful. Do you have any idea how long I've dreamed of-" his eyes widened, realizing he'd said too much. "...of?"
"No no I said too much forget it."
"Dear, please tell me? I've dreamed of many things as well." Crowley's eyes shot directly into the angels. "It's stupid.." Crowley was once again, bright red. "I'm sure it's not." Crowley sighed, looking down at Aziraphale's plush stomach below him. "You know, I'm a reptile. Well I get cold quite easily, and you-... you produce amazing body heat. I've always had the urge... mmrphhh." He groaned, angrily. Aziraphale smiled. "You like my belly?" Crowley hugged around the angel's soft waist without even looking up at him. "Yes." Aziraphale ran his fingers through Crowley's hair, "your hair is so soft, dear boy." He looked at the angel, still wrapped around his midsection. "You know, I truly do appreciate everything you do for me, Crowley. I've taken it for granted but that ends now. I owe you, whatever you want, I'm yours."