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“Nope.” Crowley shook his head. “Never did any such thing.”
“You were so overcome by the depths of emotions which you couldn’t find words to express…”
“Overcome by annoyance, maybe.”
Aziraphale gave the muttered aside the lack of attention it warranted. “Your beautiful eyes,” he went on, "shining with tears…”
He couldn’t help another giggle when those beautiful eyes glared at him with what could have been mistaken for fury, if one didn’t know Crowley well enough. If one didn’t have Crowley’s arms around one’s self, holding tightly but with infinite gentleness.
“Slander,” Crowley growled unconvincingly. “Strode up to you like James bloody Bond, I did. Total poise. Pulled you close — "
“Well, that’s true enough.”
“Dipped you into a kiss so — so epically romantic — "
“Darling,” Aziraphale said, smile only widening when Crowley feigned a sneer. “If you had tried to dip me, you would have ended our first kiss by dropping me on the floor.”
“You’re really not gonna let me have any dignity, are you?”
Crowley’s eyes softened when he said it, though. One of his hands shifted, sliding up Aziraphale’s back to wander into his hair.
I love you, either of them might have said, if they’d needed to.
Aziraphale drew Crowley closer into their embrace. The smile on his face now was probably rather more wobbly. “Oh, all right, you were rather dashing, if I really must be honest. But you were trembling,” he said quietly, “almost as much as I was.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I was.”
When Crowley brushed the back of his fingers against Aziraphale’s cheek, the air felt much more serious than a moment ago. His voice shook but did not quite break. “I’d wanted our first kiss to be perfect. Dreamed about it for so long, you know — all those years when I knew we couldn’t, and then… when I could never quite tell you…”
Aziraphale kissed him now, his beautiful, wonderful demon, whose heart had been wounded so many times and yet was still so full of love. Crowley kissed back without a shred of hesitation.
When they drew apart, Crowley’s adoring gaze sharpened. “I know that look. That’s your I’m-about-to-be-a-bastard look.”
“I thought you liked that look.” Aziraphale’s pout disappeared as Crowley’s lips touched his again. “I was just thinking, well. The circumstances of that first one were… complicated… but even since then, I wouldn’t say we’ve had a single perfect kiss yet.” And, very quickly, before his darling could get any kind of wrong idea: “You do know what the humans say makes things perfect, yes?”
Crowley’s eyes most certainly shone with tears now, though not half as brightly as his grin. “Practice,” he said on a laugh; “right, then, shall we?”
Aziraphale’s answer was more of a hum than actual words. Fortunately, it appeared that on this most recent kiss, they were in total agreement.