Ineffable reunion

Whiskey, sandalwood, and cinnamon.

3 days after the "newly" found couple had their first breakfast as boyfriends.

Aziraphale woke up in the morning, Crowley curled up and tangled in his arms. He loved this. He loved lying in bed with his love in his arms, feeling his body against his own, shielding him from the cold air that surrounded them, the morning sun creeping in through the window, and the scent of his favorite being. A mix of sorts- with strong notes of whiskey, sandalwood, maybe even some cinnamon. A strange combination, but it worked together, creating a sharp, spicy scent that was warm and inviting to the angel. Aziraphale buried his face into Crowley's long red locs. His hair was so silky and soft. He could stay like this forever.

About another hour passed, Aziraphale making sure to appreciate such a beautiful moment, before Crowley began to stir. He opened his eyes and smiled, lifting his head up to kiss the mark he had made on the angel's neck. "Do you want to make another one, my love?" Crowley froze. "Would you like me to?" He said, sitting up. "Oh, don't be silly. You know how bad I want you to." Crowley looked at the angel. "How are you feeling, by the way? I can try another miracle on your wounds, if you would like." Aziraphale looked to the side. "Much better than when you first healed them, but I suppose another attempt of a miracle wouldn't hurt?" Crowley stared at the angel for a minute. "Mhm. You just want me to take your shirt off." Aziraphale shot a look at Crowley, smirking. "Perhaps, but I do think a miracle could be of some use. Love, I want you, and if that can't happen until I feel 100%, then I'll take anything to get me to 100% faster."
"I suppose that's fair." Crowley climbed on to the angel's lap, straddling him. He lifted the light brown sweatshirt off of Aziraphale's chest, sliding it all the way off his arms and tossing it to the side of the bed. He wrapped his hands behind the angel's back, one hand on each wound. "Ready?"
"More than ever."

Crowley kissed his Angel, their lips immediately parting and their tongues meeting. A faint glow began to appear and Crowley began the miracle, fueled by his desire for the creature under him. Crowley bit on Aziraphale's bottom lip, making sure not to break skin. Much to Crowley's surprise, Aziraphale let out a very small sigh, as if he'd been waiting for this for years. Aziraphale slid his hands under the demon's shirt, holding his bare waist. Crowley could feel the soft hands wrapped around his waist, so soft yet so strong. Crowley finished the miracle, slipping a small truth miracle in with it while Aziraphale's guard was down. "Felling better?"
"I-... yes, actually!" Crowley knew he was being honest. "Does that mean?-" Aziraphale rolled over, pinning the demon to the bed. "Would you like to?"
"Please."

Crowley was bright red, he had been waiting for this for 6,000 years. Aziraphale slid his hands under Crowley's shirt, lifting it off. "My love, you are simply beautiful." Aziraphale stared at the demon's chest in awe, finally seeing all of it after the occasional tease of Crowley's red chest hair peeking out from his shirt collar.  He was more than ready.