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He broke away and Crowley whimpered in protest. “On the wall,” he murmured against salt skin. “On the Ark.” He brought their foreheads together. “In Ro-mmph.” Crowley angled his head up to steal the words from his mouth, but Aziraphale wasn’t finished yet.

He buried his face into Crowley’s shoulder, his lips moving against the juncture of skin at the base of his neck. “When we made the Arrangement.” He wanted a taste of those lips again, and moved his head up to do so. “At the Church.”

“Aziraphale,” Crowley sighed, simultaneously sounding both fond and exasperated.

“At the bus stop. I definitely should have kissed you then.” He could feel Crowley shaking with silent laughter beneath him.

“Would you rather go on about all the times you should have kissed me, or would you actually like to kiss me now?” Crowley asked, his tone so, so warm.

Aziraphale pretended to consider. “…At the Ritz.”

Crowley kissed his way along Aziraphale’s jawline. “You’re impossible.”

Aziraphale smiled. “You love it.”

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